Fool's Love

He stopped writing and looked at me.

The manga research department has a relaxed atmosphere.After a short self-introduction, the rest of the first part of the work was left to us for free activities.

The environment of the department is far more suitable for drawing manga than the classroom, I must admit.But if I, a high school boy, draw BL in a fair way, to be honest, my psychological quality has not yet reached that level.

I got up from my seat and looked around.On one side of the wall adjacent to the door, there is a bookshelf that reaches from the floor to the ceiling, and it is full of comics.

Some are still new, others have been refurbished, and look far larger than the comic books in my room.

I randomly picked out a copy of "Mr. Qingye" from among them, and wanted to sit on the seat and flip through it for a while.

Looking down at the shared table where the staff sit around, there are people doing all kinds of things.Those who read comics took out paper sketches.

Masumi belongs to the latter.I remembered just now that he mentioned that he wanted to try drawing manga in the future. Now it seems that he himself likes drawing, maybe he is also a drawing enthusiast.

I pulled the armchair away from under the table and sat back in its place.I couldn't help but look at him.

His eyes were lowered, and his eyelashes were the same lighter color as his hair, which closely covered his pupils.

Instead of a tie, he wore a collar cord.The collar is black and decorated with thumb-sized red stones.

The end of the rope is followed by a silver, engraved decoration.It can be said that it is a delicate and elegant accessory that is very suitable for him.

My gaze followed the trajectory of his gaze and landed on the paper. He used the automatic pen to trace something back and forth on the paper, with a focused and pious expression.I squinted slightly, trying to see—

...This is too ugly!

I almost cried out.It's my reserve not to use the word "ugly" to describe it - it's definitely not because I'm relatively professional in painting and picky, but it's really too ugly.

I really want to describe his paintings with words such as "wrong human body proportion", "problems with perspective", "unsightly lines", etc., but unfortunately, using the enumeration method to cover the shortcomings of his paintings is like catching sand with a fishing net—— — Impossible.

It's not easy to say that I can barely tell that what he painted is a person.

My eyes wandered between his painting and his serious face, trying to make some suggestions, but I didn't know how to speak.

Finally, when he started to add fluff to what looked vaguely like a turtle, I couldn't bear it anymore.

"Why do you draw hair?"

"what?"

He stopped writing and looked at me.The distance between my face and Masumi's is only ten centimeters, perhaps because I have admired his excellent painting skills, Masumi's face seems to have added a subtle silliness.

"The one you drew should be a turtle, why did you add fur on it?"

"Huh? Turtle?"

Masumi didn't seem to understand what I said.Have I ever drawn a turtle?

His eyes seemed to be asking questions, he glanced at the paper, and then at me. After repeated several times, he finally realized that I was referring to the little thing he had just drawn.

"Do you mean this? It's a guinea pig."

Now I feel confused instead.

"No, for guinea pigs, the head and body won't be separated..."

"I made a draft first to clarify the proportions."

——The most useless draft in history, which has no effect on mastering the correct proportions.

"Then you don't need to draw the hairs one by one, do you?"

"Ah, is that so?"

This seems to be beyond Masumi's usual cognition.

"But I want to draw the pattern of a guinea pig. I wonder if it will be more delicate if I draw the hairs one by one..."

"You can do that too, there are many ways to express it. But at least the styling should be more accurate-like this."

I took out my automatic pencil and was just about to write when I suddenly realized that I seemed a little too excited and lost some courtesy.

I was worried about leaving a bad impression on Masumi, so I hurriedly added: "Can I draw on your paper?"

"of course."

I nodded, and immediately began to trace on the paper.

It felt like an on-site exam at an American school in advance, and the unprecedented tension almost overwhelmed me.What am I nervous about?Is it just because Masumi is looking at me?

I made mistakes several times in my writing, and I was so anxious that I didn't have the heart to modify it.Because I don't have a deep impression of creatures like guinea pigs, the lines are not as confident as usual, shaking intermittently.

It's bad!I silently complained about my disappointment in my heart.To boast, what I ended up turning over looked more like a naked mole rat than a guinea pig—and worse, I couldn't even figure out how to fix it for a while.

With the mentality that I would be laughed at, I handed over the finished product.It's not my usual level, maybe I'm just the kind of person who doesn't do well when people are watching.

"Oh, it's much better this way! It's really like it."

Masumi let out an exclamation that was completely beyond my expectations.

"I don't really know what a guinea pig looks like, so the drawing is a bit rough. It should be better if I can see the picture."

Masumi shook her head: "No, I think it's already very similar."

My personality is a little sensitive, if someone else said that, I would wonder if he was deliberately speaking ironically to laugh at me, but Masumi didn't give me such a feeling.

Perhaps it was the painter who had just met him, and guessed that maybe this level of work was indeed considered a "good painting" for him.

It may be exaggerated to say this, but when I saw him looking at my painting with glittering eyes as if he had discovered a treasure, it seemed as if helium had injected into my heart, making it lightly faint with a hint of dizziness. float up.

"Can you give me this painting?" Masumi asked.

"The paper itself is yours."

Earning Masumi's smile for almost nothing - I can't think of anything more rewarding.

He thanked me and my heart rose higher.Remembering that the turtle-looking guinea pig was only part of his picture, I asked him what he had planned to draw.Masumi seemed a little shy, but soon confessed the truth.

"It's a person, a girl, holding a guinea pig in her hand." He gestured with his hand, as if it was a gesture of a mother holding a baby in her arms. A guinea pig shaped like a mosaic image. On her breast pinned a splendid rhododendron."

"Can I draw a picture as you said?"

"is it okay?"

Masumi was obviously taken aback by my words, and instead asked me a question.After seeing me nodding, he thanked me with a smile, then flipped through the backpack and pulled out a white paper of the same quality as the one just now.

It's neatly clipped into the folder with no creases.But I still hope he buys a sketchbook.

There are some things I didn’t tell Masumi——while drawing the girl holding a guinea pig in his mouth, I thought to myself, I should be the one to thank.

The purpose of painting this painting is not so much to give him as a gift, but to say that I am completely satisfying the desire to show myself.

Like American school exams - yes.I drew a picture and felt that it was not ideal, so I asked the examiner to change the test questions and draw a new one, which was entirely my side taking advantage.

Sketching is my forte.Especially the tense mood has eased a lot now. I refer to the reference picture of the guinea pig that Masumi found, and it only took about [-] minutes to complete the drawing.Masumi seemed very satisfied with this painting, staring at it for a long time.

"It's enviable, I really hope I can draw so well."

"Just keep practicing. Unlike you, I've learned it before."

Masumi nodded, but didn't reply.After that, I exchanged LINE with him.

His head is a pure white bird standing on a red background, like an oil painting, with gentle brushstrokes and a bit of Sanyu's style.Don't know where he got the picture from.

I went home late that day, because I stayed in the library and read a novel for a while, and forgot the time, and it was almost dark when I left school.I wanted to feel the mild evening wind, so I pushed my bicycle and walked slowly.

Vaguely, I began to feel that there was something I had been ignoring all this time.When passing the stone bridge that must be passed, I inadvertently looked up at the sky, and what came into view was the bright full moon.