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Sanriyue tilted her head, seemed to be thinking about something, and smiled softly after a while, "Would you mind telling me about it?"

"There was a little boy and a little girl who grew up as childhood sweethearts. The boy looked very much like the protagonist in the painting, so the girl liked this painting very much... There is a secret between them. Whenever the girl has a wish, she will write a A note is pasted on the back of this painting, and the boy will try his best to satisfy her after seeing it." Tsurumaru closed his eyes, and his voice melted gently and sweetly like sugar in milk, "They were separated in the war, The boy’s family suffered misfortune, and the girl thought the boy was killed and married someone. When she saw this painting again, she bought it without hesitation...but she saw him again after 28 years of separation. He is still celibate , and did not accept her request to return the painting. However, after the girl passed away, he secretly bought it at an auction, and it stayed with him until the last moment."

He suddenly picked up a pen, wrote something on a piece of paper, then filled the side with the writing with glue, and pasted it on the back of the painting.

"So this painting represents - the only, passionate, eternal love."

"What a sad story." Sanriyue's answer was also very light. The blue tone in the background of the painting seemed to coincide with the boy in front of him, condensing the sadness of war and poverty, but still wearing a wreath symbolizing new life and beauty on his head. superior. "Death is a constant end that everyone must face, but love is an eternal thing."

Tsurumaru varnished the back of the painting, and the paper was sealed forever, along with his secret.He carried the painting to the window sill to dry, and it was a bit difficult for him to move, so Sanriyue came to help him.

"So, until the last moment, no one knows what will happen in the future, please at least live for your wish."

Tsurumaru wiped the paint on his face, but forgot that his hands were also colorful, and it was all over his face in an instant.He suddenly laughed out loud when he heard Sanriyue's words, that pale wax-like face rarely came alive.

"You really look like an old man like the outside evaluation. My illness is very scary-it will definitely scare you when you say it." He jumped in front of him and looked at him seriously for a while, "My current illness The wish is to have a supper."

To Sankaiyue's surprise, Tsurumaru offered to cook for him.Even more surprising, it looks pretty good.

If only a few tablespoons of wasabi hadn't been added to the sushi.

He was surprised that he would like to play pranks, but Tsurumaru himself was not immune to eating whole food with wasabi, and they kept their tearful but laughing expressions for a long time.

Mikazuki asked Tsurumaru which picture he was going to draw next.Tsurumaru pretended to think about it seriously, and said that I quite like Van Gogh's self-portraits.

That expensive "Self-Portrait Without Beard"?

No, it's the one with the ear just cut off and wrapped in gauze.

Is it because the way he expresses his love by cutting off his ear just to give it to his sweetheart is very romantic?

Life is boring if it is too static. Although extreme art can scare people, it is full of surprises, isn't it?

...That's it, very good, very good, it seems that Tsuru likes unexpected things.

On the third day after Tsurumaru was discharged from the hospital, the white rose on the windowsill withered and died.When Tsurumaru was just sketching out the outline for a new painting, the plants withered so silently that he only noticed it by accident when he was stretching.

When the general color of the portrait was laid, San Riyue found a dead sparrow in front of the kitchen window.

He didn't show it to Tsurumaru, but silently disposed of it, including the stray cat that was found frozen to death at the door later.Everything in this house is decaying and dying at a speed visible to the naked eye, like the autumn wind blowing away dead leaves, and ice and snow covering the ground.

He was just trying to make the house as alive as possible.

And from time to time, dried or fresh bloodstains appeared on the corridors and stairs. Even if there were only a few drops of blood, they were extremely conspicuous against the pure white background.

Is that so, the red ghost appeared.Mr. Mikazuki, please don't leave the room at night.Tsurumaru just smiled slightly at this question, as if he didn't care about the changes in the house.

A few days later, the walls on the top floor began to peel off.The house did not stop collapsing and dying because of his cover-up, just like Tsurumaru's body, the process from blooming to decaying was irreversible.

After all, he didn't finish the self-portrait of Van Gogh, his fingers were completely uncontrollable, and the shaking pen tip pulled out a crooked red line on the place where the ear was wrapped in bandages, so it looked like the ear had just been cut off, Still bleeding out.Tsurumaru sighed, "The good painting is ruined like this", and casually put the pen aside, but never picked it up again since that day, as if he completely forgot about it.

