I write dog blood in Yokohama

The studio that Mori Ogai said is particularly easy to find, it is located near the curry shop that Oda Saku often goes to.

When I found the place, the whole person was stunned.

Because I forgot whether the studio was called Dengxia or Yuexia, the translator was speaking Chinese at the time, and the translation into Japanese by mobile phone may not be accurate. The signboard of the store is very hard to find. I hesitated this morning and gave it to Sakaguchi. Ango sent an email——

【Hi, I'm Baxun.If I have any questions, I would like to ask Mr. Ango. May I ask you? 】

Ango Sakaguchi replied very quickly, with a sense of helplessness in the text: "What's the matter with you, don't come to me specially."

It's quite reasonable.

Cough, I didn't mean to be more polite when we meet and talk. It's great to not have to worry about it. I honestly asked about the other party's studio. It seemed that Ango Sakaguchi checked for a while before telling me. It only took one back and forth to learn about Hong Kong. The studio founded by his subordinate is called "月の下", which is a well-known studio in this area. You can know the exact location just by typing in the navigation software, which is more convenient than finding Lupin's bar.

He is so versatile, he is worthy of being an elite of the intelligence department. Speaking of which, this guy has helped me a lot before, so why don't you give him a gift in return?

When I learn how to draw, I must draw a portrait and give it to him!

...After all, I have no money.

"...Thank you so much, but what do I want your portrait for?" When he came back to his senses, he found that he had already told Ango Sakaguchi about this, and the other party's reply was a bit embarrassing.

"Eh? I'm talking about the portrait of Mr. Anwu." I looked at the translated text on the phone, feeling a little confused in my mind, and couldn't help but send to the other party: "So you want my portrait?"

Uh, isn't this a little weird, I'm sorry, hehe.

"..."

The email shows as read, but the recipient doesn't reply.

I guess I’m busy, thank you very busy people for replying to me in such a busy schedule, Ango Sakaguchi is indeed a great kind person, my heart cheered and followed the navigation to find the studio, and when I got closer, I realized that it was near here and Sakunosuke Oda took me last time The curry place to go is very close.

Great!

After class, I come to find the biggest male god in my mind for dinner. Thinking about it this way, I seem to have too many male gods, Odasaku, Chuya, Ango, Mori Ogai, in fact, Dazai is also, don’t care...Old What's wrong with Two-dimensional fans, anyway, Oda Saku is No.1 in my mind.

Looking at my left palm, which had been scabbed and scarred, I let out a breath, and excitedly opened the door and entered the studio. Although the expression on my face might not reveal anything, I told the girl at the front desk my name, and the other person's eyes suddenly turned changed.

The young lady looked at me respectfully, and led me to the single studio room where there was no one else. There seemed to be a little fear in her brown eyes, and the teacher who taught painting quickly rushed over. It was an exciting lesson. It will start right away.

……

Weird.

On the first day of painting class, the sketch teacher didn't teach me how to draw a portrait at all...he asked me to draw a cube!

"Ahem, Mr. Baxun, if you want to draw people, you must first learn how to lay the foundation of still life. The face and body of a person are actually composed of geometric figures. After that, there are three courtyards and five eyes. , The proportion of the human body, if you want to draw the shape accurately, laying a good foundation is the key."

The art teacher named Tony paused and said that only the beginning of the address was clear in his lightning-fast speech.

The first time I was called "Master", my old face couldn't help turning red, and I gave him a strange look.

This guy has no muscles that have been exercised, his steps are heavy, and his figure is far from that of the big brothers in suits. There are calluses on his hands, but they are more like thick calluses from holding a pen than holding a gun. It should be just an ordinary man. people.

But he seems to know my identity, probably the leader explained it in advance, my heart is a little strange, it is the first time I personally perceive it at close range——

I am no longer the low-level low-level man who fished and did miscellaneous work before, and now he has been directly promoted to the position of one of the subordinates of the quasi-cadres, almost on the same level as Brother Gu Chuan?

Because of Osamu Dazai's particularity, he currently has no other subordinates in his hands, so it may be a little higher.

In fact, this does not seem to be a happy thing.

The faster I climb, the more work I have to do in the future... My heart is a little depressed, thinking hard, and copying the cube picture given by the sketch teacher. By the way, what I expected before entering the house It has long been obliterated in the long and boring drawing geometric figures.

