honey color

Leaving from here in a wheelchair, it seemed as if his hands and feet were being pulled.

But soon, I felt a faint wind on my cheeks, and then iris blue invaded my sight:

"Ami, do you want to meet him?"

"..." I fell silent. I knew that his sideways gaze at me was also full of anxiety, so I didn't go to see him. That feeling of anticipation must also scare me. "I..." I frowned, and after closing my eyes fiercely, the image of him looking for something in the crowd became a lingering impression in my mind, "I don't really want...to see him."

After speaking, I steered the wheelchair and walked first in the long white corridor.

There are countless thoughts in my heart, but it seems that they all turned into nothingness in front of that person.

It wasn't long before I noticed that the guide had disappeared.I turned around and found that he had disappeared in this corridor, and that kite-blue figure left me alone in this quiet corridor full of sunlight.

That was the first time, and perhaps the beginning of everything.Yukimura disappeared into the corridor cleanly like this, but the feeling of bewilderment at that time was finally fully awake when he turned his eyes back to the boy in the next minute.

He stood beside Fuji, as if he took the initiative to say hello, he didn't know what he was talking about, and there was a distance between them.I looked at the two people under the leaves, and I could feel my heart pounding.

But not long after, when Fuji ran in another direction, Yukimura suddenly stood under the tree, avoided those leaves, and looked at me with complicated eyes.

He managed to avoid a meeting with that boy for me, but now, his eyes also seem to be confused and complicated.

I avoided that palpitating gaze, and when I refocused my gaze on the distant figure, I finally took the wheel again and walked forward alone.

It's only a matter of time before we meet.

VIP Latest Chapter 67Chapter67. White Lover

After school starts, everything gets busy.

That meeting was like an agreement silently made in our hearts with Yuta, and we have never met since then.

Almost a few days later, I moved paper, paint and simple clothes into Mr. Fujiki's house.He has a wife named Miko Fujiki, a very beautiful woman who is about thirty years old, and seems to be a bit different from Mr. Fujiki.It was probably my blunt expression towards this lady that made them quickly explain the reason.

"Miko is my student." Mr. Fujiki replied almost instantly, "probably my only female model." He said it very frankly, which made my wife feel a little embarrassed, so she immediately changed the subject :

"Miss Huatian doesn't need to be too restrained when you come to our house. I have heard Zhenming talk about you, and I have seen your paintings in photos. It is indeed like what Zhenming said, Miss Huatian's talent should be fully released." She smiled. Looking at me, the curly long hair has been winding to the chest.

I just smiled at them and, in fact, were willing to rescue me from that unconscious thought, and my gratitude to them is beyond words.

Mr. Fujiki also has a six-year-old daughter, Anri, who has just started elementary school.Not as capricious as a child in my impression, Xingli always appears gentle and quiet in front of strangers, but when she meets friends she has a good relationship with, she will laugh and chase and play with them.Regarding my appearance, she seemed to be considerate, thanks to Mrs. Miko, who patiently explained to her daughter, so that an elder like me is often taken care of by this child.For example, before she had to go to bed, and I was still painting in the studio Mr. Fujiki gave me, she would knock on the door of my studio and ask me timidly in a low voice:

"Sister Mi, aren't you sleeping yet?"

Even if I have a personality that is hard to warm up to, when I see the little girl's worried expression, I will immediately raise my lips:

"Well, go to sleep after painting."

"Don't draw until late at night again." Because once she was in a hurry to go to the toilet in the middle of the night, she found me still painting in the studio on the way.After that time, she even had a quarrel with her father, saying that even if her father was Sister Mi's teacher, she couldn't be such a devil teacher.

"Well, okay." I nodded, probably because of that incident, I also had a little restraint on my bad habit of staying up late.

The day is going on in a relatively calm state.

Two months of new life has given me a relatively comfortable attitude towards the university.No one will interfere with your life. Even if I have a handicap, in the eyes of other students, that is part of the attention, but it is definitely not the whole of the attention.I have my life circle, even if that circle is very small, even too small to mention, but other people are also busy with their own life and creation, and we don't have so much time to interfere in each other's life.