Sanriyue repaired the painting and finished the rest as quickly as possible.Although their styles are very different, they are unexpectedly harmonious when expressed in the same painting.But he still couldn't do anything about that portrait, even when Tsurumaru was sitting quietly by the bed and reading a book, the sunlight evenly spread down through the gap in the blinds, and sprinkled on his face.Such pictures are peaceful and beautiful, and even Sanriyue, who has painted countless masterpieces, was amazed by his beauty——by the time he started writing, he still had no inspiration.

His current pen strength is only enough to draw a simple outline, but he has no clue about the boy's facial features.It's not that he has never seen beauties, even his own appearance can be said to be impeccable.But Tsurumaru's smiling appearance, sad appearance, lonely appearance, weak appearance, surprise appearance... These appearances are well preserved in his mind like inspiration, they are fresh and full of vitality. You can reach out and touch it.He couldn't imagine how to freeze these frames, or in other words, he didn't want to see them freeze.

It is too cruel for a crane that should be flying freely in the sky to be locked into this small picture frame and be forever silent in the darkness and silence of the basement.

Time flies by with the sun rising and the moon setting, without a sound.

It seemed to pass very slowly, as if it was stretched by something.

"Mr. Mikazuki, how about watching a movie with me?" Tsurumaru watched TV with great interest in the living room, and the sound of chewing potato chips stimulated his eardrums.That is the food that the doctor said not to eat.

Unlike him, Tsurumaru seems to be very calm about the status quo, even looking for death.

He walked over and snatched the snack bag from his hand.Tsurumaru was a little surprised, but sooner he giggled, "It's unexpected that Mr. Mikazuki looks so well-behaved, that he would grab food from others. What a surprise."

A murder movie was playing on the TV, and Sankayue turned off the screen after just one glance, Tsurumaru was wrapped in white pajamas, and his smiling expression became more and more puzzled, "Oh, aren't you happy today? Didn't play tricks on you?"

"Don't read it....Do you really want to die early?"

The awe-inspiring aura made the young man in front of him burst into laughter, but it only took a few seconds before he patted the empty space beside him, "Sit down and talk slowly. You clearly said that you are old, but you are still so blind to life and death." .My body I know, and the remedy is nothing more than a patchwork of whitewash on a crumbling wall that is going to fall and will fall."

A weak smile appeared on his pale face, as if he was very tired. After he finished speaking, the atmosphere fell into a long silence.

"I had two friends in the past, but it was only in the past." When he spoke again, his voice was extremely hoarse and jerky, Tsurumaru smiled wryly, "If possible, I hope there really are souls in the world."

"do not talk."

The suddenly approaching face caught the boy off guard.His reaction was extremely quick, he subconsciously covered his mouth with his hand, and Sanriyue kissed the back of his hand.

Like a snowflake gently obscuring the view.

"There is still a lot of time in the future, you can tell me slowly." He lowered his eyebrows, looking deeply at this young man who made his 30-year life shine for the first time, "There are still many, many years , all at once and there will be no surprises that you are after."

He wanted to reach out to hug him, but Tsurumaru ran away like a frightened cat.

The boy took a few steps back, and his shadow merged with the night behind him.The almost transparent white skin can even clearly see the criss-crossing cyan blood veins, and hear the sound of blood flowing slowly, as light as the inaudible footsteps of the god of death.

"……Feel sorry."

The pure white crane shook its gorgeous feathers in terror, and fled away from his side and his world.Tsurumaru closed the door of his room, it was the first time that he explicitly rejected him with such a firm attitude.

Are you hated?

It is also reasonable.

So when he saw that Tsurumaru's room was empty the next day, and even the daily necessities were taken away, he just felt that he and himself had played the same joke as usual.But when he searched all the rooms in the house, even all the cabinets and gaps where people could hide, he found nothing.

He went to all the hospitals in the city one by one, but they all said that they had never received a patient named Tsurumaru Kuninaga.

In the next few days, he kept sending missing person notices to TV stations and newspapers, ran around all the streets and alleys of the city, and even called that guy Xiaohumaru up—even though he was going to hold an art exhibition soon.All the traffic stations posted the same missing person notices, but the days went by like this, and the news that was posted was like a stone sinking into the ocean, without any response.