After drawing the cube, draw a cuboid, after drawing the cuboid, draw a cylinder, after drawing the cylinder, and then draw a triangular pyramid... Damn, why are there so many geometric shapes in this world!

It's so boring, it's really boring, the first day of guarding the arsenal is not so boring!

Probably seeing my boredom, Teacher Tony promised to let me paint watercolors tomorrow. If I am not very good at it, I can use acrylic paints.

***

"Has Yaxun already started to learn how to draw?"

When I made an appointment with Oda Tsukuru, the other party looked at the screen of the mobile phone I handed over with some surprise, and his expression seemed to be thinking: "Have you heard of the Tsuki no Xia Studio? It is a very famous place around here."

"Have you come to have dinner with the little girl again?"

The two stepped into the curry shop, and the fat boss still smiled and joked: "It's still the same as last time, one super spicy and one normal?"

……

I'm at a loss, this guy speaks faster than Ango, or rather, most Japanese speak so fast, and the people around me are just trying to cater to me.

In short, after all, it is my own treat, so I must express my attitude. I nervously handed the translation software back to the red-haired young man sitting next to me, and carefully pointed to the menu——

"Please choose what you like."

Oda Sakunosuke nodded, and said "yes" to the boss. When he took the phone, he seemed to notice my left palm, and said in a slightly surprised tone, "Is there a scar?"

Huh?

Noticing that the male god's eyes fell on my left palm, I replied a little embarrassedly: "Thanks to Odasaku-san, it's already healed."

"...No, I'm asking about scars." The red-haired young man seemed a little helpless, he thought for a while, said "wait a minute", and went upstairs again while the fat boss was making curry.

When he walked down, a small flat blue round box appeared in the man's hand. He handed the box over and put it on the dining table between the two of them.

"Wipe it, this is the scar removal cream I bought at the drugstore before. Last time, Kosuke fell on his knee, and it healed quickly after using this. After flipping it over, it was pressed in the box."

"Girls really care about this."

I stared blankly at the [Scar Treatment Cream] written on the blue round box, scar treatment, and was speechless for a while.

Seeing that I didn't move, Oda Sakunosuke looked puzzled and didn't force it. He handed the translated mobile phone in front of him: "The medicine is really just an aid. Since your ability is related to painting, you might as well try to use your ability to eliminate it."

"me……"

The tip of the nose was sore, and it took me a long time to think of the word painting.

"I can't draw well."

I couldn't help but speak with a choked up tone, lowered my head while holding the scar removal cream, Oda Sakunosuke seemed to have misunderstood something, pondered for a while, and actually helped me think of a way: "Your ability is to manipulate others on the portrait, So does this portrait have to be painted by yourself? Are there any other restrictions, such as portraits painted by others are not allowed.”

Um! ?

...Wait, the mysterious sound doesn't seem to have mentioned this aspect!

Looking at the screen in front of me, my eyes lit up all of a sudden, and I stood up excitedly, but soon sat down sluggishly, and said dejectedly: "It feels like there is no difference."

After all, I can’t find any painting masters to help me paint now, and relying on others is worse than relying on myself. Painting is different from learning Japanese. I have to learn this by myself, and the speed must be as soon as possible.

"I'll try it."

Surprisingly, Sakunosuke Oda suddenly said the above sentence. Instead of dampening my enthusiasm, he asked for post-it notes and a gel pen. It didn't take long for him to draw a shoulder-length Q on the paper. Edition girl.

There was no expression on the girl's face, she was wearing a set of simple black clothes, she wore a bone nail in her right ear, and her eyes were staring lightly ahead.

……

I was shocked.

He draws really well, it's a step up from the little stickman I tried before, so it turns out that Oda Tsukuru can draw!

Probably seeing my astonishment, the red-haired young man sighed, with a faint smile on his face: "Because I have a group of troublesome guys, I am always pestered to draw with them, so I know a little bit. "

He's obviously talking about the adopted kids.

The other party has mentioned the topic related to children for the second time. I just mentioned Kosuke. I felt that I had to pretend to be ignorant and ask the other party, so I tilted my head without expression and said:

"yatsu?" (guy)

"Ah, they were the children adopted in the Longtou War." Oda Sakunosuke returned the pen and post-it notes, and patiently explained: "About a few years younger than you, they are all young children."

