In 2003, on the street of Shibuya Station, Tokyo, Japan.

Two or three little girls in blue and white high school uniforms were gathering together, chattering excitedly.

"Look, that little guy who paints over there is very good-looking, Yako, why don't you go up and ask for a phone call?"

There was a little friend next to him who was smiling and encouraging Aisheng Miko.

"Huh?" Aisheng Yako looked away from the little yellow book in her hand, and was still muttering: "I still have a boyfriend, you let me ask for someone else's phone?" Does this sound like a word? ”

"Maybe Miko likes it at a glance? It's really good-looking, and it feels like a star in a movie. ”

"How can you like one when you see one? What do you take my love for? ”

Aisheng Yako was not convinced by the other party's words, but her eyes subconsciously glanced in the direction pointed by her little friend.

She couldn't take her eyes off it when she looked at it, and it took a while before she sighed from the bottom of her heart-

It's really handsome.

The boy pointed to by the friend is estimated to be a street painter, and the other party is staring intently at the blank drawing board in front of him, with his wrist swishing, and his pen movement is very decisive and smooth, which makes people feel pleasing to the eye.

Of course, Aisai Yako didn't know how to draw, and she wasn't interested in drawing.

But it may be that there is a bonus of 'serious boys are particularly handsome', and her gaze is like being attracted by a magnet and can't be moved.

The other party's complexion is healthy white, short hair, the tips of the hair are slightly curled inward, the delicate face is deep facial features, and the eyes are gentle and clean...

But apart from these, what attracted Aisang's attention the most was the sense of confidence that she felt from the other person.

This sense of confidence is particularly striking in the crowd.

Shibuya Station is bustling with people.

Even a female photographer mixed in this pile couldn't help but secretly press the shutter on this delicate and confident boy, and her eyes were not much different from that of a boy looking at a beautiful woman.

"How's it going?"

"Go! Go! Miko! Fertilizer and water don't flow into outsiders' fields, even if you have a boyfriend, we are still single. ”

The little friend next to him giggled and instigated Aisai Yako's emotions.

Aisai Yako is the most beautiful girl of them all, she looks sunny and cute, and as long as she smiles, she will definitely win the other party.

Doesn't the fertilizer water flow into the fields of outsiders?

Aibu Yako muttered in her heart.

This reason barely made her conscience pass—

This is not a derailment, at most it is to create opportunities for girlfriends!

Aisheng Yako made an excuse for herself, and then she paced with small steps with a shoulder bag in her hand, like a proud little peacock.

She can be regarded as a veteran of the love scene! It's not a problem to feel like you're making the other person swoon.

Almost a metre or two closer to the 'target'.

The handsome boy who was painting suddenly showed a smiling face from behind the drawing board, and at the same time smiled at her and nodded, "Hello." ”

He smiled so beautifully that it made people feel like a spring breeze.

This unexpected greeting caught Aisheng Miko off guard, and her little heart was teased by this clean smile and beat violently a few times.

She blushed and whispered hello, and her peacock-like pride was inexplicably unloaded:

"Hello, that... What are you doing? ”

This question is obviously superfluous, and the other party can see at a glance that he is drawing.

Aibu Yako also realized that she had said the wrong thing, she waved her hand in a panic, and couldn't help but say, "I'm sorry, that... I..."

"It's okay." The boy smiled politely and said, "When it comes to the topic of painting, it's a bit of a long story. ”

He paused, "Would you like to listen?" ”

Perhaps it was the convincing appeal in the other party's voice, and Aisheng Yako couldn't help but nod her head subconsciously.

"There was a girl who chased me for five years, but I refused both times."

"Huh?"

Aisheng Yako originally thought it was an old-fashioned love story, but she didn't expect such a sentence to suddenly pop out of the other party's mouth.

The boy seemed to be stuck in a memory. "A few days ago, she said that she missed me very much, but she didn't expect to fly all the way from Osaka to Tokyo to see me yesterday."

It's so romantic...

Ai Sheng Yako is a relatively pure high school girl, and she especially likes this kind of clean and romantic love, so she can't help asking:

"And then?"

"This time I didn't refuse her, she cried, crying like a child. This may be..."

"Wow... That's why you came out to paint? Aibu Yako exclaimed and asked rhetorically.

In order to support the girls, they came out to sell paintings, and the two of them depended on each other in Tokyo, which was too romantic.

"It's not." The boy smiled and waved his hand: "I just want to say, maybe this is what the boys call bragging." ”

Then he added: "It's true that he sells paintings." ”

"......" Aisheng Yako realized that she was being ridiculed by the other party.

She had a strange expression on her face, but she also felt a little close to the boy she had just met.

At the boy's feet was a wooden plank with writing upright on it.

5,000 yuan for one piece.

At his feet are paintings of all kinds, from oil to pen sketches, traditional Japanese ukiyo-e hand paintings, and even Chinese ink paintings – though mostly pencil sketches.

These paintings of various shapes are placed on the ground, and the only thing that gives Aibu Yako is that it is 'beautiful'.

She doesn't know any drawing skills, she doesn't know what blank space is, she doesn't know what shadows are real and real, she doesn't understand anything, but she feels very beautiful intuitively.

I don't think the art teachers at the school are as good as the things drawn by this boy.

Most of the paintings are stamped, with his name in the lower right corner.

"Tsukasa Higashino."

