distant light

13,

When I dragged my exhausted body back to the humble residence at night, I suddenly realized that he had said not to care, why did I still feel guilty for not answering him, so I explained in more detail?I really have intermittent convulsions, bastard!

...Just, slightly lowered his eyes, smiled a little disappointed and said sorry, I was rude.Such an expression made me feel slightly uncomfortable, and I always felt that it was not suitable for him who is calm and composed.

...It has been a long time since I found out that Akira Sendo is a true acting school.

And that night, I rolled on the narrow and hard wooden bed for a long time, and I felt sincerely: Xian Daozhang is really a good person who is willing to help his classmates and is considerate, good person!

14,

So I successfully got excellent grades in sports, so I got the scholarship smoothly, so it happened that I didn't have to work overtime on weekends...

So now I am sitting on the seaside of Kanagawa refreshed, looking at the blue waves of the mighty Pacific Ocean. It is only natural that I am taking a break from my busy schedule.

"Yuan Shansang, what a coincidence?" A voice with a slight smile came from behind.

... For the first time in my life, I had the urge to raise my fists and scream!

"... Lord Xiandao," he quickly turned around to face him, probably because my expression was too serious, he slightly suppressed the smile on his lips, and looked at me seriously.

"I used to come to the beach to sketch when I didn't have to work on weekends; it's just that I have to work overtime on weekends after working in a dessert shop. It's rare for Mingyue to take my vacation today. Thinking about it, I haven't painted for a long time, so I came here." The sketchbook in my hand, um, physical evidence.

"I know."

"The old people walking nearby have seen me." Well, witnesses.

"I know."

The witness evidence is complete. "So I'm definitely not your stalker... Hey wait," I widened my eyes, "You said you knew?"

He smiled, lifted what he was holding in his hand, and I just noticed, the fishing rod in his right hand and the fishing gear in his left hand?

"I come here to fish every weekend. I used to see you sketching by the sea alone. You didn't come during this time, so I found out that you were working overtime when I went to the dessert shop on weekends."

... My heart was hanging, the joy of not being regarded as a stalker instantly overshadowed the doubt that I never saw him enter the store on weekends.

He sat directly not far from me, turned his face and asked with a smile, "Do you mind if I sit here?"

"……of course not."

... It's still the same sentence, this is the public land, not my private land, so naturally I have no right to say otherwise.

...Besides, I watched him fling out the fishing rod gracefully and skillfully as early as when he sat down. I really wanted to say "mind". !

Sitting under the cloudless blue sky, the sketch pen in the hand skillfully outlines the scenes, the children playing and chasing after each other, and the old man looking peacefully from afar.There is a wind mixed with the smell of sea water passing through the nostrils, and the sound of waves echoes in my ears.

With such a beautiful scenery, I always feel that no matter how impetuous my heart is, I can gradually calm down.

"Toyama-san, can I have a look at your paintings?"

After recovering from the peaceful world, I saw Akira Sendo squatting next to me, so I spread the sketchbook in front of him, "Of course."

It was really just a simple sketch, he looked at it for a long time, and then smiled, "Toyama-san, do you like drawing?"

I'm not surprised he came to that conclusion.

"Although the lines are only drawn with charcoal, it vividly shows the mischievousness of playful children and the vicissitudes of the old man looking at the sea...Although I don't know much about painting, I gave up complicated painting skills and invested in pious To paint with emotion, to be honest, I was moved by such a simple and simple picture.”

Because of his keen observation ability, I have seen it for a long time.

... At that moment, I felt a feeling of similarity and relief in my heart—well, I guess it was the joy of being understood by others.

but,

"I really like drawing, and I naturally put my emotions into it when I write, but,"

I suppressed my smile, "...I actually only have the basic level of sketching."

I saw him raise his eyebrows slightly in surprise.

"...So, it's not that I don't want to use complex and advanced painting techniques, but just because, I don't know how to do it."

"...That's right," at that moment I saw him who was always calm and calm, a look of astonishment flashed across his eyes, there was no trace of regret and embarrassment, only a sincere smile, "However, I really think Yuan Shansang's paintings are very beautiful. OK."

... comfort?

...Xiandao-kun, you are really a gentle person...

"Hehe, the teacher who taught me how to paint before said that the emotion poured into the painting can sometimes make up for the poor skills."

"Well, I agree. By the way, since Yuan Shan likes painting so much, why not continue to learn?"

...No, pardon me to retract my preface, this man's keen powers of observation are used to poke people where they hurt.

"..."

"I took the liberty, sorry."

"..." Don't show such a disappointed expression, it doesn't suit you at all, bastard!

"Actually, my parents don't want me to devote all my energy to learning painting. They always think that girls should learn to play the piano and dance to be more quiet and elegant."

"No wonder, Yuan Shan also plays the piano, right? I noticed it before, your fingers are very beautiful, and they are a pair of hands suitable for playing the piano."

