honey color

Find a turnaround.But before such hope came, she was so surprised that she could not utter a single word:

"Ueda-sensei, prepare to... give up university."

She watched silently with an incomprehensible gaze, as if she had done something incomprehensible.

"Then... Huahua..." Her extremely soft voice would not have been heard if the room hadn't been terribly quiet.

"..." Looking at her, after four years of teaching, she has long regarded her as her most proud student.Maybe it's more than that, maybe from a long time ago, she will be like her own child who died young, loving and loving her.

Not knowing how seriously this sentence would hurt her, he pursed his lower lip and avoided her eyes.His eyes fell hollowly on the corner of the table not far away, and after he made up his mind, he opened his mouth:

"If I continue to paint... I probably won't be able to support myself..." is a kind of helpless feeling, even with a touch of self-mockery, "If possible, if you want to find a stable job, it doesn't matter if the salary is low. The important thing is to be able to support yourself..."

"Honey!" She interrupted suddenly, and said her name in an abrupt voice, making Jean shut up because of surprise, but when she looked at her cautiously, her face was full of smiles. With a fragile expression left, "Honey..." she whispered the word, then sat down on the seat.

"..." He remained silent, knowing that this proposal might have already hit her.

"Mi, why... think so."

"I want... I want to face the reality, I don't want... I don't want to cause trouble to anyone." The palms holding the table gradually clenched, and they dared not look at her anymore.

"...how can I add to you..."

"Always!" This time, after interrupting her sharply, a painful expression appeared on her face. "It's been like this since I was a child. I let Aunt Matsumoto take care of me for nine years, but because of my own relationship, she broke a leg. She still can't forgive herself. It made my father have to step down from the photography position, and he had to shoulder the burden. And now, after losing him, I have to rely on you.” She was a little excited, when she raised her eyes, her red eye circles caught her sight, but she still decided to finish her sentence, “ From the very beginning, I hated myself like this."

"..." She couldn't say a word, probably because she never thought that the person who was always quiet and hid in a dark corner would say such fierce words.

"If possible, I hope I can at least support myself."

"But Huahua does..."

"Painting requires paint, paper, and pens that must be replaced when they are used up. All these require money, but there is no money now."

"We can... Honey, as I said, my child died very early, and I saw it even earlier than Aunt Matsumoto. When my father brought him back from abroad, he felt that if his child survived, it must be the same Look!, I always treat her as my own child!" She was also very excited, and the white tissue in her hand was crumpled, and when it met the tears at the corners of her eyes, it was dyed transparent.

"...Even a child can't live forever..." Sighed, his eyes were a little blurred, but still did not shed tears, "I don't want...to rely on anyone..." I feel that such a self is too cowardly, and such a self will only Injured again and again, already riddled with holes, can no longer bear a little injury.

Perhaps she never thought that she would face this matter with such a decisive attitude. The easel that had accumulated a layer of dust was still bathed in the sun, but her heart was always hidden in the dark clouds.

Knowing that she had failed her expectations, failed Yukimura and Chitose, failed the boy who appeared outside the door not long ago, and perhaps failed her father who passed away.But I can no longer stick to this kind of freewheeling life, at least I want to make myself more responsible and responsible.

"But what can such a person do?!"

When this stern voice appeared, his thoughts went blank for an instant.Looking at the opposite woman in disbelief, her eyes immediately revealed a sad expression.He clearly knew that was his weakness, but he still said it mercilessly.Fog soon rose from her eyes, while she had already shed tears. The expression of love and hate was extremely complicated, but it really made her feel pain.

Even if there were eleven million words to say, our eyes blocked all words.She didn't explain, and she was speechless because of her astonishment.

For many days after that, we started a cold war.

I have never had such an experience with her, and I regard her as a teacher and friend, and sometimes feel the tenderness of my mother in a dim way.So when this cold war came, we were all at a loss.

But that's it, obviously wanting to apologize to the other party, wanting to open his mouth to make a sound at her, but every time he just responded with a chaotic gaze.

