Constellation Palace Mythology Sealed Land

"What? Miso or soy sauce?"

"Anything... anything."

"Then... let's have a simple sushi roll, or, let's go eat barbecue~~"

"Well."

"..."

"..."

"What exactly do you want?"

"……Well."

"Tianye! You big idiot, what's called 'uh'!"

You don't need to look back to know it's the two of them. This is a couple who often come here to eat... they should be lovers.Girls are full of cute looks, they belong to the kind of people who will feel distressed when they see them; but boys are another type-although they are also very handsome, under the long black hair is a piece of unshakable Dead faces, often without any expression, except...

"Is this called 'uh'? Or that?" The girl was obviously irritated by his usual prevarication tone again, and started to run away. I turned around and saw her holding the long hair on the poor boy's forehead , put his head on the revolving counter with dishes: "Which one is it?"

The shop owner was used to such frequent one-sided conflicts between them. He shook his head and smiled at the cashier and wiped the cup in his hand, but the other customers were still attracted by this scene and whispered in a low voice.

Poor man...I mean the girl.

The boy still didn't speak.But, the smile, yes, the smile passed over his handsome face like a breeze, at this moment, it seemed that a thousand hyacinths bloomed on the hillside, and the whole world was full of spring.

After seeing a scene I like, I turn back and sit on the bar stool and continue eating my dinner.

I like beautiful things, sunshine, flowers, music, breeze...and that smile.

I am an illustrator who provides paintings for novel authors. After graduating from high school, I opened a studio alone in this city.I am good at drawing the picture that the orderer needs by listening, and the hope they describe will be magnified 100 times to perfection in my pen.After self-studying college courses, at the age of 20, I have already become the "honey baby" of many writers. They are used to relying on my pictures to spread out their thoughts that need to be expressed.And I gradually gained some fame and lived a self-sufficient life.

Although the cuisine of this restaurant is not the best in the city, the scale is small, and there are not many customers, but what I like is the story in this restaurant: the husband and wife in the snack business picked up a The baby, and paved the way for the child to study with his life's love and savings, but when the adopted son was successful in his studies, the old man passed away, leaving the lonely old woman to support the store alone.The adopted son who was far away from home gave up the employment of a large company after graduation, and resolutely returned to his adoptive mother to take care of the store together, who is the current boss.

He said: "This is the last memory left by my father for my mother. I will continue to support this memory for my mother."

For that sentence, I drive from the side of the city every day to come here for dinner.And the couple who heard this at the same time tacitly began to take care of the business of the store.

"Boss, please give me a glass of mint water." I beckoned, and then a glass of refreshing drink slipped in front of me.

"Please, Miss Naluo, thank you for the painting you sent last time. My mother liked it very much. She said that seeing your painting is like seeing the days when I struggled with my late father." The boss waved to me: "Thank you very much."

"Ah, it's just a clumsy picture. Grandma won the prize... so you're welcome." The mint water is filled with soda that can sparkle, and it's my favorite green cup.

"Excuse me... you..." I turned around, and the lovely girl stood behind me, with a surprised expression in her big beautiful eyes: "Is it really you? Miss Nalo, the mind painter?" Her little His face immediately turned red, like a small apple: "You are the Miss Naluo who gave my mother's calligraphy and painting centerfold!"

I was a little overwhelmed by her sudden enthusiasm: "...ah, yes, I am that...that Nalo who draws."

Immediately, her hand was pulled, and she turned around and called the boy who was still in the same frozen state as me: "Tian Ye, she is the soul painter I have always wanted to see."

Hehe, what a lovely girl, she is so simple and straightforward.

"My mother's new astrology book is the cover drawn by you. She will laugh out loud when she sees your sample. I have always wanted to meet an artist who can make my mother so happy..."

I remembered that the astrologer needed a cover. I didn’t design it as a baroque complex flower decoration according to her wishes, but painted it with similar childhood patterns on a merry-go-round horse. She really agreed with me all at once. the opinion of.

Because I know that she has always had a young self on the merry-go-round looking for a future full of miracles in her heart.

In this way, this girl is her daughter.

"Please don't call me by your honorific title, just call me Nalo." Smiling and looking at the girl who is not a few years younger than me, I think her happiness is as pure and pleasant as a baby.

"Okay, Sister Naluo, can I call you like this?" She blushed and pulled the ribbon on the dress with both hands: "I like your paintings the most, and I have collected a lot of novels with your illustrations... Ah, this is my boyfriend, his name is Tian Ye."

I haven't noticed it all the time. It turns out that when we were talking, the boy had already come to us.Stretching out my hand to him, I smiled politely: "Hi, I'm Nalo."

There was a silence that responded to me, and looking up, I saw the expression on this handsome boy's face—a sudden surge of surprise, disbelief, and sadness.

"It turns out...you..."

"Ah? What are you talking about?" I was stunned. This child seemed to be an acquaintance who knew me, but I quickly filtered through the characters in my mind, but I didn't have any impression-I am very sensitive to people's appearance, even Anyone who saw it as a child will remember it.However, I certainly don't know this man named Tian Ye.