Aisheng Yako read the name, but she felt that it was very pleasant to pronounce.

She looked at the neatly arranged paintings on the floor and decided that it would be okay to buy them back and hang them.

But 5,000 yen...

That's not a small amount for her as a high school student.

She thought about it, and finally clasped her small purse and said, "Can you please Mr. Higashino to draw a picture for me?" ”

"Yes." Higashino Tsukasa smiled and said, "But I think Miss is estimated to be only a high school student, right?" 5,000 yen is an adult price, which is too expensive for you, and the young lady is so beautiful, so I will charge you 2,500 yuan. ”

Looks so pretty.

It's just a common compliment, and every day Aibu Yako can hear it from the boys of the same grade.

But for the particularly good-looking Tsukasa Higashino, the effect is different.

Obviously, she was tired of hearing the words, but it made Aisheng Yako's little heart beat and beat, and she said 'um' with a flushed face.

It's really a privilege to be good-looking, and 2,500 yen is the price of slaughter, but Aisheng Yako eats this set.

Tsukasa Higashino removed the drawing board from the easel and laid out a new piece of paper: "I don't know what Miss wants me to draw?" ”

"Can you still specify the content?"

Aibu Yako was taken aback a little again.

Generally speaking, this kind of paid street painting is to draw a portrait of your person - if you die, you will draw an extra upper body.

After all, it's faster and more convenient to make money.

I can listen to the meaning of Higashino's words, as if I can still specify the content.

"Well, almost, it's just that I'm a little worried..."Tsukasa Higashino looked a little hesitant.

"Worried?" Aiyu Yako wondered.

"Miss, you are so beautiful, I am afraid that I will not be able to draw that youthful and bright feeling."

Higashino said with a smile again.

This is undoubtedly another joke.

Aisheng Yako's face turned red, and she couldn't speak for a long time.

She has a lot of love experience among her peers, but she is not a rank at all in front of Higashino Division, and she was killed and lost her armor.

"Could you please draw me a full-length portrait?"

Aisheng Yako was teased and lowered her head, looking weak and easy to bully.

This completely left out her own words of 'what do you take my love for'.

"Full body portrait? Need a background? ”

Tsukasa Higashino didn't continue to tease.

After all, work is work, and he is not a cowherd, so it is enough to flirt with a girl.

He lowered his head and asked, and got started directly, his wrist hooked, the pen was fast and steady, and he looked extremely sophisticated, just a few strokes, and the overall outline of Aisheng Yazi was already on the paper.

"It's okay, no background." Aibu Yako hurriedly spoke.

"I see." Tsukasa Higashino nodded with a smile.

He seems to have a natural sense of intimacy, and he is also funny and talkative, and he can hook many women with a smile.

At least during the time he was sketching, there were already a few female college students shopping in Shibuya who came over to talk and chat.

Among them, there are also two or three female college students who are ready to pay out of their pockets for Tsukasa Higashino to help with the drawing.

But Higashino refused with a smile.

These Japanese female college students who came out to play are most likely staring at his face.

Painting is fake, and talking about billions of big business with him at night is real.

The Japanese are very weak about the aspect of 'sex', and the girls who come out to play and take the initiative to talk to are all old fritters, and I don't know how many boys have eaten.

It's still easier to get along with a female high school student like Aisho Yako who doesn't know anything.

But even if he refused, Higashino Tsukasa also mastered it very well, not too close, not too distant, and chatted with a smile throughout the whole process.

From a distance, it looked like he had stepped on several boats and still didn't capsize.

The old captain is gone.

"Alright, Miss Yako. Come and see, if there is anything bad, I can also correct it in time. ”

After Tsukasa Higashino finishes painting, he makes way for Aibu Yako.

"Okay, Higashino-kun."

Aisho Yako has already raised the title to a higher level in the communication just now, and can be called with the suffix of 'Jun'.

She couldn't wait to get to the drawing board to see how Higashino was doing.

But at this glance, she couldn't move her steps.

It's not ugly.

It's so pretty!

Even Aisheng Yako was stunned.

It's obviously a very standard sketch.,The face on it is still my own face.,The round of the circle.,The flat of the flat.,It's not much of a change.,I don't know why... It's just good-looking!

That's right, it's the same face, but it's like adding special effects to the painting under Tsukasa Higashino, and it's so beautiful that several female college students watching next to it applaud.

Unlike what the art teacher drew at school, the paintings under Tsukasa Higashino's hands have an indescribable flavor.

Aisheng Yako on the painting, short hair, sailor suit, navy blue midi skirt, with a little pride in her eyes, vivid, seems to be superior to people's sight.

Corners of the eyes, face shape, posture, movements.

With just a few brushstrokes, Aisai Yako felt that her sly and proud other self seemed to be already smiling at her in the painting.

Most importantly.

Just looking at this painting, Aisai Yako felt an indescribable feeling of happiness and peace in her heart.

She is a fresh graduate, and she not only has to cope with homework every day, but also has to find time to go to cram school, which is very stressful.

But I don't know why, looking at this sketch, the pressure that has been accumulating in my heart has inexplicably dissipated a lot.

Aisai Yako was stunned when she looked at it, and she barely woke her up until her friend came over.

She was surprised and puzzled, and then she heard Tsukasa Higashino's voice with some concern:

"Miss, what's wrong?"