Later, Yuichi Fujisawa and I traveled to many places.

At the newly opened modern art museum, I met a familiar figure.

Mr. Tsutsumi, who was wearing an extremely brightly colored coat, was frowning in front of a large blank canvas with only a single ink stain in it. In his class, he also had such arrogant eyes, I quietly looked at him, and felt that the next moment, he was about to spit out a word of "garbage".

"What are you looking at?" Yuichi Fujisawa, who was beside me, asked me softly.

"Over there, it's my design teacher."

"The gentleman?" He smiled knowingly, "Would you like to go over and say hello?" Shall I go with you? ”

I shook my head, "No." ”

Yuichi Fujisawa did not insist. This museum is the property of one of the partners of the Chinen Foundation in the field of materials, and I accompanied him to the opening ceremony of the museum today.

"If you feel bored, can you go to the rest area to draw a manuscript to relieve your boredom?" "I try to finish it as early as possible," he said. ”

I nodded: "You're busy, I'll just hang out." ”

Not long after I parted ways with Yuichi Fujisawa, I met Mr. Maki Tsutsumi in front of a painting with a red background and a heart in the center with a white color.

Originally, I wanted to pretend I didn't know, but he looked at me condescendingly, apparently recognizing me.

I sighed inwardly with a smile on my face: "Mr. Tsutsumi." ”

"Good shoes." He didn't have the brains to say that to me, and then looked back at the painting. When I looked at him, that familiar expression appeared on the side of his face.

"Garbage." Sure enough, he chirped.

I almost couldn't hold back my laughter. But he looked at me again.

"You're not fit in black." He said, "You are a messy line of black and white, and a black dress will only make you more monotonous and ordinary." ”

With that, his gaze fell on my shoe, and there was no follow-up.

I wore a black dress made by myself, which was very simple, only imitating a cheongsam on the right side, with a slit of appropriate length. The shoes on my feet were given to me by Yuichi Fujisawa, the same simple handmade shoes without any logo.

Yuichi Fujisawa took off the original shoes on my feet and put them on for me.

"Don't reject me, Susu." He gently lifted my feet, "This is what I made with my own hands." ”

I was stunned for a moment, the shoes fit my feet.

Yuichi Fujisawa's fingers casually ran over my ankles, and he lowered his head for a moment to examine it, his voice sounding very satisfied.

"Exactly." He said.

It fits on my feet like it was made for me. I looked at the shoes, and the instep of my foot was so noble that it was made of the priceless material, as if the feet were meant to be.

"I don't even know," I said softly, ...... "you know how to make shoes?" ”

"I also studied tailoring." His tone was flat.

I couldn't hide my surprise: "Do you need to study all the fields involved in the Zhinian Foundation?" ”

"Susu, this is one of the compulsory courses to become a qualified heir." He looked at me, a faint smile on the corner of his mouth, and those deep eyes revealed a bit of nonchalance.

He doesn't care, I think.

"However, the Zhinian Foundation has so many business ......"

"It's not as complicated as you think, every business in the consortium is handled by professionals, and I don't want to be as proficient as they are." He looked at me and said in Chinese, "Susu, if you want to do a good job, you must first sharpen your tools." ”

"Ah......" I stood up, "you still read the Analects." ”

"A little bit."

"I am also fluent in Chinese."

"A little bit."

I plunged headlong into his chest: "Don't talk, let me ...... quietly"

……

TimelineBack to the museum, what did the difficult Mr. Tsutsumi Maki just say to me?

"That man ......" his gaze fell on Yuichi Fujisawa, "I could only see a blank space on my body, and in his heart, I couldn't hold anything." ”

I listened intently, not far away Fujisawa Yuichi was talking to his partner, and there were a few faint voices, and it sounded like he was speaking Kyoto dialect rarely.

I withdrew my gaze and bumped into the Tsumiki tree, a smile slowly appearing on the corner of my mouth.

"Do you know what color you are, sir?"

He stared at me.

"Color." I said, "Nothing but color." I know a person who can't hold anything but himself in his heart. ”

He narrowed his eyes, looking at some kind of danger. He said: "Say such arrogant words, aren't you afraid that I will deduct your credits?" Honor student? ”

"You provoked me first, Mr.." I didn't flinch, "If you're going to do that, there's nothing you can do." It's just that, from now on, my husband no longer deserves to be regarded as a teacher in my heart, but, "I pointed to the painting next to me," and this garbage is no different. ”

"Have a nice visit, go first." With an impeccable smile, I exited gracefully.

I turned away cleanly, and then a staff member of the museum came up and said that Mr. Fujisawa had asked me to lead me to the lounge.

It was a minimalist VIP lounge, and I sat on the soft sofa and waited for the person in charge to serve me coffee and desserts.

Before I came to Kyoto, I was planning my study abroad life, and I imagined working part-time at such an art museum to welcome those rich and powerful, but I never imagined that one day I would be the one who accepted the services of others.

I sipped my coffee and thought back to the episode that had just happened with Shinichi Tsutsumi.

I don't regret saying those things to Tsutsumi Maki, but I also understand why I, who was once cautious and walking on thin ice, was able to say such things today.

It's Yuichi Fujisawa.

Shamefully, I've started to use Yuichi Fujisawa's power to prop up some scenes for myself that I can't get on stage. But so what?

Yuichi Fujisawa. This is the only person, and I don't allow anyone to say anything bad about him.