[Painting is all I have, it's me, but my grandfather told me to 'forget it', because no matter what, I can't win against Mashiro. So forget it, it's been said that it's a child who doesn't need it, but I still care about the real white, and I also know that it's not straightforward, of course I know this kind of thing. So I want to be a part of the true white talent, and I know it's ugly! Please don't say this kind of thing one by one! 】

Rita just looked at the snow, her voice full of pale and powerless: "People like you can't understand my feelings. Telling me that I could become a great painter made me have a dream, and it was useless and took the dream from me without authorization! It's all really in vain! Because of the existence of Masak......]

In the face of such a Rita, it is difficult for someone to deal with it calmly, Xingna is sympathetic and unbearable, the deep sea is a little stiff, and Mashiro can't even maintain his usual expressionless face at all.

Only under the snow is different, in the face of Rita's questioning, she didn't look as excited as Rita, and wanted to look at her as sensibly and deeply as usual: [Is it my turn? So, for the sake of prudence, I ask you, did you have a little bit of your own will in what you just said? 】

[Huh? Rita's expression was visibly full of astonishment, and even her eyes became fluttering.

[From your words, I understand that you are expected by your parents and elders, and I also know that you have been working tirelessly to meet these expectations, but you still can't catch up with each other's affairs. But I don't think you have the slightest explanation of what you want to do, what you need to do, and what you should do. 】

Xue Xia paused, and his eyes gradually became sharp: [Or you are lamenting the injustice of fate to yourself, and at the same time obeying yourself to accept this helpless fate. Of course, everyone has their own path to take, and no matter how they choose, there is no reason for others to interfere. 】

Speaking of this, she deliberately glanced at the little bird swimming in the deep sea, and the deep sea certainly noticed her gaze and smiled slightly bitterly.

[But since this is the case, you should be mentally prepared accordingly, complaining like this, feeling sorry for yourself like this, what's the matter? In this world, there are countless examples of being more miserable than you, if you don't even have the courage to bear it]

[Say no more!] 】

Under the snow, he was interrupted before he could finish speaking, and it was Mahaku who was unexpectedly trying to illustrate to protect Rita.

[You, you. Rita lowered her head, her flushed face looked very angry, but she couldn't find the slightest reason to refute it, so she could only shout meaninglessly: "Are you taking me for a fool?!] Is it possible to be happy to analyze others as you do? It's terrible! 】

It's just that Xue Xia didn't care about her accusations at all, and continued to say lightly: [You taught Mahaku to learn to draw comics, but prevented her from becoming a manga artist, this inconsistent behavior only shows that you are too dependent on Mahaku, and rely on her amazing talent. Hate and love at the same time, that's why this dependence, under her shadow, you can't even stand up at all, that's why you want to be a part of her talent. But that's not going to work.]

Rita had forgotten to be angry at this time, and seemed to be touched by something from the words under the snow, and lowered her head and thought about it.

Xue Xia looked away from Rita's face, turned to the sky outside the window, and said faintly, "This is a world where you can only move forward on your own feet in the future."

Because Mahaku was next to the bird swimming in the deep sea, he easily noticed that Mahaku was trembling constantly.

[What's wrong?] The little bird swam in the deep sea and asked in a whisper.

[It turns out that Rita hates me. Mahaku muttered to himself as if he was in a dream.

【】

Everyone was silent, unable to think of even words of comfort.

[I can't understand it. 】

[Can't understand anything?] 】

[I can't understand what Rita said.] 】

This sentence directly caused the bird to swim in the deep sea and had a chill, this is Shiina Mashiro, who is a genius painter.

If it weren't for that, Rita probably wouldn't be so miserable. Even Rita, who has been learning to paint in the same studio since she was a child, can't make Mashiro understand even such a fierce emotional outburst, she is like always hanging in the sky, and she is still an unreachable existence.

But even if it's Mashiro, she's scared now, right?

Fear of being hated by Rita......

Rita is such an important presence for Mashiro. I usually don't care about the true whiteness of other people's eyes.,The only thing I care about......

That's Rita.

In the past ten years since the age of six, he has been painting with Mahaku, and the only friend who has come face to face.

Under the snow, he glanced at the little bird swimming in the deep sea, as if he had a heart, and the deep sea immediately understood what she meant, and now he had to say something. So what is the best thing to say, since the black face has been sung under the snow, of course it is up to him to sing the white face.

Because this cooperation has been done many times, it is understood that a little bird with one eye swims in the deep sea

He coughed lightly at first, attracting the attention of everyone in the department, and then slowly spoke: [Actually, I envy Rita. 】

Rita didn't respond, still lowered her head, the little bird swam in the deep sea but didn't care just looked at Mahaku and continued: [What I know Mahaku, everything is decided by himself, and he doesn't care about the eyes, voices, and opinions around him at all, and walks towards the road ahead without a road by himself. I even sometimes feel that Mashiro is alone, and no one can enter her world. But Rita is different]

Rita finally responded, but she was still reluctant to raise her head: [It's not like that, I'm also one of the insignificant people in the real white background. 】

