Framed and hung on the wall, the main character is a little girl, about six years old, with short light blue shiny hair covering her ears, sitting on a golden chair against a background of a castle and a full moon hanging in the night.

The name of the oil painting is a string of English letters, which looks quite tall, but unfortunately, most people can't understand it, and the director of the museum also takes this problem into account, and under the English name, there is a name written in Japanese, a lonely little princess.

Koriyama Orihime stopped in front of the painting and stared at it in a daze, without moving her steps.

Muto Qing on the side glanced at her, then looked at the oil painting, touched his chin and commented: "My predecessor had a round chin when I was a child, and it looked so cute." However, now the slightly pointed chin gives people a more charming and mature feeling, each with its own merits. ”

She came back to her senses, patted her beige bag, and said coquettishly, "Okay, let's go see the next painting." ”

"Orihime?" A magnetic voice came from the back hallway, to the location.

Koriyama Orihime's body stiffened, lowered her hat, and walked forward with a faster pace, panicking like a thief who had been discovered by the police.

Muto Qing was not so flustered, turned his head to look, at the corner of the corridor, a middle-aged man with a height of one meter eighty-two stood there, handsome, but not as handsome as a young man, full of wisdom that has been precipitated by the years, very charming, both men and women can not easily forget this man when they see it.

He raised his hand, opened his mouth to shout to him, but when the words came to his mouth, he swallowed back silently, and his hand stopped in the air.

After a while, he withdrew his hand, smiled at Muto Qing, turned around, and disappeared around the corner.

Muto Qing shook his head, reflexively chased after him, and chased after the figure who was walking quickly.

"Did he chase after him?"

"Nope."

“…… What a wreck! ”

"yes, I think so, too."

The footsteps stopped suddenly, and Koriyama Orihime's eyes squinted, and she said with a displeased face: "Who do you say is a wreck?" ”

Muto Qing replied with an innocent look, "Whoever the predecessor is talking about, I am talking about whom." ”

Koriyama Orihime reached out and pinched his waist fiercely, and snorted, "That's my dad, I can say, you can't!" ”

Muto Qing's flesh is thick enough to withstand missiles, so naturally he won't feel pain, and said with a smile: "Then if you want to see him, go straight over, shout, Odosan, and then throw yourself into his arms and talk about the lonely life of the past ten years, no." ”

Her face darkened suddenly, like a shadow formed when a dark cloud drifted across the sea, and she said in despair, "If only it were that simple...... Forget it, let's go home, there are no good oil paintings anymore. ”

In the silent corridor, the brightly colored oil paintings on both sides seemed to lose their color, and Koriyama Orihime grabbed her bag with her fingers and strode away.

He was about to walk to the revolving glass door, and Muto Qing suddenly whispered, "I'm sorry, senior." ”

She wondered, and before she could react, she received a knife in the back of the neck, and her brain instantly lost consciousness and fell forward.

Muto Qing stretched out his hand to prevent her from falling to the ground, and exclaimed, "Senior, what's wrong with you?" ”

Seeing this, the two security guards outside the door hurriedly ran in, and one of them said nervously, "What's wrong?" ”

He raised his head and said with a nervous face: "It seems that the weather is too hot and I have a heat stroke, is there any place here to rest?" ”

A security guard hurriedly pointed the way, "There's a rest room here, quick, bring it over." ”

Darkness appeared in front of her, she slowly opened her eyelids, a pair of emerald eyes showed a little confusion, the pain from the back of her neck made her come back to her senses, and she sat up suddenly, "Junior...... Monarch. ”

As soon as the word Jun came out, her face was slightly red, and she lowered her head, not knowing what to say.

It's a lounge with rows of sofas around the walls and three vending machines in the center.

In addition to her, there was another man staying here, not Muto Ao, but her father, Yamamoto Kazutada, whose English name was Ireland.

The air fell into embarrassment as she lowered her head, and Yamamoto hesitated for a moment, but then spoke, "I'm sorry, Orihime. ”

Koriyama Orihime's body trembled, her fingers clenched, she raised her head again, and reluctantly squeezed out a smile and said, "It's okay, you don't owe us anything." ”

Yamamoto's eyes glistened with tears, and he asked affectionately, "Really?" ”

"Liar."

“……”

Muto Ao, who was hiding outside the door and eavesdropping, almost burst out laughing, and he could imagine how embarrassed Koriyama's father's expression was.

Yamamoto smiled bitterly, found a place to sit down, and said, "It's hot, usually eat more cold drinks, and be careful of heat stroke." ”

Sunstroke? Koriyama Orihime was angry when she mentioned this stubble, she dared to guarantee that she was knocked out by the junior, it was too much, and she must teach him a good lesson later!

Seeing that his daughter was silent, Yamamoto scratched his slightly curly black hair and asked carefully, "You, how are you doing lately?" ”

Koriyama Orihime came back to her senses, her heart was inexplicably on fire, and she said in a sharp voice: "Okay, of course it's good, recently my mother and a man have been discussing when to get married." ”

Yamamoto's pupils dilated, and his breathing became heavier, and then he smiled bitterly: "yes, that's really good." ”

She got up from the couch and asked condescendingly, "Do you really think so?" ”

Yamamoto's eyes drooped slightly, and under his daughter's scorching gaze, a touch of embarrassment flashed in his heart, and he smiled bitterly: "No, I don't feel happy at all." ”

She didn't give her father a chance to breathe, and asked, "Then why did you leave us in the first place?" As long as you say a word, whether it is my mother or I will go with you. ”

In the face of such a childish question, Yamamoto did not perfunctory, treated her as an adult, and answered seriously.

"And then? In Paris, where I am not familiar with my life, I have to be busy with my painting studies every day, you have to face a group of new classmates who do not understand the language, you have to stay at no one's home, watching TV dramas that you can't understand and can't understand, can you bear such days? Can you adapt? ”

Two consecutive questions made Koriyama Orihime speechless, her fingers clenched and loosened, and stubbornly pushed back and said: "There will always be a way to solve it, you don't use this problem as a reason to escape!" ”

Yamamoto was silent, and after a while, he muttered: "When I first arrived in Paris, life was not very good, and it is often not easy for a foreign painter to be recognized by a local painter, let alone Paris. So, at that time, I'm glad you didn't come along. ”

"I'm enough to see you today, to see how you're doing, goodbye." With that, he got up and walked to the door of the lounge.

Halfway through, Koriyama Orihime ran over, hugged him, and cried, "Dad, I'm sorry, I shouldn't have spoken to you in that tone." I'm sorry, but I've always missed you, and it's nice to see you, woo. ”

"Orihime, me too."

Outside the door, Muto Qing, who heard all this, put his hand behind his head, turned around and left, it seems that he doesn't need to accompany him today, let's go home and accompany my mother.