She didn't feel that she was hitting anyone else, and she didn't feel that there was anything wrong with having such outstanding talent. She just followed the wishes of her elders and her own ideas, blindly drawing.

To paint the splendid rivers and mountains in her heart, to paint the thousands of ravines in her chest, to paint all the beauty in this world, to paint all the scenes in this world.

There were still people behind her who were expecting, her fingers could still move, her eyes could still see the sparse shadows, and she could see the dusk moonlight...... Therefore, her pen cannot be stopped, and her path continues.

What does the so-called "leaving a name in history" feel like in the eyes of others?

After a long time, we have all passed away from this world, sleeping underground with snow. After hundreds of years, what kind of thing would it be for Mashiro's own works to still be appreciated and moved and resonated with them?

I can't imagine it, I can't speak, I can't even keep up with my feelings.

However, even though I don't understand it at all, I always feel that this is more powerful than anything else.

That's why Rita is so insistent on bringing Mahaku back to England and bringing it back to the world of painting.

After all, it was a distant realm that she had never even had, a mirage where she couldn't see the afterimage from afar, and the ideal place of her dreams that she had wanted to spend her whole life pursuing.

After giving the girl who seemed to be in chaos, and after a certain amount of reaction time, Jiang Yu continued to say in a deep voice: "However, there is no way to do it. With the same efforts, what we have to compete for is the field of talent. Presumably, Rita, that's what you said to yourself, right? ”

The blonde girl raised her head a little dazedly when she heard this, looked at Jiang Yu in a daze, and stopped talking.

Suddenly, she seemed to return to that time, in front of the old man, who was both her grandfather and her painting teacher, and said that she was going to give up learning to paint.

At that time, she just lowered her head and bit her lip, although there was a loud sound like a drum in her atrium, and only the roar of blood in her body could be heard on her eardrums, but she still stubbornly refused to look at the old man's face.

What was she afraid of? What was she worried about?

Rita, at the time, did not get an answer. And now she actually doesn't understand.

What am I afraid of?

In countless sleepless nights, Rita remembered that scene more than once, remembering herself with her head down, thinking and speculating about her mood at that time.

After that, unexpectedly, she was neither reprimanded nor received a cold nod in response. The old man was silent for a long time, and finally only sighed slightly, put his broad and rough palm on the girl's head, and said softly, "Since little Rita has decided so, then let's do it." ”

At the end of the story, Rita's grandfather convinces her parents that she is able to get out of the day-to-day drawing practice. But Rita didn't cut off contact with Mashiro because of this, she is still the same as before, taking care of each other's daily life, taking care of each other's side, except for painting.

Even if she has another unknown feeling for that girl in her heart.

That feeling, as deep as the ocean and muddy as silt, once made Rita fall into deep self-loathing.

But at the same time, she really loved the girl. I like the way she paints seriously, I like the way she complains about being coquettish, I like the way she needs to be taken care of, and I like the way she is careful after being scolded by her......

So, in the end, even Rita herself couldn't figure out her heart.

And outside the girl's inner world, Jiang Yu began to take advantage of the victory to pursue, and did not let go of the words that he didn't know how many brain cells he had to come up with, so as to win this little advantage.

"However, the so-called field of talent is actually unpredictable, right? There are talents that can be seen at a glance, and there are talents that can only be discovered after a deep understanding. Rita, why did you decide so early that you had no talent and chose to give up? ”

"That's ...... Obviously, right? ”

Rita finally accepted Jiang Yu's words this time, but her tone was extremely difficult, and her expression was very indifferent, and she couldn't see the slightest happiness and happiness before.

No, if you judge the other person's mood and judge the other party's state just by relying on the bright smile on the other person's face before...... This is not a widely used method of scientific certainty in the scientific determination of drawing conclusions after observation, but it is just arrogance.

After all, Jiang Yu's observation time is not long, and he does not have the slightest understanding of the object of observation. Under such a premise, how could he judge that Rita, who had just come to visit, was actually very happy?

At this thought, Jiang Yu began to hesitate a little. He was a little less confident in his previous judgments. But the state of Rita and Mahaku at the moment, he can't help but interfere.

"The gap in talent is obvious......"

Rita's expression when she said this sentence made people feel inexplicably heavy. seems to cry and laugh, and at the same time has bottomless bitterness and self-deprecation. And the tone of her voice was also mixed with a deep sigh.

At this time, Mahaku said in hindsight: "Give up? Why? ”

And the girl, whose expression has not been so plain since Rita's arrival, also showed a rather confused look - it seems that she is very puzzled by the sudden change of her friend who has been reunited for a long time.

Hearing this, Jiang Yu secretly said that something was wrong, and his brain began to run rapidly, looking for a solution to the problem. All his attention just now was focused on Rita, who seemed to be brewing words, and he ignored Mashiro's expression, and didn't have time to stop him from asking questions that seemed to be asked as a matter of course.

For Rita at this moment, it was so innocent to say such things...... didn't hesitate to step on her minefield - and it's the kind of minefield that can't let this girl named "Shiina Mashiro" step on.

As Jiang Yu expected, Rita clenched her teeth and made an annoying sound. She turned her head slowly, and the bitterness on her face just now turned into indifference again.

And with the harsh sound of teeth grinding, the atmosphere at the scene, which had just eased a little, became tense again.

Partial, at such a time, the girl who didn't understand or was not read by the church said again: "Rita is obviously very good at drawing." ”

Jiang Yu looked at Zhenbai speechlessly, and even Xiao Bury behind him had an expression that he couldn't bear to look at directly, silently put on the hood of the hamster cloak, and moved his gaze downward, no longer looking over there.

