[Comprehensive] Why do I like you

Blast officially started training. The four of them went to the company to report at noon every day, and it didn't end until after [-] o'clock in the evening. But the end of the training does not mean the end of a busy day. Nobuo and Nana have to rush to part-time jobs, and Tai Shi also has to carry bags Back to the office to sort out the files.

They play two roles in a day, and when they get busy, Nana almost diverges from their time. Occasionally, Nana opens the door of Nana's room, and sees the sweet sleeping face of Nana who is getting thinner and thinner.

After much deliberation, she felt that this was not the solution, and she had to give them some nutrition. Although she might not be able to help much, she still wanted to improve their diet and the like.

However, Nana's idea did not come true immediately, because she was also caught up in her own affairs.

The preliminaries of the New Concept Contest are about to start, but she doesn't even have a complete painting in hand, and the editor-in-chief Takano has already started urging her, wanting to get the drawing from her hand quickly, and then give some suggestions.

Nana somewhat understands the thoughts of Editor-in-Chief Takano. After all, if a picky person like him really has something or talent that he likes, he must be eager to get it and then create it perfectly through his hands.

In fact, Nana is sometimes quite strange. The editor-in-chief is a manga editor, and although she also wants to be a manga artist, she is currently doing some editing work, learning sketches, oil paintings and other things. She still can't do the drawing with sai like other manga artists do.I don't understand why the editor-in-chief always wants her to draw something.

When I was in the editorial department, I was urged by the editor-in-chief, and when I was in school, I was urged by Yukimura. Nana couldn't help but immediately started thinking about the subject matter.For this reason, she spends the time she should have been visiting art exhibitions and reading manga collections visiting parks in Tokyo, and writing down any inspirations on paper first.

But after a few days of shopping, Nana looked at a pile of themes on the paper, but she didn't have any inspiration.

"What's the matter, you look frowning."

On a rare Sunday, Nana also rests at home. Although she will go to a part-time job soon, she can still relax in the early morning.

"It's about the painting competition. I can't think of anything to draw." Nana pushed away the paper on the table, lay down on the table with a bitter face, blinking pitifully at Nana standing next to her .

"Let me see, the jungle, the white clouds, the lightning, the creek...why are they all natural landscapes? Can't you think of something else?"

Nana picked up the paper on the table, looking at the words written in Nana's delicate handwriting, she couldn't help feeling some black lines.

Nana shook her head: "But it suddenly made me think that I can't think of anything. After wandering around, all I saw were scenery, scenery, either trees or flowers, sun, moon, stars or fish, shrimp and crabs. Clam..."

"...." Now, besides the scenery, there are living things. Nana put down the paper, went to sit down opposite Nana, propped her chin in one hand and played with the lighter in the other: "You might as well draw a lotus flower, here are A fiery red lotus flower is waiting for you."

As she spoke, she also showed off the red lotus on her shoulder that looked like it had just been stabbed.

"Red lotus..." Nana sat up straight and looked at Nana, squinting her eyes and looked seriously at the red lotus on Nana's shoulders. She thought that when she first met Nana, it was because of these many red lotuses. It was Guren who thought of the entanglement between Nana and Lian, and the last thing she expected was that her association would become a reality, which felt unexpected but taken for granted.

The red lotus is more vivid on Nana's fair shoulders. The touch of red gives her a poignant feeling of blood in a trance....

Nana saw the bewildered expression of Nana on the opposite side, reached out and knocked her on the head: "What are you in a daze for?"

"Lotus lotus...red lotus...blood..." Nana suddenly muttered like a demon, causing Nana to frown strangely.

"Hello, Hachiko?"

"Nana, I want to thank you!" Nana stood up abruptly, her eyes were frighteningly shining like a lamp in the middle of the night, and Nana was stunned by her startled look.

"I'm going to paint!"

Seeing Nana rushing back to the room flustered and blaring, Nana hasn't recovered yet, what happened?Bazi, she won't be bewitched by evil spirits, right?

Thinking of this, Nana couldn't help but feel a little worried. She stood up and walked towards Nana's room, leaning against the door frame of Nana's room. Nana, who was staying in the room, didn't look like she was bewitched. Holding two or three straight pens in his hand, when he was drawing with his right hand, he added a few strokes with his left hand not to be outdone. His dark pink long hair, which was messy just now, was tied up by the long brush at some point, although it looked a little It is not neat, but it is rare to have an inexplicable sense of beauty lingering on her body.

Nana thought of the honey water in the refrigerator when she got up in the morning these days, she couldn't help but feel warm. She thought about it, went to get a cup and poured fresh milk, and prepared the bread she bought at some time , took it to Nana's room, put it on her table, looked at her as if no one else was there, shook her head, picked up the paper and wrote a note, reminding her to remember to eat breakfast, then turned and went back.

Nana should be regarded as the person who knows herself best. As she said, she is the real one who draws pictures. Although she is dazzling on the stage, she obviously feels abrupt.

Nana returned to her room, sorted out her things, and couldn't find her mobile phone. She shrugged helplessly. It doesn't matter if she doesn't have a mobile phone, but she always feels restrained when she has a mobile phone.After she packed her things and changed her clothes to go out, she was ready to go out.Before leaving, I was still a little uneasy, and walked towards Nana's room, wanting to see if she remembered to eat.

