honey color

Mongolian road.

"But it's really amazing to be able to draw this picture." He refocused his gaze on the flower field under the spotlight, and the faint smile on the woman's face never disappeared.

"Eh?"

"In addition to the usual exaggeration, there is also a gentle temperament." Yukimura said in a low voice.

"If this is the case, it probably has Yukimura's style?" When Chitose's voice appeared, the previous conjecture that he would leave always felt vaguely verified.But compared to this, now I would like to hear his evaluation, "It seems that Yukimura has indeed influenced Mi."

Well, it does.Until now, my paintings always bear the shadow of this person more or less.For this is the man who brought me the deepest tenderness ever experienced when I was painfully stripped from one dream and had to walk cautiously into another.Everything is logical, because I lack this thing in my body, I will continue to pursue it, and I will finally be contaminated with his temperament.

"Maybe it's really like this..." So at the end, he also accepted this guess calmly.

……

Yukimura and Chitose had to catch the tram early for tomorrow's class. When I waved goodbye to them, the sky was already gloomy and approaching night.The exhibition will end soon, and there are almost no people in the exhibition hall.

And I turned back to the room, and after looking at the photos one by one while leaning on crutches, I finally stopped in the lounge.

There was a person there, if I remember correctly, I seemed to have seen him before, and the reason why I noticed him was that he seemed to be staring at the painting in the lounge all the time.

I do care a little bit, in the only lounge, I watched his back, while he stared at the painting in front of him.

So finally, I mustered up the courage and limped up behind him:

"Excuse me……"

As soon as the voice came out, the man shrugged his shoulders, then turned his face away, and when he saw me, he stood up in surprise:

"You are... Hua Tianmi, right?"

"you are……?"

"I'm a descendant of your father." He smiled kindly, I nodded suspiciously, and looked carefully.He is a man in his 40s.Soon, he handed me his business card, and I accepted it suspiciously. I looked down and saw the words "Musashino University Oil Painting Department":

"Hey, Musashino...?" I was stunned for a second, and the man in front of me finally smiled:

"My name is Fujiki Shinaki." He said it a little formally.

"Mr. Fujiki must know Yukimura Seiichi, right?" I raised my head, and the word "coincidence" came to my mind.

"Yes, he is my student." He raised the corner of his mouth, "Part of the reason for coming here today is Ueda Haruka's invitation. She used to work with me, but later resigned from her job as a university lecturer because of her marriage. "I just remembered that Ueda-sensei and father were in the same school, so it's not hard to imagine, "Another reason is that Yukimura-kun also mentioned this matter to me."

"...Really?" I was surprised by such a coincidence, but didn't say another word.

"Yukimura-kun once showed me your paintings, so I was a little concerned this time, so I came here." Mr. Fujiki had some fine wrinkles on his face. He was about the same height as his father, but he looked stronger. "Sure enough, it was the right thing to come here." He dismissed this sentence lightly, but his eyes turned to "Dream" on the side.

Although I really wanted to ask Mr. Fujiki how he felt about this painting, but due to his timid character, he still couldn't open his mouth.

For a moment, the bright and quiet lounge formed a sharp contrast with the damp and gloomy street outside the glass.

After being silent for a while, he finally turned his head with a smile:

"Huada Mi, keep going, you will definitely surprise everyone." He said it sincerely, as if there was a little joy in his heart.The man reached out and patted my shoulder. Before I had time to say a word, he had already walked past me, bid farewell and left the exhibition hall.

At that time, I must not have known that this strange man would become the person who made me make up my mind in the most difficult time.If it weren't for him, maybe I would have to face the end of mediocrity in the end.

But the self who hadn't seen through the secret at that moment just stood quietly in the lounge of the exhibition hall, pinched the business card in his hand, and watched the man leave.

After death, the flower field is still as sweet as honey.

55Chapter55. The sunset falls

I still remember vividly the day my father fell in front of me for the first time.

