honey color

We each other, no one is good.

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The cold war of two people unknowingly turned into a cold war of three people.Until the third day, a somewhat familiar man appeared outside the door.

He is about forty years old, with a strong body, and his eyes are probably the most familiar to me. Although I didn't remember who he was for a while, but soon, Yukimura next to him greeted this person:

"Mr. Fujiki, you are finally here."

Fujiki...Masaaki? !

I was a little surprised that this person once stood in the lounge of my father's photography exhibition, looking at my painting for a long time without leaving.And now, he appeared in this place, what is the reason for...?

When he walked in from the door, he kept looking at me, without even a slight deviation in his eyes, as if everyone and everything around him had nothing to do with his purpose.From the beginning, the reason he came to Osaka from Tokyo was me.And the person who made him come to Osaka must be Yukimura Seichi next to him.

"Huada Mi, I never expected to meet you in such a scene after more than three months." His surprised tone made me feel tangled.

Yes, three months ago, I was full of confidence and wanted to inherit my father’s wish, to become a student of Musashino University, and to fill my life with painting, but three months later, everything has changed .

Facing those words he said at that time, I really made up my mind to complete them, but now, facing this person, I feel as if I have encountered a thorn in my heart.

Because of me, I had to recall my previous dream again, and then I was once again squeezed by this sweetness that was very painful.

But he didn't say any more, on the contrary, he quickly searched for something from his bag.Not long after, he finally took out a piece of paper and slowly folded it open.He handed the paper to me, I hesitated a bit, but decided to take it.Not long after, extreme surprise appeared in my eyes:

"This...!" I raised my eyes to look at Mr. Fujiki from next year. In the cold weather, his cheeks were flushed red:

"It's my letter of recommendation," he explained, "recommending you to Musashino University."

"..." I looked at him in surprise, "Why...what?"

"Because if Hanada-san can enroll, I believe that Musashino University will understand your value in a short time."

"I'm not... not so..."

"Please stop underestimating yourself, Ami!" This time, even Yukimura couldn't hold back, probably in the past few days, he has long been unable to bear the appearance of me giving up on myself.

"..." I finally stopped talking, but in fact, my mind didn't change too much, "but the tuition fee..."

"Scholarship." He said bluntly, "As long as you work hard enough, the annual scholarship is enough to pay you to go to school." Mr. Fujiki answered tactfully, and even added, "Of course, if you are willing to play a little painting and the like Odd jobs, living expenses shouldn’t be a problem.” I’m afraid it’s because I’ve heard Yukimura’s words before coming here, so I’m blocked so smoothly.

"For accommodation," he smiled slightly, "come to my house!" Mr. Fujiki said with a smile, "the house is big enough, and the wife likes painting very much. It's just that it's a bit troublesome to have a five-year-old daughter." He touched The back of his head, but in appearance, he is obviously very happy.

"..." I looked at him speechlessly, feeling a sweet and warm feeling wrap around my body.

The inextricable knot was finally untied because of the appearance of this person.

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The knot on the rope has been untied, and Mr. Fujiki did not even stay in Osaka for a full day.Maybe he had already made a recommendation for me a long time ago, but he didn't expect that I would encounter a huge turning point in my life during this period.This turning point even made me lose all my strength to fight, and even made my thoughts get into a narrow alley, and I couldn't get out again.

Father’s suicide note was forcibly put into the cabinet by Mr. Ueda. Of course, she understands things like this. She may have been crying when she looked at the clothes of her dead child. Mr. Ueda in the past may be the same as now She also felt deeply powerless, so she said silently that day:

"I kind of understand Daisuke-kun back then..." Daisuke Ueda, her husband's full name.

That's why I feel that I am really hateful sometimes, indecisive but often choose an obviously wrong answer radically.Perhaps from the beginning of knowing that I am different from others, I always have the idea of ​​self-destruction, thinking that I am really amazing to be able to achieve this level, but who knows whether tomorrow's self will have the opportunity to continue to work like this, so that when encountering When I was hit, I smiled wryly and thought "this day has finally come".

