honey color

You know, that kind of brewing must have an extraordinary meaning.

Sure enough, not long after, he approached me, and placed a slightly moist kiss on my lips in this dim room.

It's like the Ziyang watered by the spring rain outside the window.

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Before stepping into his room, I had the same idea.

The girl's sensitivity and his all-time good impression of me made me have to make such an assumption.But even so, I still agreed to his request, because this matter, from the very beginning, has an irresistible sense of sadness in it.

Later, it turned out that my sensitivity was correct. He concealed a very important thing behind the painting from me, and it may be my choice that influenced his decision on that matter.

So before that, he will leave himself a wonderful memory, even if I make the worst choice, he can let himself at least live in that beautiful memory.I never thought that he would be so lacking in confidence in this matter. Of course, the person who really made him lack confidence must be me.

At that time, when I was kissed for the first time, I lay stiffly on the sofa, even though his body was irresistibly warm, even though all this reminded me of when we first met, he put my dirty fingers When you hold it in your palm, you can feel the sunshine on the white shirt, but the feeling now is far from beautiful.

My heart was already beating "thud-thump" because of such a sudden situation, and I could even feel his heartbeat, which was much calmer than mine.So when I came back to my senses, my body finally struggled reflexively, and he lowered his head and left me.

Without even a word of explanation, he turned his back and walked towards the kitchen. That kind of back seemed full of tragedy, and even made me feel deep-seated sadness.

I covered my lips, and the first kiss in my life ended in such a state of confusion. In this room full of oil paint, only me and the drawing board not far away are left.

Even though my face looked like boiling water, I took a deep breath after pressing my heart.I reached for the crutches not far away, and when I braced my body and walked to the drawing board, I finally saw the painting in the dim light of the sky.

Not yet finished, after numerous oil paints, I can already see myself lying on the sofa, with burning eyes, white skirt and red sofa, long black hair and bright yellow walls.The self there has a kind of quiet beauty. Even though everything is still chaotic, the feeling in it has already begun to emerge.

That's me in his eyes, quiet, peaceful, gentle, but with a little bit of persistence.

It wasn't long before the me realized why he had drawn me the way he did.Because that he made the neatest attempt for him and for me not long after, and it was also a decision.

And that night, when he sent me back to Mr. Fujiki's house, he never mentioned that kiss again.It seems like it's just a matter of course, it's like a feeling.There is no need to explain anything in words, just doing such a thing at that time, even though it represents his state of mind, it has never forced me to accept any ideas.

So I also kept silent and didn't say a single extra word, because after all, I didn't know how to speak.

……

A few days later, the campus festival came amidst all the attention.It's just that the rainy season in June has not yet passed, and the annoying light rain makes the environment extremely sticky.

However, everyone's enthusiasm did not seem to be dimmed by the weather. Various activities were held as scheduled, and my paintings were also put into the exhibition queue.

Three months after entering school, I participated in a painting competition, which was recommended by Mr. Fujiki, and I started preparing for that competition with the mentality of giving it a try.Under the guidance of Mr. Fujiki, I achieved quite good results in that competition.Probably because of this, and the strange impression I left on others with my inconvenient legs and feet, I became one of the most talked-about characters among the new Musashino freshmen.The huge painting this time was also placed in a relatively empty place, probably Mr. Fujiki’s suggestion. After all, my painting with post-impression style should be viewed from a relatively far away place.

From the day the exhibition hall was opened, people from inside and outside the school came to visit in an endless stream.Even Naoko took the time to accompany Aunt Matsumoto to the school to look at my paintings, probably to cheer me up. Thinking of this, the corners of his mouth turned up slightly.

The exhibition will last for a week, but Yukimura is rarely seen since the campus festival.When I met Chitose by chance, his attitude was a little unclear, which made me guess left and right, but I still couldn't figure it out.

It seems that from the very beginning, my painting titled "Fen" was expected by many people.A few alumni who liked my paintings called me after seeing my paintings, saying something surprising and hoping to give me more advice in the future.In fact, I approached most of these calls with a state of mind bordering on trepidation.

To say that the inspiration for this painting is probably after returning to Tokyo, seeing the colorful streets of falling flowers, the streets and alleys paved with petals, those familiar and unfamiliar people walked by me alone or hand in hand warm breath.Even if it seems ordinary, even if everything seems to be taken for granted, there is still a power that touches people's hearts.

That's why they say that no matter how ordinary my paintings are, they can feel a kind of power in them.

After all, maybe I am such a person!

On the day when the exhibition drew to a close, the rain finally stopped.

The sun shuttled through the clouds, and the dark and bright sky lightened my mood that had been gloomy for many days.Yukimura's words have not been seen for several days.I was sitting in the studio bored, and I could still hear warm voices outside the window.Although compared to the excitement of the campus festival at the beginning, the atmosphere outside has cooled down a lot.

I sat alone in the studio, facing a blank drawing board, leaning against a wooden shelf made for me by Mr. Fujiki and standing in front of it, thinking of a group of paintings on the theme of summer that Mr. Fujiki painted not long ago, The desire to get rid of the depression as soon as possible finally made me force myself to give up the cool colors of blue and purple.

I want to try to draw a large sunflower, and I want to imagine the bright world.

Therefore, the golden color was adjusted. When their shadows were inverted in the water, those golden petals fell on the flower shadows, showing its vitality in a more realistic angle.

The clouds outside the window were even broken by the sunlight. When the sky at the beginning of the year sent half of the light to my painting, my heart finally relaxed.

There was almost no sound outside the door. The campus festival kept many people busy with the festival, so not many people stayed in the studio at this time.And I am an exception, as long as I can draw, every day is a campus festival for me.

Gentle light music is playing in the room, and the sunflowers in my hands are like suns, making me happier and happier.

However, what stopped it all was a knock on the door.

I am a little puzzled, because now I just want to stand quietly in front of the drawing board and finish this painting.So it seemed that the music was interrupted in the middle of playing, and although I was reluctant, I said "come in".

The door was opened a crack, and with the "squeak" sound of gears rubbing against each other, the man finally stood under the suddenly sunny sunlight.

The pupils shrank slowly, and after seeing his face clearly, the pen in his hand still dropped.

The meeting that had been imagined countless times finally came.

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You Yun avoided the sun at that moment, and the golden light dyed his brown trouser legs a light yellow.Outside the plaid shirt, only one cuff of the dark jacket was stained with sunlight.

That is the person I have missed for four years, and I will think of him, our story, and our agreement when countless evenings come.

And he is looking at me now, in the backlit pupils, the broken blue light is still the same as four years ago, with a fascinating power, as if it is the quiet sky or the calm sea in the morning.

I dropped a pen, with those golden sunflowers as the background, as if I was also a scene in this still picture.Facing his arrival, I felt thrilled and seemed to be expected.

"There must be such a day, he stood not far from me, we looked at each other four years later, and then looked at each other with strange but familiar eyes, nostalgic for each other."

The sound of the paintbrush falling to the ground seemed a bit abrupt in this completely quiet space, and on my white skirt, the escaped golden paint shone seductively.

"Honey Sauce..." He stood at the door, under the moist sunlight, beside the white door, this man who was already too calm called out my name in a tone that seemed to be only when he was young.It was an experience that left me with so many emotions, I even had the urge to shed tears.

"..." I pursed my lips, my shoulders trembling weakly.It is no longer the short hair of four years ago, it is not the health of four years ago, and there is no accompanying camera.Now there is only waist-length hair, weak legs, and a pen stained with oil paint.

So, am I still the "flower field honey" in your heart?

I know my eyes must have been red, but I still