In the middle of the night, the hour and minute hands of the hall collide with a crisp and monotonous sound.Sanri Yuezong stood alone in the empty house, desperately scanning the same white furniture over and over again.The room without the crane is frighteningly cold, the wind blowing through the shutters blows up the lavender fog-shrouded town nailed to the easel, flipping through countless sheets of blank drawing paper behind it, as if in a hurry to flip through the fleeting moment of the crane, And countless gaps that can never be filled later.

In the past few days, Crane and the colors in his brushes revived this pale and dying world bit by bit, gave life to all the objects drawn by lines, and revived something in his heart—that feeling is It's like coloring a scribbled line drawing, watching it gradually become plump, lively, with expressions and emotions, and become a masterpiece that will be praised forever.

But now, time has faded its color, slowly melting into a gray that cannot be captured by the naked eye.

Sanriyue suddenly remembered something.He opened the drawer in the room, frantically looking for the painting "Boy with a Pipe" with a light blue background.

"—If you have any wishes, just write a note and stick it on the back of the painting. After he sees it, he will try his best to satisfy it."

The painting was placed at the bottom of all the picture frames, and when it was brought out, there were many pieces of paper pasted on the back, and they scattered all over the ground like cherry blossoms, like a scene suddenly floating in the clear sky. blizzard.

"I want to go to the bay in a small town near the sea. Step on the sand and listen to the sound of the waves, and watch the sky painted with lavender and rose red"

"I want to trek in the desert to find an oasis, and wait there for the sunset"

"I want to see the autumn leaves in Paris and the cherry blossoms in spring"

He read one by one, his handwriting became more and more crooked, and many notes were still stained with blood.

"Want to do all of the above with one person - my one and only, passionate, true love."

The note was turned to the end, leaving only the sealed note that he pasted on it at the beginning.San Riyue scraped off the paint covering it with a utility knife, but the chic and beautiful handwriting was already printed on the back of the frame.

"Don't come to me"

"Also, I love you"

Finally, he sat back in front of the easel, facing the unfinished portrait.Tsurumaru, who had no facial features, faced him as before, and his drawing skills were so perfect that it looked as if a real person's face had been erased.He didn't know what expression to draw for him.

Sanriyue stood up and wanted to close the blinds first, so as not to mess up the drawing paper in the strong wind.But at that moment, he saw something at the junction of the window frame and the wall.It looked like some kind of black sticky substance, but when I touched it with my hand, it turned out to be dark red.

The smell of gouache paint soaked in water was also mixed with a faint smell of rust. Sanriyue thought it was just the paint accidentally splashed on it, so she closed the shutters altogether, and when she went to find the paintbrush, she found it was also in the crack of the table.

He adjusted the paint without hesitation, and smiled at the blank face.

All the exhaustion of inspiration and difficulty in writing, all exploded and shattered at this moment.The outline of the facial features was initially drawn, but the carpet was wet when the paint was mixed, and a closer look revealed a conspicuous scarlet spot on the carpet.

His mind is now full of images of cranes.It was replayed frame by frame, like what appeared in the mind of a dying person, played in a silent loop, and then faded into pure white light in an instant.

Even the easel began to bleed, and even the drawing paper in his hand was stained red.Sankaiyue seemed to be completely invisible to all that was happening around him, and his pen tip was like a precision-calculated instrument, lighting up the golden eyes on the drawing paper with starlight.

Suddenly he noticed something, sighed, and picked up the utility knife by the table.It was thrown in the air by the hand that drew countless romantic paintings, cut through the air to form a beautiful line, and pierced the bloodshot and blood-soaked eye peeping through the crack of the door with precision.

With that low sound, he drew the last touch on the painting, it was Tsurumaru's smiling innocent and seductive lips.

San Riyue's soft kiss fell on the drawing paper, accompanied by the bloody smell that filled the whole room, accompanied by the sea of ​​scarlet blood that spread over the ankles—maybe also buried the cold body outside the door.

The vague and empty shadow in the thickened air pulled out a bright red smile, which made him laugh too.Crazy and exhausted, it will die forever in the heat.

Good night, my love.

——FIN——

The author has something to say: the skin will gradually become fragile, and the slightest touch will break and bleed.

This kind of terminal illness is real, and the picture is a bit harsh, so if you are interested, you can search it.

Thank you for clicking and seeing here, refill.

I also like the three-day crane today. =