The daily life of the painter of the rebirth of the king of the net

Natsume Yuu woke up with a start, staring blankly at the ceiling with her eyes wide open, this life was so smooth and so happy, so happy that she almost forgot even the pain before.

No, she won't forget, she will never forget the heart-wrenching pain.

When she was a child in the last world, her mother was a well-known ballet dancer. Since she was able to walk, she has been on tiptoe with her mother, taking off, and outlining the most elegant arc with a tall and straight figure.

But that car accident first took away her mother's legs and made her leave her most cherished dance career. Later, because of a lung injury in the car accident, the rescue failed, and finally left her and her father with her disabled legs .

Natsume Yu slowly got up from the bed and looked at the dark room. He overslept, and it seemed that it should be midnight.

Natsume Yu grabbed his clothes and went to the bathroom, turned on the hot water, trying to warm his cold body from the nightmare.

After my mother died in the previous life, although my father was in great pain, he still pulled himself together to take care of her.

Eating, going to school, doing homework, the things that my mother used to do with her were replaced by my father.

When Natsume Yu told his father that he didn't want to dance anymore and wanted to learn to draw, his father was silent for a long time and agreed. But at night, when Natsume Yu woke up again from a nightmare and went to the kitchen to drink some water to calm down, he saw his father in the room, hugging Photos of mom performing on stage crying bitterly.

Later, they seemed to have a tacit understanding, no mention of mother, no mention of ballet, Natsume Yu studied hard and learned to draw, Dad worked hard and learned to cook, everyone seemed to have forgotten the painful past.

But how could he forget that Natsume Yu let the hot water wash over his skin, and his skin was flushed, but what Natsume Yu felt was still only cold, to the bone marrow.

When Natsume Yu was still alive, his father also died in a car accident. He collided with the car driven by his mother's best friend and died in a big explosion.

My father also left a letter saying that my mother's car accident was not an accident. At that time, there was an opportunity to go to a well-known ballet company in Italy. The competition for this opportunity was my mother and her best friend.

At that time, my mother had already made some achievements in dancing. Everyone thought that this opportunity should belong to my mother, and the best friend also thought so.

So for this opportunity that would never come again if she missed it, that girlfriend asked someone to let her mother have a small accident, and then gave up this opportunity. Unexpectedly, this small accident first ruined her mother's legs, and then took her away. Took the life of mom.

But who would know that my mother had decided to give up this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity long ago for her and her father's sake.

Natsume Yu propped his hands on the smooth wall, closing his eyes in pain.

Dad really loves mom, really loves mom so much, if it wasn't for me, he might have gone with mom, but he would go after he became an adult because he couldn't worry about me.

After turning off the hot water, Natsume Yu took the bath towel and wiped it twice indiscriminately, put on his clothes and went back to the room.

Natsume Yu held a glass of water, sat on the chair in front of the desk, and looked at the eyes in confusion.

Now it is estimated that she will not be able to fall asleep. Even if she falls asleep, she may dream about the things in her previous life again, and then wake up again. After her father left in her previous life, she had to rely on sleeping pills to fall asleep.

Natsume Yu turned on the computer and tried to divert her attention, but it was useless. She still couldn't help but think of the family picnic and barbecue together in her previous life when her parents were still there.

My mother danced on the lawn with her who was still stumbling while walking, and my father happily applauded them beside him, and kept recording this wonderful time with the camera.

Natsume Yu looked at the easel next to the desk with complicated eyes, sighed, and finally picked up the brush.