On November 2004, 11, it was like a towering tree collapsed in front of me. When I opened the door early in the morning and saw him collapsed in the room, my brain was full of horrible assumptions.The crutches fell from the fright and hit the floor beside him. It wasn't until there was a loud noise that the father in the room, whose face was as pale as paper, squeezed out the last bit of strength and said:

"ambulance……"

I never thought that there would be a day when that man with a strong body, who could travel all over the world alone and see the beauty of the entire planet, would fall to the ground without any support one day, with a hole in his nose. There is only a trace of breath, and the voice in the mouth is murmured indistinctly, as if even half of the hair has turned white overnight.

Weakened rapidly, sometimes thinking about how cruel the world is.It can quickly deplete a life, and you don't even need to say hello to you. Before the ending appears, you suddenly know the happiness of being alive.

I fell uselessly to the ground and trembled all over. Such a father frightened me, and I didn't even know what to do.

Even though he told me to call an ambulance, I just sat on the ground blankly, and then anxiously thought about the location of the phone, how to climb to the phone, how to stand up, how to reach the phone, how to Talk to the doctor on the phone about the situation...

There is no efficiency at all, the self who is still struggling, and the father who is not far away is bending over and lying on the ground, the crisis is gradually escalating.

In a trance, it seemed that Mr. Ueda, who had promised to come to the house, discovered the situation in the end and called an ambulance.

My shoulders were hugged by Ueda-sensei, and when I leaned on her and stood up with soft legs, I didn't even know what it was like in my heart.I feel that the god of fate seems to have planted another mine for me at some point, and then hid behind me and watched me foolishly self-righteous until the destined day came.It made my father walk into the dark abyss, and it pushed me off the precarious cliff.

I was almost paralyzed in a wheelchair, and Ueda-sensei was also pale because of this sudden incident, but I was not surprised. She seemed very calm, including Mr. Ueda.I frowned, the trembling of my body hadn't stopped, I still vividly remembered the photography exhibition two months ago, the image of my father standing in front of the work healthy and taking pictures of friends was still in front of my eyes, but the man on the stretcher Already unconscious.

Is this really my father who seems to never get sick, who never needs to take medicine, who seems to live in this world forever?

Thinking about death for the first time, many images of this word flashed through my mind like a movie.They are hideous, dark and obscure, like a black ghost, as long as they touch your life, no matter how vivid it is, the end will be just a piece of burnt ashes.

So soon, when the tinnitus gradually dissipated, the clearer ambulance screaming became even more frightening, and the red ceiling lights filled my vision. I finally covered my ears with both hands in pain, and then lowered my head like It was back to the state of lying on a hospital bed in Tokyo four years ago, and let out a mournful cry that surprised everyone.

——without any restraint, as if crying out of the heart.

……

This is the second turning point in my life, only four years away from the first one.

But facing this turning point, I still fainted weakly, instead of facing this joke of fate head-on, I turned a corner and calmly accepted its arrangement.

In the chaotic and painful dream, what appeared was the orange flower field.For the first time, I felt that above the warm flower field, the orange sun carried a lonely atmosphere.It seems that the red that has been deepened many times is burning the sunflowers in the distance, as if... It is as if this huge fireball fell from the sky to the ground, and in just a moment, it can turn the flower fields, women and me into ashes.

Standing in the flower field so anxiously, I looked around for that woman, the woman who always blocked the sun.But she wasn't here until I even called out to her out of fear and she was far, far away.

I seemed to be grasping at the last straw, I could smell the burnt smell of the sun burning the flower fields even at the tip of my nose, and when I hurriedly wanted to seek her help, I realized that she was still hugging that person.

Her world returned to peace once again.The gentle wind, the smell of flowers, and the sun without a hideous face.It is always soft and pleasant.

I stood in front of her obsessively, the small half of my face was still swaying in the translucent sunlight, still looking happy.

And soon, the person on her shoulder finally separated from her.The woman's face was blocked by the sun again, making it impossible to see clearly.And the person leaning on her finally stood up straight with his back to me.I squinted my eyes, and when the sun radiated from him around him and hit me straight, I finally squinted my eyes.I stretched out my hand subconsciously to block the light, only to finally realize that he had already turned around, and when the half of his face turned sideways to me was clearly seen, my dream finally came to an end.

"Daddy—?" I exclaimed softly.