[Net King] Cherry Blossom Years

Rukawa Sakura left the school and went straight to the supermarket.

In these years, it can be said that no housewife can do better than Rukawa Sakura.She does all the housework at home, she does the laundry, she does the cooking, and she also takes care of the "idiot brother" who can't take care of himself. She even worries about Rukawa Kaede's studies.Ever since her grandfather left the country at the age of seven and returned to her home in the city, she has been busy with everything at home.The siblings lived together without any problems.She has been impeccable in this regard.

There seems to be not enough seasoning at home.Well, the milk is almost gone.And the drink that my brother* drank.For dinner tonight...

Rukawa Sakura walked in the supermarket silently counting the supplies at home.

"Rukawa-san, Rukawa-san! Rukawa Sakura!" A girl's voice came, calling Rukawa Sakura's name loudly.

Rukawa Sakura raised her head and looked around, "Kanna-san."

"Oh, it's fine to be called Yue or Xiaoyue! Don't be so extravagant." The girl waved her hand and smiled.

"Xiaoyue." Rukawa Sakura smiled, "Then call me Sakura."

"Well, Sakura. Are you... shopping for vegetables, Sakura?" Kanna leaned over to look at Rukawa Sakura's supermarket shopping cart.

"It's dinner." Rukawa Sakura looked at the bent orange head.

"Huh? Is Sakura cooking?"

"En. Parents are not at home." Rukawa Sakura replied lightly.

Even now it doesn't make any difference, does it?Her "mother" didn't know how to cook at all—in her only memories.This is not such a happy family.When she was still young, she had already discovered that the pair of "parents" really didn't have much awareness of being parents.It is basically "attributed" to them that my brother will evolve into his current personality, right?

She was just escaping, trying not to think about what she had and what she didn't have—otherwise, how would she explain why, as a parent with a pair of children, she was away from home all year round?When she and her brother were still so young, they had already let go of them, went abroad early, and only came back once a year at most, and there was a possibility that they would not return?

These are questions she doesn't want to think about.

"Oh, Sakura is amazing! A top student like Sakura is beautiful and can cook... Woo, I'm so envious!"

Rukawa Sakura smiled faintly, but did not answer.

"Well, I still have something to do, so I won't bother you. See you at school tomorrow." Kannazuki smiled brightly and waved goodbye.

"See you tomorrow." Rukawa Sakura waved her hand and put it down.He bowed his head and sighed.

She has long been used to such a heavy study and life, envy or something, really ignorant people have the idea.Those who have the ability must have their responsibilities.What's more, how can you get it without paying.She has many, many friends, but there are only two or three who are really close friends.She is used to smiling, because smiling has long been her mask.

Walking on the road with a large bag of things, Rukawa Sakura didn't pay attention, and was bumped by someone who ran past suddenly, and the things scattered all over the ground.And that person has already gone away without a trace.

A hand was stretched out in front of her.

She stood up, straightened her clothes, and said with a smile, "Thank you, Liu Sheng-kun."

"You're welcome, Rukawa-san."

One is No.1 in the entrance examination, and the other is the representative of the freshmen speaking. It is inevitable for two people to recognize each other.Especially Rukawa Sakura, Yagyu Hiroshi has been known in the previous life, so he is not unfamiliar at all.

Silently pick things up.The two bid farewell.Very natural.

After leaving home, Rukawa Sakura stepped on the bus.

Getting off at Qingchuan Painting House, Rukawa Sakura walked through the gate and courtyard very familiarly, turned around the corridor, and opened the door of the studio.

The world-renowned painter, the number one painter in Japan, Master Ise Aokawa known as the "Superb Painter of Aokawa", is Rukawa Sakura's painting teacher.Rukawa Sakura is Ise Qingchuan's favorite student and the youngest closed disciple.

Rukawa Sakura has a talent for painting and also likes to draw.It's just that so far, she has never thought of becoming a painter.Ise Qingchuan was also quite helpless about his disciple's lack of a promising future in painting.She is still only in the field of interest, and does not have a heart to keep striving for the future of painting.In short, the * is still missing.

Rukawa Sakura always thought that the future was still too far away for her.She just works hard blindly, but has no dreams.She can't bear the determination to put everything in one basket for her dream.She was just escaping, but she didn't know what she was escaping from. The word "dream" was so heavy that she couldn't find her direction.

Sometimes, she also wonders why everyone has dreams?The people around her, whether it is tennis or basketball, are so clear as dreams.However, she didn't at all.What kind of dream is it, what kind of thing is it that can make people put all their eggs in one basket and stick to it to the end.

The sun was setting.Afterglow spilled into the studio.

Rukawa Sakura covered the canvas with the painting and slowly exited the studio.

Ise Qingchuan was sitting in the corridor, holding a teacup in his hand.

"Teacher Qingchuan."

"Sakura. Ready to go back?" Ise Qingchuan looked back at the youngest disciple.

"Yes, teacher. I went home to cook." Rukawa Sakura smiled.

"You child, really—" Ise Qingchuan sighed.This child is always so distressing. "You started going to junior high school today, right? You have been learning to draw with me since you were eight years old. It has been five years. Time flies so fast."

"En. Thank you teacher for your guidance these years." Rukawa Sakura bowed.

"You are talented, and you are willing to learn from me with your heart. I have nothing to say. You know where your own shortcomings are. You child, you always treat everything equally. I can't change you. .”

"I'm sorry, teacher. I can't see through my heart, I know. So far, I still can't dedicate my future to it. I don't have the belief to stick to the end. I'm sorry."

"Ah, take your time. Sakura, you are still young. I don't force each of my disciples to become a well-known painter. As far as your paintings are concerned, the rest is just the tempering of skills."

"Thank you, teacher. Then, I'll go first."

this kid...

Ise Qingchuan watched the back of the young disciple leaving, lowered his eyes, and took a shallow sip of tea.