"They all live upstairs. The owner of this store often helps me take care of a few children. Well... everyone is probably taking a nap at this time. If there is a chance next time, I will show you to them."

"it is good."

I nodded obediently. The curry made by the boss has already been served. The aroma wafting into my nose is the same as I remember. The miso soup is so delicious.

And it's cheap!

A serving is only 1300 yen, which is much cheaper than the 2000 yen curry rice in commercial street shops.

Enjoying the friendly price, I feel very happy. Although I still feel a little bit pained, I only have more than 3 yuan left in my hand after eating this meal...By the way, the villain drawn by Oda Sakunosuke was not useful , the mysterious sound, that picky search ghost, doesn't even want to give him a cheat, let alone take advantage of loopholes.

I tried it and found that it didn't work. I was a little disappointed, but I still treasured the Q-version villain and put it in my wallet.

Oh, this wallet was picked up a long time ago.

Don't forget that I picked up bank cards and wallets on the bridge before. There are inner and outer interlayers inside, not to mention a second layer with a hidden slot, which is very useful. It has been successfully promoted to my possession.

***

Saying goodbye to Sakunosuke Oda, I hesitated for a while after having nothing to do in the afternoon, and went to the studio again.

When it comes to business, I am still working very hard, I really want to play with watercolors... Ah no, I am working very hard, and I must actively move towards painting portraits!

But I really want to paint with paint, play coloring and decompress...

Thinking of this, I can't wait to step into my exclusive room, and I am going to open the watercolor and acrylic that Mr. Tony left for me in the morning, so as to regain my interest in learning painting.

However, the moment I stepped into the room, there was an unexpected person sitting inside.

The afternoon sun shines into the room through the window. The brown-black-haired boy with slightly curly hair is sitting there quietly, shaking the chair legs one after another, with a black coat draped over his shoulders, and his handsome face has no What kind of expression is there, only half of the tea-brown eyes are exposed, staring at the drawing board in front of him, with an expression that does not know what he is thinking, as if he is doing something big.

Damn, my paint!

Crying, compared to marveling at Osamu Dazai here, the first thing I feel distressed about is the untouched acrylic, and the first person to unpack the paint box is not myself... Looking at the mess on the ground, I was shocked, this elusive boss How come here.

You know, I just fished the other party out of the river yesterday. I was so tired at that time, my brain hurt and tired, I didn't have any patience at all, so I just ran away after talking casually. Could he be taking an opportunity? Take revenge on yourself.

Or to retaliate against me for stealing his friend, and dare to eat curry alone with Oda Saku...?

"Oh, Xiaojiao, are you back?"

At the same time as the storm in his brain, Osamu Dazai raised his head and looked over with a smile. His slender fingers wrapped in bandages were still holding a nylon pen. He threw the pen aside childishly, sighed and complained: "Drawing is really difficult. , I suddenly understand your stick figure a little bit."

……

I didn't understand what he was talking about at all, I was angry and speechless, walked over dissatisfied, and glanced at the drawing board in front of Osamu Dazai, looking over the water stains and scattered paint on the ground.

The painting seems to be a masterpiece that the brown-haired boy just blindly painted. He only used black acrylic paint. In the darkness of scribbling, there seems to be a simple little match figure standing in the middle of the mess. Tuantuan looks like a master.

My resentment was still on my head, so it was impossible to compliment my boss, so I directly picked up the pen that the boy had just thrown away and put it into the bucket, and ruthlessly complained: "So, you are here, painting yourself."

The original intention was to drive this guy away quickly, but before he could say anything else, Osamu Dazai, who was sitting there smiling, froze for a moment, opened his eyes suddenly as if he heard something, and stared slightly wider at me.

Huh?

I was a little flustered by being stared at, and I closed my mouth as I wanted to continue speaking, and my heart was a little confused: "What, what's wrong?"

"It's nothing." The brown-haired boy withdrew his gaze, and his face had returned to its original expression. He squinted his smile, and showed me an indescribable expression. He raised his lips and said slowly:

"I just think Xiaojiao is really interesting."