So from time to time, I hang out with Yukimura and Chitose, and I also have a few friends I just made in college, but they are not close friends.

Yukimura is very popular in school, so sometimes, I prefer to be with Chitose, although in theory, compared with Yukimura of the same major, he still spends more time with Yukimura.

I was a little embarrassed with him, remembering when he was in school, he stood on the avenue full of tree shadows and looked up at me with complicated eyes.Probably because of the relationship he has always had with that gaze.

But after that, he never mentioned Fuji again, and Fujisuke never came to Musashino again.

Everything seems to be calm, seemingly calm.

until the rainy season comes.

He seemed to have a secret in his heart since the day I entered school. He didn't tell me, and I never took the initiative to ask him.We who continued our lives peacefully like this, none of us ever took the initiative to touch that secret.So in this illusion of peace and harmony, we have been discussing everything about painting.

And when the rainy season comes, I always think of Ziyang, and think of him more recently.

Maybe it was because the meeting in high school was so unforgettable that I gave him my feelings about these days.He is the rainy season, melancholy but gentle, ambiguous but romantic.

During the rainy season of this year, he made a small request.He said:

"Ami, can you come and be my model once?"

At first, I was just surprised by such a request.But then I thought about it, he had painted me before too.Just wanted to play around with this question:

"Didn't you draw me before, why do you have to be so serious this time?" Yes, even though I was not in front of him, he could put me in the square frame.

"I just want to draw a picture from the front." We sat in a quiet studio, plaster statues were neatly placed on one side of the wooden cabinet, and outside the glass windows beside us, many students were busy with the upcoming campus festival.

I pursed my lips and looked into his iris-blue pupils, only to find that his expression became serious, as if he was making an irrefutable request.

So I agreed to his request, and after a slight nod, a faint smile spread across his face.

The content of the campus festival is varied, but I only participated in the school art exhibition.He said he did too, but it wasn't a copy of me, which made me sigh.

He still chose to do it in his own house, which he said was more reassuring.He put me on a red sofa and he didn't know how to pose me, so I curled up on my side on the corner of the sofa.I didn't want to look at him, but that's all, he wanted me to look in his direction.

"Only this time, I hope Ami can look in my direction."

For some reason, when I heard this sentence, I always felt that there were other meanings in his words.But this feeling is fleeting again.

So the painting started like this, I looked at him, and he turned his eyes to the drawing board.I have seen him when he was painting, but never observed him from the perspective of the person being painted.I suddenly remembered that I watched a movie "Titanic" that was popular all over the world a few years ago. Now I am like a heroine, staring at each other. An indescribable feeling.Of course he is not the wandering entertainer who got on the boat by accident, but at a certain moment, I always feel that his eyes have a taste similar to that of Jack in the movie.

The window was beside him, and the light threw me in the light dress, and also threw half of his body into the light.There aren't many conversations, and more often, my mind goes blank.

He sat in front of me, spreading the light gray on the drawing paper stroke by stroke, while I was caressed by the rare sunshine in the rainy season and fell asleep.

It was a long sleep, maybe because I didn't get enough sleep the night before to catch up with the campus festival exhibition, I just fell asleep on his sofa in this position.He didn't wake me up, just caressing slowly in front of the easel.I don't know how he was feeling at that time, but at that time, I was just lying there alone, and there were some strange things in my dream, but I haven't dreamed about the flower field since my father passed away.

What woke me up was the rain outside the window. The flower beds under the house he rented were full of purple suns. I could imagine the appearance of those flowers bending their branches slightly in the rain.The weather was dark, and even night had gradually fallen.But he unexpectedly squatted in front of me, in a half-light space, the other side of the white wall reflected the shadow of raindrops on the glass windows.

I have never seen Yukimura Seiki who is so close to me, and the gaze between us is more like a brewing, although I don't know what his purpose is, but I