On the fourth day of the Cold War, Yukimura arrived in Osaka.

He said that he had already told his family that he would celebrate the New Year in Osaka this year, so in the days before the holiday, he spent as much time as possible in Kanagawa.

When he opened the door and came into sight, he was sitting in a wheelchair in a daze, habitually immersed in the boring and monotonous days.

And the first sentence he saw made his heart contract slightly:

"Ami, are you really not going to draw anymore?"

And when he saw him at that time, there was even a warm expression on his face.

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The boy's kite-blue hair was blown a little by little in the bitter winter wind.I sat under the bright sunlight, and the shadow of the window was pulled far away, but stopped at his feet.A thick gray scarf was wrapped under the boy's fair cheeks. When the white air rose slowly in the cold air, I saw his indifferent expression seemed to be eroded by tenderness in an instant, and in an instant it was filled with sadness. Covered with a soft expression.

I frowned slightly, watching him walk into the sunshine in front of him, watching him being painted with bright colors in this room filled with light.

He squatted down in front of me and saw his backlit face blocked by my shadow. The boy's blue-purple hair was like the lavender field in Hokkaido that he had seen in a picture book.He didn't raise his head immediately, and his eyes lingered on the space beside me for a while, as if he was preparing to speak, but before I was ready, he reached out and held the palm of my knee:

"Honey, I understand all your feelings, because I used to be the same as you."

"..." The warmth flowing upward from the fingertips made my heart tremble slightly.

"So Mi, if you're so afraid of losing your support, afraid that there's no one you can rely on, try to rely on me, okay?" A ray of sunlight leaked from the ear, brightening one eye.

"Eh?" I seemed to have a premonition of something, like a cannonball, and I wanted to withdraw my palm immediately.However, although he seemed docile, he was still a boy, so he immediately clenched his fingers.

My hand is still held in his palm.

"I like you, Ami."

Under the warm winter sun, his words were like a whiff of white air, even though it was brisk, it still had an overwhelming momentum to my ears.

"..." I looked at him in shock, even in the conversation a year ago, our feelings and attitudes were tacit.But I couldn't stop him after all, stop him from saying the word "like".

But the time for him to say these two words is now, when I even have suicidal thoughts.

How much confidence does he have...?

But his eyes were quite sincere.When looking at me, there is not even a twinkle, just like an honest child.

— but it left me at a loss.

"I'm probably really...stupid, right?" He smiled lightly, "But I've imagined it many, many times, thinking of the two of us sitting in a sunny room, facing the sea, facing the flowers, and drawing together. Then Every time I create a work that surprises each other, and then laugh at each other, next time I will draw something that surprises each other even more." He raised the corners of his mouth, "I have thought about this dream many times, and I have never been able to get out of it. Erase it from my heart."

"..." The shocked eyes gradually dropped because of his words, and I looked at the young man in front of me, his eyes were full of sincerity and hope for life.

My father once said that after his death, there will be someone who will take his place and help me go on.

I stared at the boy in front of me, thinking about the meaning of that sentence, that person... could it be this person in front of me?

But a figure quickly flashed in the back of my mind, mixed with the winter cold, and even when he spoke, he would be white.He stood outside the door and looked at me, looking at... me through a layer of white gauze.

I closed my eyes deeply, knowing that he wasn't the one I hoped for, so I pursed my lips tightly.I didn't say a word about his confession.I just reached out and covered my forehead in silence.This is my stubbornness, I stubbornly want to stick to my own ideas and stick to the future direction.

——Although that direction is not what I desire most in my heart!

I didn't respond to Yukimura's words. After slowly withdrawing my finger from his palm, I silently moved it to the wheels on both sides of the wheelchair, and manipulated it out of the room.

I need to be alone, now, I don't want to hear anything about painting, I don't want to rely on anyone, I don't want to hear anything that disturbs my thoughts.

I understand that this must have hurt the hearts of many people, but you must know that even for me, it is as painful as parting from someone I love.