"Hehe, my former piano teacher also said the same thing... But, I prefer the teacher who taught me painting. When he left, he regretfully said that if I continue to learn painting, maybe I will become a famous university student in the future." painter."

"Is Yuan Shan's dream to be a painter?"

"I used to think so."

"before?"

"I want to travel around the world, the never-ending rotating windmills in the Netherlands, the purple lavender fields in Provence, the romantic Aegean Sea, and the Egyptian pyramids that have been engraved with the vicissitudes of time... I want to leave beautiful pictures with my own hands."

"Why before? What about now?"

"Because I understand that rights and responsibilities are relative...If you want to gain, you are doomed to lose. Now, I hope that I can get the scholarship for next month smoothly, I hope that I don't have to work overtime on weekends, and the clothes Xiao Nan makes are not so weird. Every time I have to prepare for a long time before I have the courage to try it on, I hope that the content of physical education will not be related to ball games..."

"...I remember that next month's physical examination seems to be about tennis..."

"Isn't it?!" I covered my face and wailed, "It's so sad!"

He chuckled, "I always feel that the distant mountains are much more intimate than usual."

"why would you say so?"

"Because although Yuan Shan is polite and gentle, he feels alienated; and he always walks alone. But after getting to know him now... I feel that Yuan Shan is actually very easy to get along with."

"That's because I transferred here in the second grade. The girls in the class have their own groups, so it's not easy to get acquainted with each other; besides, I have to work every day, and I don't have time to make friends, but it's still good to have a relationship." My classmate. Speaking of which, when I didn’t know Xiandaojun before, I often heard Xiao Cang mention that Lingnan’s ace was handsome and popular, well, I always felt that such a person must be superior..."

"now what?"

I looked at him sincerely and said firmly, "Mr. Xiandao is a good man."

... For a moment, I almost suspected that I saw his calm smile suddenly stiffen and petrify.

Puzzled... It's obviously a compliment, but why is he smiling wryly?

"Yuan Shan, don't randomly hand out good person cards."

"What is a good card?"

Strangely, after hearing my question, I seemed to hear a low smile of relief brought by the sound of the waves from the line of sea and sky.

"...When being confessed, if girls don't want to accept it, they often say 'you are a good person, but I'm sorry' to politely refuse."

"Well, that's how it is," I nodded knowingly, emphasizing, "But Lord Xiandao is really a good person!"

"..."

...Well, I admit, I did this on purpose...

So the two looked at each other and laughed.There is something invisible soaked in the brisk laughter, inexplicably making people feel very warm.

...Because it is now a spring afternoon and the sun is shining brightly.

16,

"By the way, Yuan Shan, can you draw a picture for me? I want to see what I look like when I'm fishing." He pointed to the fishing rod that was left alone on the beach not far away.

"Okay... But the level is limited, so don't worry if the painting is not good." After I nodded in agreement, he took the fishing rod and sat next to me, and began to fish leisurely.

...How does this person know that I don't want to move...

Some people get along with each other for a long time, and they will gradually become dissatisfied because of the shortcomings of the other party; however, Xian Daozhang is strange... The more you get along with him, the more advantages you will discover.

……

The charcoal pencil seems to have its own soul, lingering on the white sketch paper, outlining fine marks.Zhang Yang's upturned hair, gentle and clear eyes, a high nose bridge, and a light smile with slightly raised lips...

……

When I woke up suddenly, the figure of a leisurely but dignified young man fishing by the sea under the bright sunshine had already been drawn on the paper.

Just a few strokes, but...

"Sometimes the emotion poured into the painting can make up for the poor technique."

...very charming...

I...why do I feel that every stroke of ink in the painting contains deep feelings?

Sure enough, the wind is blowing so hard that I'm having a brain twitch? !

"Did you draw it?"

I subconsciously didn't want him to see the painting, and before I could close the sketchbook, he poked his head over.The warm breath was blowing on the top of the head, and there was a boy's refreshing smell in the nostrils. When his face became hot, he quickly leaned back to avoid it, his eyes wandered, "It's better not to look at it. It doesn't look like a painting."

"No way," he looked away from the sketchbook and looked at me in surprise, "It's very similar to..." His slender and strong fingers stroked the drawing carefully, and his tone was soft, "It turns out that in Yuan Shan's eyes I look like this...heh"

...Low laughter lingered in my ears, like warm fingers caressing my earlobe...

...I'm sure, it must be because the sun is too bright today, thinking is fermenting too quickly like bread...I am so, cranky.

"Can you give it to me? This painting?" He raised his head and looked at me with clear eyes for a long while.

"it is good."

Carefully opening the binder, taking out the paper and handing it over, I felt a trace of inexplicable regret in my heart... I had a premonition that even if I painted many times, I would never be able to draw the same charm again.

"In order to thank you for your painting, let me treat you to dinner!"

"No, no, it's just a painting."

...It's just a picture, that's all.

An ethereal voice in my heart is comforting me, but even I feel that I don't have enough confidence...

The author has something to say: a small love story, dedicated to Xiandao Akira.