"Then again, when will the exhibition open?"

"Half a month later."

"Then why is it coming now......

"Because I want the cherry blossoms to turn white."

The phone rang at this time, as if it had picked the right time.

"Hey, Lijiu."

"Huh? Miss Wenyu is talking so seriously today, is there any big deal? ”

"Did Miss Mu Ya go to you?"

"yes, what's wrong?"

"I have something to tell you about the exhibition."

"What's wrong?"

"First of all, there are thirty-five paintings in this exhibition, and there is only one painting of Sakurabai, which was the last painting of Sakurabai before she came here."

"So ......"

"In the exhibition in half a month, you and Sakura Bai will definitely go, I hope that after you see that painting, it will not be destroyed."

"Huh? What do you mean. ”

"Let Miss Mu Ya tell you specifically, she understands better."

Before she could react, Miss Wenyu's phone hung up again.

"Miss Mu Ya, I want to ask ......"

"I know, let's take a step and speak."

I don't know why, but I still want to complain about why I have to be in a café every time I borrow a step to talk, although it's still great to have a small private room, and it won't make any difference, but is this a necessary way?

"You're trying to ask why Sakurahaku's painting was destroyed after reading it?"

"Yes."

"Sakurahaku's paintings can't be said to be perfect, but there is always a strange sense of beauty that can completely change the perception of your body."

"I still don't understand."

When Miss Mu Ya talked about this question, the smile on her face did not change at all, but her eyes continued to reveal a sense of resentment.

"What Sakurabai used to be like."

"Sakurahaku used to ...... is a person immersed in the canvas. ”

"Maybe now, too."

"After Sakura Bai met you, she changed, and she had the feelings of a girl, so she could be said to be an ordinary girl, but in the past, Sakura Bai's focus was very scary."

"Is that so......"

"In the past, Sakura Bai had no feelings, no emotional tone, and the paintings were not deserted, but I felt very lonely."

"You should really want her to go back to painting."

"Why do you say that, if she doesn't come back, I can be a painter, not an assistant." Mu Ya's eyes suddenly narrowed, revealing a resentful expression.

"Why, you probably know better than I do." With a wry smile and Mu Ya in front of me, I can probably feel a little bit of Mu Ya's mood.

"Isn't light fiction only read by illustrations and marginal balls?"

This kind of comment is not uncommon, and no matter what it is, there will be people who say it.

"Half a month later, you and Sakura Bai will go to the art exhibition, and at that time, you will probably be able to understand why it will be destroyed."

"I haven't seen Sakurahaku's paintings, so I'm probably very lucky."

"That's about it, but there's one more thing, something you're about to face."

"What's the matter?"

"Sakuraba's father will be there too."

"Oh...... Well? What the! ”

"Sakuraba's father will be there too."

"Sakurabai ......"

"That's right, think about what to say, after all, it's cohabitation."

"Isn't Sakura really going to make a mistake?"

"Then it's going to take a look at how well you usually train."

Thinking about the word destruction for unknown reasons in the chaos, no matter what, I still can't fully understand what it feels like to be destroyed, and what kind of painting can destroy other people's senses.