Traveling all the way, almost half of Kyoto, Chisa Mihara collected one card after another of the original paintings, and the original paintings on the back seat of the car were stacked higher and higher, and finally the car stopped in front of an ordinary house in the suburbs.

The sky, which had been thundering for a while, seemed to be unable to hold it anymore, and the rain poured down.

Chisa Mihara took out a folding umbrella and rushed to the door of the house in the rain, and because of the sound of the rain, she knocked on the door with a little more force.

The door was quickly opened, and a man with glasses, who looked like Sven was only in his thirties, but his real age was over half a hundred, opened the door, he put his index finger to his mouth, made a small gesture towards Mihara Chisa, welcomed the other party in, and closed the door.

Porch.

"I'm sorry, my wife and children are asleep, be a little quiet." The man explained softly, and raised his hand towards Chisa Mihara, motioning for her to come in.

Chisa Mihara shook her head as she looked at her rain-soaked ankles and skirt.

The man smiled, and was not reluctant, and walked up the hallway alone, gently opened one of the doors and walked in, and then quickly came out again, with a stack of original paintings still falling with eraser crumbs in his hand.

He handed it to Mihara Chisa and said with a smile: "Mihara-san, you really gave me a big problem, first asked me to draw a difficult fight card, and then said no need to halfway through the drawing, and then asked me to draw this kind of seemingly simple but actually very troublesome daily card, I was almost tired." ”

It turns out that he is the free original artist who talked to Chisa Mihara.

Mihara Chisa checked the other party's original painting a little, found nothing wrong, was silent for a moment, and bowed deeply while holding the original painting.

"I'm kidding." The man raised his hand, "Take the money to do things, but remember to make an appointment next time...... It seems too arrogant to say that the reservation is made.,But you still have to tell me in advance.,After all, I'm still holding the semi-restrained material of other animation companies.,When they found out that I secretly drew so many cards for you.,And try my best.,I'm miserable.。 ”

"I'll definitely pay attention next time, I'm sorry for the trouble."

Chisa Mihara bowed again.

Willing.

This man, who is also ranked one in the industry, takes care of her very much, and has been like this since she first came into contact, and so many things have happened since then, but he is still the same, and he has really helped Mihara Chisa a lot at work.

"If you thank others, it's not enough to just bow, then the craftsman spirit has become the spirit of bowing to the craftsman, thank you to keep it in your heart." The man jumped on his face and said seriously, not like it was for himself, but as if he was teaching his juniors.

Chisa Mihara straightened up, nodded, and didn't say anything.

"Anyway, how about the fight card in the last episode of the anime you're in charge of now? No problem, right? A smile resurfaced on the man's face.

Mihara Chisa hesitated for a moment and said, "No problem, it's almost over, I took a look at it earlier, and I guess I can finish it when I go back." ”

"That's good, what kind of person is the other party? Are you older? I've never heard of someone with this kind of drawing ability, and it's really rare. ”

"Not very old." Mihara Chisa shook her head, and the ghost added again: "It's better to say that it's very young, very young, and beautiful." ”

"Did you apologize then?" The man didn't care much about the beauty in Mihara Chisa's mouth, and the conversation changed.

Chisa Mihara: "......"

The man sighed, "I still have to apologize, after all, it's still very hurtful not to be trusted, I'm obviously working hard, but the staff still has to find someone to prepare to 'replace' me, I don't feel good just thinking about it." Women, whether it's production, animators, it's not easy, there are disadvantages in gender, you also came from that stage, you should know the pain, so for women, especially young women, you should still be tolerant, I ask you to do this, even if it's for your former self. ”

“…… Got it. Mihara Chisa's eyes lowered and she nodded.

"I'm sorry, it's easy to talk a lot when you're old, are you in a hurry to get back to the company? I'll send you? The man looked in the direction of the door, listened to the loud sound of falling rain, thought for a while, and turned to go into the house to get an umbrella.

"It doesn't have to be that much trouble." Chisa Mihara shook her head, picked up the folding umbrella next to the door, and opened the door to go out.

The strong wind carried the raindrops into the house, bringing coolness and completely wetting the hem of Mihara Chisa's skirt, which was already a little wet.

The man was a little worried and asked if it really mattered? After receiving an affirmative answer, he was not reluctant, stood in the hallway, and raised his hand at her.

Chisa Mihara opened her umbrella, braved the wind and rain, and walked out the door.

Outside, it was windy and rainy, and it was pitch black, which was diametrically opposed to the peaceful scene inside the house, Mihara Chisa held an umbrella in one hand, held the original painting in her arm, and gently closed the door with the other hand, then took out her mobile phone, turned on the flashlight, and with the help of the light of the mobile phone flashlight, stepped on the ground that had become a little muddy, and slowly walked forward.

Fortunately, the car is parked not far away, otherwise Mihara Chisa will definitely stand in the house for a while for the safety of the original painting, and wait a little for the rain to be less heavy before going out and leaving.

As for the option of asking for help, she didn't seem to have considered it.

Why don't you think about asking for help? Chisa Mihara, who tried her best to protect the original painting on her chest to avoid being hit by raindrops, thought of the past and squeezed her mobile phone and umbrella violently, hating both her former colleagues and herself.

In a slightly distracted state, even Mihara Chisa didn't notice it herself, her steps were a little messy, and she sped up.

Perhaps in his subconscious, he realized that his current psychological state was not good, and she wanted to return to the closed and clean car to calm herself down.

But fate or God sometimes really likes to play jokes with humans.

Wow.

Because of the man's words, because of what Gu Xue said in the toilet, because of what she did, Mihara Chisa, who desperately flashed face after face in her mind, stepped on a pothole that had accumulated water.

If she had walked a little slower, nothing would have happened, but she was in too much of a hurry.

I was tripped up directly.

By the time Mihara Chisa came back to her senses, she was already in a state of leaning back and about to fall.

The original painting that he was trying to protect on his chest was out of his hand, and was blown by a strong wind in the air and scattered in all directions.

It just so happened that a thunderbolt fell, illuminating the surrounding environment.

Chisa Mihara, who leaned back, saw the original paintings flying in the air, one of which was facing her, it was a close-up of the main character, and the smile was arrogant, as if he was laughing at her.

Bang.

Chisa Mihara, whose face was pale, fell to the muddy ground, making a large splash.