Then, there was another outburst of Rita. In a sense, this also achieved Jiang Yu's original purpose - to figure out what happened between the two of them, and then let them get along again.

However, in a form that he least wanted to see.

"Please stop kidding, Mashiro is not qualified to say such things. Only you are the only one who is not qualified to say such things. ”

Rita's eyes are a deep dark whirlpool, a cold, dizzy, and disgusting feeling that has accumulated over the years.

- There is a saying that people with outstanding talents, in the process of growing up, will always inadvertently hurt the people around them.

"Why ......"

Mahaku reached out to Rita as if begging, trying to find the answer to her question.

"Who do you think did the murder?"

Rita faced the wavering of Mashiro's heart, and only glanced at it and didn't take it seriously. Then, the corners of her mouth turned up slightly, but instead of the beautiful and elegant feeling before, it was like a beautiful flower, which was pinched and left in the same place.

"Who do you think made me give up drawing?"

- because they are growing so fast. It's so fast that the companions around me can't get the slightest closer even if they try their best; Crying and screaming, it can't close even the slightest gap.

"All...... Aren't they all really harmful? ”

Rita's hollow eyes pierced through the whiteness, so that she could only stand in place, her lips slightly open, and she wanted to speak.

"I'm not the only one who was hurt by Mahaku to give up painting, right?"

After laughing, Rita's expression returned to calm, but her eyes flickered, but it was clearly full of malicious light.

“…… Why? ”

And Mahaku, however, is like forgetting other words, just repeating this sentence all the time.

"You really don't know...... But this is what we look forward to, we can't catch up if we want to, and I'm more hateful than anyone else. ”

Rita sighed slightly, as if convinced.

For this kind of dark and deep feelings that are constantly revealed, Jiang Yu can only continue to torture his brain circuits, wanting to find a solution as soon as possible.

Just a little bit...... Just a little bit!

"Do you remember the children who studied painting with me and Mahaku's studio in Grandpa's studio?"

"Yes."

"Did you notice that the kids were disappearing from the studio one by one every month?"

“……”

"When someone disappeared, do you remember?"

“…… I ......"

"Mayaku probably doesn't even remember his name or face, right?"

“……”

- And those true geniuses never care about the scenery passing by them. They will always keep their eyes firmly on the distance and continue to move on without stopping.

"I only have my own paintings in my eyes, and I really don't know anything."

"Why?"

How many times has this sentence been repeated?

"Didn't I say it was really in vain? Because I knew Mashiro, I began to hate my favorite paintings, more than anything else, and I didn't even want to see the canvas, easel, and brush. ”

Rita's eyes, which gave Jiang Yu the feeling of a deep blue sea before, reflected the figure of the dazed girl standing in front of her.

Zhenbai, who was deeply uneasy in his eyes, turned his eyes for help to Jiang Yu.

It's best not to listen to it anymore, not only to prevent him and Xiao Burying, two outsiders, from being involved too much, but also for the sake of Zhenbai.

Jiang Yu knew this matter very well in his heart.

Don't let Rita touch that scar anymore, don't let Mashiro know too much about what she doesn't know and better not know, and don't let a pair of girls who should love each other reveal the truth that is too cruel.

He knew the matter well - so even if he hadn't found a definite way or organized his language, he interrupted, "Rita, you only got here today, you should be tired, right?" And judging by the way you came, you shouldn't have found a good hotel to stay in. I'm going to prepare dinner, and then I'll help you clean up your bed, and I'll stop by tonight, right?" ”

Clumsy and ineffective rhetoric does not even meet even the most basic requirement of "procrastination".

Rita glanced at the time on her phone, chuckled, and corrected, "It's only six o'clock, and I'm not tired at all." But if I can taste Yujun's cooking, I'm still very happy. ”

After finishing speaking, Rita continued to focus on Mashiro, and recounted the unfinished topic with a blank face.

"The children in Grandpa's studio are not the same as the innocent children in the painting classroom. They are children who have come from all over the UK and the world in order to learn professional painting and become famous painters. ”

"Even though they're still kids, everyone has great expressive abilities, and it's not an exaggeration to say that they are 'artists'. However, in a studio where only geniuses gather, even geniuses become ordinary people. ”

"Because it's the first time I've ever met someone who is better at painting than myself—the studio is such a place—and I know that there will be a competitor, so every year there are several people who give up immediately because they can't stand it. Because I always thought I was special, but it turned out to be different, and the reality presented in front of the eyes of children is very cruel. ”

"However, as long as it is in the world of talent, these are things that can be taken for granted. Yes, it was a matter of course, but our situation was a little different at that time, because Mashiro existed......"

Mashiro listened silently, but the expression on his face was still a little puzzled.

I think it's very difficult for Shiina Mashiro to understand the emotions of such laggards and losers, right? After all, even if she is still a newcomer to the field of comics, this girl is gradually gaining a foothold and is staggering forward.

"That's right. No matter how hard we try, we can't become the same as Mabai, we can't compare to each other at all, and Mahaku's eyes don't look at us at all......"

She used an invisible knife to chop up the children who had gathered in the studio just to paint because they thought they were alive. The dream of his peers to be a painter was ravaged as painlessly as now. When you look at Mahaku's paintings, you will feel that "our world is different" and feel what true talent is. ”

"Even so...... Even so, I still believe in myself and struggle in pain. When he looked up thinking he was moving forward, he saw that Maharo had already reached the place ahead...... It's as if she's the only one with wings......"

Rita's words reveal a deep sea—there is no dragon palace and no mermaids singing.

Like every deep sea in the world, it was dark, cold, and silent. I want to talk about "Programmer in the Second Yuan" with more like-minded people, pay attention to "excellent reading literature" on WeChat, talk about life, and find confidants~