[Definitely different, completely different. I can pat my chest on this and guarantee it. The deep sea glanced back and forth between Mahaku and Rita: [Or, being able to stay with such Mahaku for ten years is enough to make others admire. Anyway, as the owner of the real white now, I admire it from the bottom of my heart. 】

"Even if I am praised by you, I will not be happy. 】

[Generally speaking, just like the children you said about the same studio as you, you either run away or give up halfway.] 】

【】

[I want to keep my eyes off and not look at things I don't want to see...... Even though I know I have to face it, I still want to protect myself because I don't want to be traumatized. Shen Hai sighed softly, recalling that he had pointed out one thing after another: [Because I don't want to be hurt, I have to give up, but because I really want to get it, I can only choose to compromise. But Rita, you're different, no matter what, you didn't choose to leave Mashiro, did you? In this regard, you are better than many people. 】

[Maybe so]

Rita finally regained some emotion: "Are you here to comfort me? Or come and seek my comfort? 】

[Well, who knows]

[Of course, I don't think Xuexia is wrong, she is right, there is no reason to blame everything on Mashiro, so that even you yourself will not understand yourself, only know to blame and complain, but even forget what you think and do. The topic of the little bird swimming in the deep sea changed: [What should not be done is to do everything possible to make Mashiro give up the comics, because that is the path she decided herself. Even though I have a talent in painting that is unimaginable to ordinary people, although I really don't know how to paint, at least I know that the so-called artist has never been forced to be an artist. 】

The works that are reluctantly painted are indeed unlikely to impress the hearts of others, and they can't even impress themselves, so what can they do to impress others?

After saying a lot of words in one breath, Fukai stopped, and once again stopped his gaze on Mashiro and Rita: [That's all I can say, I think your words will definitely be able to be understood repeatedly, so you might as well talk about it, you are best friends, and I don't think you will really be angry with each other. 】

It can be seen that Mashiro is very hesitant, but he still stares straight at Rita, the little bird swims in the deep sea between the two of them, and Mashiro and Rita face to face.

However, neither of them spoke for the time being, and the little bird had to remain silent in the deep sea, and finally Rita took a deep breath and said lightly: "I hate Mashiro. 】

The sudden speech made the atmosphere in the ministry a little tense.

[When I lived in the same room, I always took off my clothes and underwear and threw them away, and I put the cauliflower I hated on my plate......]

【】

[I got lost when I went out without permission, and I didn't care if the room was messy, I left it all to clean. 】

【…… I'm sorry. 】

The cowering Mahaku apologized.

[Unauthorized use of other people's paints, as well as paintbrushes, are also ......]

[I'm sorry. 】

[The list goes on. 】

【…… I'm sorry. 】

Mashiro lowered his head.

Also, I hate it when you don't even understand telling me about yourself. 】

Hearing this, Mahaku clasped his hands.

But she still didn't speak, and she couldn't pick up her head.

[What has Mashiro been thinking all along? 】

【…… I don't know. 】

[Don't know what?] 】

I don't even know what Rita is thinking. 】

[And now?] 】

[I don't know.] 】

Mashiro shook his head honestly.

[I also knew it would be like this. This is true whiteness. 】

Rita gave a lonely look in her eyes.

"I didn't notice it at all. 】

"I hate you the most. 】

Mahahiro looked up with her lips closed. Kuta seemed to see determination in her eyes.

[Because, I was very happy when I drew next to Rita. 】

Mashiro's unexpected words made Rita's eyes widen.

[I haven't thought about anything else.] 】

【…… True white. 】

[Because it's only when I'm with Rita that I don't feel like I'm alone.] 】

Rita's body tensed, as if she was enduring something......

[Because I've always thought it would be nice to have Rita there......]

[How could it be ......]

[However, it turns out that I am the only one who is happy. 】

[Not like that......]

Rita's voice was hoarse and barely audible.

[I didn't notice, I'm really sorry.] 】

[Not like that......]

Driven by emotion, Rita threw herself into Mashiro's arms, as if entangled. He buried his face in his white chest and cried with a sob. On her cheeks, tears did flow that should have dried up long ago.

[It's not like that!] 】

[Rita? 】

[It's not just Mahaku who thinks so! I'm so happy! I've been able to draw until today because I'm really happy to draw with Mashiro! 】

【…… Are you sure? 】

[Really! I want to draw with Mashiro all the time! However, Mashiro doesn't look happy at all, and it makes me feel like I'm not in your eyes at all...... That's what I always thought. I feel so scared...... If that's the case, I'm scared...... When I started to think that I was not the only one who thought we were friends, I couldn't stop at all......]

Mashiro hugged Rita's body tightly.

【Rita...... Thank you. 】

【True White...... True White ......】

Thank you so much all the time. 】

[I'm sorry, I'm white.] I...... I ......]

[So please Rita, keep drawing......]

[I want to draw...... I want to draw all the time. I've been working with Mashiro so far, and I've pinned all of my work on painting...... Because the time I spend with Mashiro is the most important thing for me...... All of my paintings were made with Mashiro...... So I don't want to give up at all! 】

[Yes, I know. 】

【True White...... I'm sorry ......]

[Rita will continue to draw Rita's paintings.] 】

Then Rita stopped holding back her voice, released all the accumulated emotions, and kept crying.