Fortunately, there is no need to get up early in the morning to prepare for the exhibition like a meeting, and you don't go out until 2 o'clock in the afternoon. Sakura Bai and I were completely following Miss Muya.

The destination was a big hotel, because it was in the center of the city, so it didn't take long to get there, and the elevator slowly climbed up to the 26th floor, because I didn't know what it was like inside, so I didn't feel anything.

Walking into the door of the exhibition, it feels like a hollow-shaped structure, with oil paintings hanging on the wall, and the distance between each two paintings is about the same, and there are also introductions next to them. Sakura Bai had just gone in and walked not far away.

The canvas is a winter scene, white snow sprinkled all over the world, two houses in stark contrast, gorgeous and poor, only a distance from a high fence.

There is obviously a sad atmosphere in the poor house, the details of the picture are in place, every stroke is very delicate, and we who don't understand art have already appreciated very good things.

"Here's the point." Miss Mu Ya called us in a low voice.

Judging from her tone, except for the painting, the rest of the paintings were worthless.

Miss Mu Ya led us to the innermost part of the exhibition hall, where there was only one painting. There were already five or six paintings on this wall, but only one painting was hung. There was no further hanging around the circle.

Due to the structure of the hollow shape, it feels like a separate room with only one painting hanging. This painting is also much larger than the others, about half the size.

When I got closer, I looked at the painting in front of me, it was just a simple forest. I drew a real forest, and I just felt that it was beautiful. The only thing I don't understand is why the color is mainly black, white and gray.

After looking at it for a while, I realized the most wonderful thing about this painting.

After just looking at it for a short time, the layout of the surrounding rooms has changed, and the forest is no longer confined to the front of the eye, but the entire room around it, as if surrounded by a forest. There was a small discussion in front of the painting outside, but in front of this picture, it was very quiet, and there was no sound, as if the sound did not belong to this space.

"How?"

Miss Muya's calm voice appeared in my ears.

"Immersed in it......"

"Look at the people around you."

Everyone who looked at this painting was silent, their eyes did not move, and some even opened their mouths slightly.

"When you look at Sakurabaku's paintings, you must have some thoughts."

"Should I say that he is a genius?"

Miss Muya's eyes reflected my wry smile. It was at this time that I realized that I was very lucky not to have seen Sakurahaku's original painting.

"In front of this picture, no matter what kind of person it is, it will be quiet, so it is called the Silent Forest, although I don't know why Sakura White is mainly black and white."

The sign next to it reads, "Forest of Silence."

Author: Sakura White"

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"That's how it came about."

"This is the last picture Sakura Haku drew before leaving."

"Where's Sakuraba?"

"Still in front of that painting."

A strange tone, an indescribable tone.

"This is what Sakurahaku paints, and this is the possibility and wonder that Sakuraba's fingertips possess. So she will definitely be able to restore many ancient paintings. ”

"It may be so."

"So, do you think Sakurahiro should really draw manga now?" This time, the voice was not me, nor was it Miss Mu Ya.

When I looked back, I saw Sakuraba's father, looking at me with a professional smile.