Yinhua and Dream

Silently let his own thinking and understanding.

At the age of 17, I left my hometown and came to Tokyo. At this time, drawing manga has long been an integral part of my life. I believe that every manga artist thinks so. The original family members did not agree with him coming to Tokyo alone, even if it is a realization. The opportunity to dream, but this opportunity is only limited to him alone.In fact, the work of a cartoonist has always been precarious, so in the eyes of the family, this is a foolish behavior.Therefore, in order to express his determination, he does not plan to ask his family for a penny, and even sends home the extra money he earned from part-time work. That way... it seems that his family can understand that he is living a very happy life. Well, even, this kind of living condition is better than in his hometown.

In fact, when Fukuda first arrived in Tokyo, he was hit hard. He saw a world that was wider than before, and the wallpaper was an extremely quiet place for comics. After one step, I saw a bottomless gully in front of my eyes, where the haze had faded.

After receiving the first manuscript fee and a few salaries, his first thought was to find a good room. Such a narrow room seemed to drain his inspiration, but he felt suffocated and at the same time, his enthusiasm for writing was lacking. Start subtracting.Of course, later Fukuda Shinta knew very well that drawing manga had nothing to do with these things. It was just that at that time, he lost his original enthusiasm and was just looking for excuses in the face of repeated blows and a confused future.

After finding a house and spending most of his savings, Fukuda felt that he had to cheer up, so he worked harder and contributed more. However, the saying that success comes after failure is often said by those successful people, and one after another The underdogs... are silent a lot of the time.

After getting off work from the Tsuruta Convenience Store at noon that day - the store offers good treatment and is very close to the apartment - he thought he needed to find new inspiration and walked to the park, where the scattered cherry blossoms in spring followed The wind blows what seems to captivate the eye, and then he sees... a man and a woman kissing under a cherry blossom tree.

To say that this picture really has the feeling of a girl manga, but unfortunately, this is not the inspiration he needs.The man and woman in the passionate kiss obviously only have each other's environment, and Fukuda Shinta also stood and watched like this, planning to sit on a bench beside him and close his eyes to rest—well, in fact, it was far from his original intention at this time .

It was noon at this time, and many people were basking in the sun after having a good meal in the spring. Futian looked around and saw only one person sitting on a bench, so he sat on it.Sitting next to him was a girl who was on the phone. He took out the earphones from his pocket and was about to listen to music, but he heard the girl angrily yelling at the phone: "I've already taken a step back! As your girlfriend, I I have the right to view your text messages and all your call records! Kazusaku Hosokawa, unless you have an ulterior relationship with other women without telling me!"

"Huh?! Is that so? Yes, I am jealous and possessive. If you love me, shouldn't you endure this?" After the girl's aggressive questioning, silence fell, Fukuda put the earphones into his ears, and The volume in P3 seemed to be lowered a lot, at least he still seemed to be able to hear the girl's breathing clearly even if there was music in his ears.

"Huh?! Break up!?..."

The girl's panting gradually amplified, and it seemed that the volume was slowly turned up when it passed through the earphones and reached his eardrums. For a moment, Fukuda thought he was not listening to music at all, and even felt that the girl was right next to his ears breathing.

He thought that the next thing would be crying and crying, but he didn't expect the girl to take a deep breath and say in a sharp voice, "Then let's break up..."

The voice was indifferent but heartless, and even the expression he squinted at was so expressionless that it made people feel cold.

She hung up the phone, lowered her head, her long hair slipped from her shoulders to her knees because of this movement, and the light golden hair under the sunlight seemed to make people feel unmatched warmth. ... This kind of warmth is somewhat familiar to Fukuda.

"Hey, have you seen enough?" Fukuda Shinta met a pair of eyes of the same color, with some mocking eyes that made him feel embarrassed and unhappy at the same time.

He staggered his gaze, and when he turned his head, he realized that he had turned his head to look at the girl for a long time without knowing it, which was really rude, "Sorry." He didn't hesitate, and apologized straightforwardly.

Under the cherry blossom tree in the front left is the couple who kissed passionately before. The appearance of the two sitting under the tree and laughing happily is really in line with the current scenery. On the other hand, Fukuda and the girl are like old videotapes, inexplicably depressed.