Yukimura did not return to Hokkaido, he chose to stay, and not long ago, I just rejected his solemn confession.So that day, when I picked up the brush again, he and I painted the lonely street winter scene outside the window until night fell. The room gradually became dark and almost lost the sense of light. It was almost impossible to see the work in front of me and the one opposite. When looking at the appearance of a human being, he finally stopped me before I operated the wheelchair to turn on the light:

"Ami, some people say that people who are in the dark are the most honest. Do you want to try to chat in such an environment?"

"..." I was stunned for a second. Although nearly two months of mental torture made me look a little haggard, my state has improved a lot since I received the letter and explanation from Mr. Fujiki.So I pursed my lips, somewhat suspicious, so I asked cautiously, "Talking about... what?"

"A question and an answer." He immersed himself in the dark room. Not long ago, Ueda-sensei reminded us to go to her house for dinner earlier.

"..." I couldn't find his face, and even the outline began to become blurred, "...Okay." I hesitated for a second, and finally agreed to his proposal.

"Ladies first, then," he said with a smile, in no rush to end the conversation.

I don't like to "explore" others, and my little taste of the "people" around me is also a manifestation of my lack of self-confidence.Talking less and doing more has always been my way of life, so such an active thing makes me a little tricky.

Therefore, there is no cleverly designed question, just a simple question jerky in the dark:

"Why does Yukimura-kun like to draw?"

"I have liked it since I was a child, and since I decided to do this thing until now, the reason why I like painting has been changing, but the heart I like has never changed." His answer even exceeded my imagination, such a vivid content , It seems to let me see the young him grow up gradually, and gradually become a mature and attractive existence. "Then it's my turn," his words interrupted my thinking. "Tell me, who did you escape from Tokyo to Osaka?"

"..." It surprised me directly, this question even isolated me in the dark into a deeper darkness.However, he didn't make a sound, as if this time, he was determined and insisted that he would not withdraw this question.My heart was pounding. In the dark, I swallowed my saliva and replied dryly, "A friend."

"Ah, that's right." He didn't seem dissatisfied with my completely vague answer, so he continued to laugh, "It's time for Ami to ask."

I let out a long breath, as if I had finally escaped from the clutches:

"Why is Yukimura-kun staying in Osaka this winter?"

"For you." He said very directly, but the thick black blocked the sight of each other. Even though hearing such an answer made my cheeks feel hot for a while, it was not as uncomfortable as I imagined. "Ami, that friend is more than just a friend, right?"

Still cautiously silent:

"...Well." I answered honestly, "Has Yukimura-kun ever liked a girl?" I felt that all the rhythms were driven by him, so I accidentally asked such a question:

"Hahaha," he suddenly chuckled, "It seems that Ami is getting better. There was a time when I was in the fifth and sixth grades of primary school, and I had a crush on my homeroom teacher, so I went to confess to her before graduation. .”

"Huh?" I was slightly startled, I didn't expect him to have such a story, so I couldn't help being curious, and even put the rules aside, "What's the ending?"

"Wait, I'll ask you the next question!" There was a hint of mischievousness in his tone, and besides temporarily putting aside my exuberant curiosity, it also made my heart tighten:

"So Ami has a feeling of liking for that "friend", right? "He continued with the previous question, his voice was not like that just now, but full of emotion and a little serious.

"It's okay... Let's put it this way." This time, I finally let go a little bit, probably the black particles around me are really isolating him and my appearance, and at the same time isolating the insincerity between each other. "It was only after I left that I realized how much I liked him."

"...Well." After a long time, he made such a very soft voice that seemed to be inadvertent, and then seemed to change his mood, "Of course my confession with that teacher failed! But now When I went to visit her, I would recall it, the feelings at that time were indeed very real, and even childishness and youthfulness could not kill that kind of truth." He seemed to raise the corners of his mouth in the dark.

It is the kind of person who will be very involved every time, and this will have more delicate emotions than anyone else.Believe in the truth, goodness and beauty in the world, especially after experiencing pain, so you are gentler than anyone else.

"Ami," it was his turn to ask questions, but this time, he suddenly paused,