"Why did it all start?"

"How I met you, why I met you."

"What's the reason for that?"

"It's Miss Wenyu, by the way, Sakuraba, why do you want to draw illustrations and comics?"

"Because of an opportunity."

"Opportunity?"

"The opportunity three years ago."

The white-haired girl sat quietly in front of the canvas, but the brushes and palette in her hands did not move.

"Sakuraba, what are you going to draw today?"

The girl sitting not far away poked her head out from the canvas and looked at Sakura Shiro, who was almost completely obscured.

"I don't know."

"Hey, I don't know what to draw in this situation, but it's the first time."

"Hmm."

"Well, do you want to look at something else first?"

"Something else?"

"Like an interesting story or an interesting thing."

"Nope."

"How is that possible?"

The girl opened the novel website on her mobile phone, although all of them were written by some new writers, but some messy stories and stories with a huge gap in writing sometimes bring different harvests.

"What is this?"

"Novel, do you want to try reading it?"

Sakura Bai nodded, looked at the phone screen, and swiped awkwardly over the screen.

"This ......"

Sakura Bai clicked open, the title is very short, there is only one word "crazy", a book title that can arouse the reader's curiosity.

"Tragedy is just breaking the good and putting it in front of people."

The introduction of the book is also unusually simple, and Sakuraba, driven by curiosity, still clicked on it to read.

"It's amazing."

This is Sakurabai's thoughts after reading the update to the latest chapter, and the girl next to her frowned slightly, and returned to the smile she had always maintained.

"Inspired now?"

"Hmm."

This is perhaps the only painting with a distinctly gloomy mood in Sakura Hakura's oil paintings for so many years.

Although the painting can be understood in any way, the emotion of this one is too obvious.

The whole picture is basically gray, but there are some corners of the house, there are walls, there are roofs, and there are people on the verge of collapse.

The girl was very shocked when she saw what Sakura Bai had drawn, although she looked at it with Sakura Bai and knew a little bit, but she didn't expect that Sakura Bai's painting reflected the picture she imagined, and it was even more impactful.

"What is this......

"That's madness, probably."

This is madness, indeed madness, the limit of despair, that is madness, what is reflected in the picture is not only despair, but also collapse, falling apart, not the world, but everyone.

The painful expression on the face, the movement of the body, you can feel this feeling. Whether it is a young man who is shrunk at the base of the wall and only his eyes are exposed, whether it is a person walking in the statue of a bamboo pole, or a dead tree and broken tiles.

"Why is it painted like this?"

"Because I feel like I can draw it."

"What does it mean to be able to draw ...... feeling?"

"In the story I just watched, that's probably how it feels."

"Shall I teach you how to draw?"

"Illustrations?"

"Draw a certain picture in the story and put it in the book, it's probably like this, and there are comics, I can teach you, how about it?"

"Learn ......"

Since that day, Sakurahaku's manga and illustrations have been practiced every day, just like oil paintings.

It wasn't until the time of the illustration collection that Miss Wenyu found out, although I don't know how Miss Wenyu persuaded her father, a genius in oil painting, to let her switch to illustrations and comics, but when she came to find Sakuraba, what she said was very simple.

"Do you want to make illustration a career?"

It's really just a breezy sentence, but it does work.

Sakura was silent on the other end of the phone for a long time.

"Yes."

After Miss Wenyu persuaded Sakurahaku's father, Sakura began to draw illustrators in earnest as a rookie professional illustrator.