As soon as he got closer, he saw Nana staring at the drawing board in front of him, holding a cup and preparing to drink.

"Eight sons!"

The sudden cry made Nana stunned for a moment, and the movement of bringing the cup to her mouth also stopped. Nana turned her head in a trance, saw Nana at the door and smiled, "What's wrong with Nana? I saw you give My milk is ready, ready to drink~"

As he spoke, he raised the cup in his hand.

"== Take a closer look, is it really milk in your hand?"

Nana walked over helplessly, took the cup from Nana's hand with one hand, and handed her another cup on the table: "Idiot, this is milk. Are you planning to fill your stomach with ink and become a poet?"

Listening to Nana's words strangely, Nana turned her attention to the cup that Nana took away, only to realize that what she took just now was not milk, but another black ink in a cup, which was grinding ink It was ground out, and it was intended to be used later to paint the surrounding scenery with a brush, but for some reason, she took it as milk.

"Uh...I clearly remembered that I was holding milk..." Nana said that she was also innocent, and looked at Nana with wide eyes.

Nana glared at Nana: "Hurry up, I think it's better to find someone to supervise you."

Just after saying this, Nana's phone on the table rang, and Nana, who was drinking milk and eating bread, took the time to say, "Nana, please help me pick it up."

Anyway, she has nothing to hide, and now she really can't say anything. Thinking that Nana prepared the breakfast, Nana felt very sweet in her heart, and then sighed again——Why isn't Nana a man? quq ! ?

"Hey, really."

"Hey, cough, cough, cough, cough!"

As soon as she heard Nana speak, Nana choked on herself. She wanted to take a sip of milk to relieve herself, but she drank too quickly and choked.

Out of the corner of her eyes, Nana noticed that Nana was coughing heart-piercingly and her face was flushed. She shook her head silently and continued, "What are you doing now?"

"I'm not doing anything. I just write songs and read books by the way."

"Oh, reading the book, there must be something you don't understand, come to 707 and ask Bazi and you will understand."

"Eh? I don't understand anything?" Shinichi replied strangely.

"Don't you understand a lot of things? It just so happened that Bazi didn't have class and was drawing at home today, so you came over to do your homework, and by the way, you're an idiot who almost drank the ink like milk just now, if it wasn't for me I just saw it, maybe you are going to the hospital to see her."

"Eh?? Nana-san?" Shinichi was taken aback by Nana's words, and the music symbol he had just drawn in his hand was twisted into a long centipede. He also forgot what he planned to call Nana for. Yes, I immediately replied: "I know Nana, I am ready to come here now, I have prepared a lot of questions that I can't do, waiting for Nana to teach me~"

Listening to Shinichi's emphatic tone of "a lot", Nana looked at Nana chewing the bread with her bulging red face and smiled and said, "Don't worry too much, she happened to be inspired to draw today."

"Well, then I'll hang up first and let her wait for me."

"Okay, that's it. I'm going to work first. I put Nana's key under the carpet at the door. You can open the door yourself."

"Ah."

With just a few words, Nana decided to hand over Nana to Shinichi for management.

"I'm not a child anymore!"

Nana, who had finally finished eating, stared at Nana in protest, as if she was looking at an ignorant child.

"Who almost drank a lot of ink just now?" Nana stood there with her arms folded and her slender body, but somehow gave people a condescending feeling.

Nana met Nana's dark eyes, said nothing in silence, then lowered her head and slowly raised her hands.

"Do you know what's wrong?"

"I didn't mean to..."

"What did you say?"

"No! I was wrong! Nana, go to work! I will never make this mistake again!"

"Well, be good." Nana touched Nana's head, and Nana turned around and was about to leave.

Nai Nai, who was full of food and drink, also withdrew her mind, picked up the pen again, and moved her hands to the sketch on the drawing board that was still outline.

Shinichi took out the key from under the carpet, opened the door, went in with the gig bag on his back, and closed it.

He looked up and saw that the door of Nana's room was closed, while the door of Nana's room was open. In the quiet space, there were only the sound of his shallow breathing and light footsteps.

He walked over and stood at the door of the room looking at the person who was concentrating on painting. Those brown eyes, which were not very bright, were staring at the drawing board for a moment, holding the paint in his left hand, and drawing back and forth on the drawing board seriously and carefully with his right hand. , her cherry-colored lips pursed slightly, it could be seen that she was really concentrating on painting seriously, and she didn't even feel the few strands of hair hanging on her slender neck.

Has there ever been a saying that the most beautiful is the one who concentrates?

This sentence seems to have the same effect no matter whether it is applied to men or women.

He walked into Nana's room, put her schoolbag on the table where she put her notebook, then walked to the bed with the bass, put the guitar on the bed, leaned against the wall and adjusted the scale.

In the silent room came the sound of brush strokes and a slight 'ding ding ding' sound, but it still couldn't attract Nana's attention.

A doting smile suddenly appeared on Shinichi's face, he didn't expect this girl who didn't seem to grow up to be so serious and focused, it was too rare, and it made him inexplicably itchy.

He lowered his head, the blue hair that he didn't deliberately comb was softly resting on his head, looking like a slender child from a distance.Put your fingertips on the strings and pluck them lightly, and there is a moderate bass sound in the room. Matched with the girl's earnest drawing, this room illuminated by the sun and covered with golden light looks more like is a real canvas.