Fukuda felt that it took too long to finish listening to a song, and the atmosphere in this corner really made him feel uncomfortable. He just wanted to stand up and bid farewell to this place, but before he stood up, he heard the sarcastic voice just now. With a bit of perplexity, "...it's so difficult to find someone who will truly accompany me."

……

Futian rested his hands on the back of the chair, and his left hand could touch the girl's shoulder within five centimeters. He muttered to himself, "Even if I'm alone for the rest of my life, there will always be something to pour my energy into. … Heh, the lyrics are good." After chanting like this, he fiddled with P3, he noticed that the people around him looked at him sideways, and he turned to look at the girl.

"...The guy who can find that kind of thing, you mean yourself?"

Fukuda was stunned, and then heard the girl click her tongue, "You guys who like to show off. You are generalizing. Not everyone can find that kind of thing. Many times, you can't see anything." arrive."

The girl was wearing a blue and white dress, and her long light blonde hair hung down to her waist when she stood up.If it weren't for the sneer on his face, this look, paired with a sweet look, would be refreshing.

Fukuda Shinta didn't come back to his senses until the earphones slapped and fell on his lap.

The falling cherry blossoms blew over with the wind. At this moment, the lines of Futian's face were far from mature in the future, and he looked a little green. He peeled off the white turban on his head, "Hahaha!——" Then suddenly laugh out loud...

The people sitting in the park, including the young couple under the cherry tree, looked at the laughing silver-haired boy with crazy eyes.

"It's really extreme." But it seems that what this person said is right, Fukuda, who had laughed enough, looked up at the sky, and the action that he wanted to leave was lost because the girl left first.In fact, after arriving in Tokyo, after seeing the so-called metropolis, it seems that urbanites are depressed, which is a kind of heaviness that is deeply imprinted in many people's bodies, being forced, oppressed, working hard to make money, and living a hard life …But it cannot be said that there are no rural areas. Futian’s hometown is mostly poor families. Even their family’s quality of life has improved a lot this year. Only they know the hardships they had.And often, and at that time, the things that are rooted in my heart and the things that I want to pursue can never be forgotten.

Always, always, in my heart. "It seems that I have to thank my parents for giving birth to me in their family. ... I am very lucky."

Such emotion is actually a little inexplicable, even when lying in bed at night thinking about the experience of the day, Fukuda felt that he was stupid for laughing like that.

Chapter, 18 Paintbrush and Combustion - Fukuda Chapter ([-])

The days after that passed quickly, and his life can be said to be monotonous and fulfilling. Apart from drawing manga, he also worked part-time. He used the money earned from part-time jobs to buy painting tools and daily necessities... Later, Fukuda even felt that, The royalties he got for the comics didn't play any role in his life at all,...but, just, that kind of feeling that makes people feel excited can only be given by holding a paintbrush.

At that time, at that moment, at that second, it was like being truly alive.

One day, he discovered that the person with the surname Sawano that he hadn't seen before was the girl with light blonde hair, but at that time, Sawano Sharo had already turned into a shoulder-length short hair.

It's like wanting to get another new life.

Day after day, until the relationship between the painter and the assistant, which was cynic and sarcastic when we first met, was a huge leap, but Fukuda didn't think that he and Sawano Sharo got along very well. Based on the appearance of Kyono Hanako.

But later, slowly, it seemed to be a bit deliberate to come naturally. Anyway, Fukuda and Sawano said barbed words from time to time, although most of the time it was habitual.

Until that day when I was helping Kyono Hanako to celebrate her birthday, I received a call. In fact, when he was about 19 years old, his relationship with his father at home was very tense. Originally, his father didn’t want him to come to Tokyo, let alone with them. What young people at heart say—realizing dreams—is often irony with fantasy.

And every time he squeezed out a few days to go home, he always had a lukewarm attitude. Even if something big happened to his mother this time, it was his sister who called.But Fukuda knew that his gradually prosperous life, and part of the money sent home every month, were secretly softening the relationship between him and his father.

That day, Futian rushed to the hospital after getting off the car and saw a middle-aged man sitting in the smoking area of ​​the ward.

The white hair that almost accounts for the hair is very dazzling.

"Dad." He stepped forward and couldn't help calling out.

The face that had been stern all the time was a little dazed at the moment. After hearing the voice, the man