It would have been a very pleasant thing to sit here and drink cold drinks, but Takeuchi Shu felt that there was an indescribable embarrassment when facing Takumi. Because the other party said too little, and the idea of challenging himself suddenly came up.

When he felt that he should take the initiative to open his mouth and say that he was leaving, Takumi suddenly said, "I saw it." ”

"See what?" Takeuchi raised his eyebrows and looked at Takumi in astonishment.

Takumi hesitated for a moment, and seemed to be very entangled in whether to tell himself.

Could it be ......

The first thing that came to mind for Takeuchi Shu was Natsuki Motegi.

But he was silent for a long time, and what he said was someone else.

"Today on the street, I saw Keiko-san with another man." Takumi didn't say it completely, but Takeuchi Shu already understood what he meant.

Hearing this, Takeuchi Xiu did not question him excitedly as he imagined.

"Got it." Takeuchi Shu smiled faintly.

He knew that Takumi's mouth was very strict, so he said, "We have broken up. ”

"Ahh Takumi looked at him in surprise, as if Ah Shu had never mentioned this matter.

Takeuchi Xiu looked at Takumi and said meaningfully: "The emotional world of adults will no longer be as beautiful as when they were students, and they will be affected by many external factors. I'm all about being a driver now, and I owe it to her. Therefore, whether it is suitable for this kind of thing, as a man, he should make a decision, and he can't drag the mud and water and let both of them fall into the quagmire. ”

"Oh." Takumi nodded, looking understanding.

Takeuchi Shu knew, he didn't know. Because who can easily get rid of themselves from feelings.

......

The next day, Takeuchi Shu took his paintings and drove the EG6 to the pavilion in Shiraishi.

The content of the painting is about religion. Shiraishi said that this is a creation that a wealthy person of a consortium is looking for. And as long as Takeuchi Shu plays to his normal level, it should be acceptable.

Coming to Shiraishi's office, Takeuchi Shu handed over his oil painting to the man who was reading the newspaper.

When he lifted the cloth on the painting and saw the contents, Shiraishi looked amazed and seemed satisfied.

And Takeuchi Shu's other concerns, I don't want to hear him praise how talented he is, or how great he is, I just want to know what kind of market this painting can have in the Japanese market.

"I'll take the painting to Tokyo and give it to the old man. The purchase price, as we said earlier. Give me your bank card number, and I will arrange someone to transfer money to you later. Shiraishi sat in his office chair, carefully took care of Takeuchi's paintings, and then talked about things seriously.

Wu Neixiu nodded, he is too poor to open the pot now, and being able to see the money back in the shortest possible time is definitely something that makes him feel good.

"Thank you for that day." Shiraishi said with a smile.

Takeuchi Shu knew what he was referring to, helping to send Natsuki Motegi home. For myself, it's just a favor. But for Shiraishi, one side is a daughter, and the other is a lover. The embarrassment of the dilemma was resolved by himself.

"Nothing, you're welcome." Takeuchi said lightly.

Shiraishi suddenly smiled and said to Takeuchi Shu, "Do you know the direction of the next painting?" ”

"Huh? What is it, don't tell me it's a nude painting or something. Takeuchi Shu joked.

Shiraishi turned a pen on his desk and smiled, "Of course not. The buyer of this painting, I am. ”

Takeuchi looked at Shiraishi with some surprise, he should know a lot of painters, but he found himself.

"I want you to help me draw a portrait of Natsuki." Shiraishi said suddenly.

Takeuchi was stunned.

"The value of the painting can be paid to you at the market price of the painting just now. Amos, would you like to? Shiraishi asked tentatively, although he knew that Takeuchi Shu was different, and he didn't have to go around the bend like other painters to communicate with him, but he also knew that everyone had their own bottom line.

Wu Neixiu thought for a moment and nodded: "Yes." ”

"Haha, that's great. Natsuki loves your paintings. This is my birthday present to her. Shiraishi was glad that Takeuchi Hideno agreed.

Takeuchi Shu was a little helpless, it was too late for him to avoid Natsuki Motegi now. This man actually took the initiative to push over.

"Amos, I'll arrange for you to meet when I have time. The location can be chosen by me. Shiraishi said.

How can a middle-aged man of this age not have scheming.

Takeuchi Shu knew what Shiraishi meant, and he was also worried that something would happen to Natsuki when he met him alone, so he deliberately added this sentence at the end, and the location was chosen by me.

He didn't have any idea, nodded and took the order.

For Takeuchi Xiu, he is now making money with his paintings, which is like saving the country with curves, and using reality to set off dreams.

......

When he went back, Takeuchi Shu's mobile phone received a reminder that it had arrived.

Shiraishi's efficiency is really fast.

Looking at the series of numbers pouring into his bank card, he instantly felt a lot of energy. He got out of the embarrassing situation and became the 'rich man' in Ah Shu's mouth again.

Tomorrow is the match against Nakazato Yi, and it is impossible without a little preparation.

He went to Murakami's repair shop and checked all the configurations and fluids of the EG6's body again. And because the tires haven't been running very often lately, they haven't reached the point where they need to be replaced.

Make sure that EG6 is in the best condition, and Hidecai Takeuchi is relieved.

When he left the repair shop, he drove the EG6, opened the window and blew the wind, and the economic pressure disappeared, and he was refreshing in everything he did.

I drove aimlessly, but I unknowingly passed by Natsuki Moteki's house.

Takeuchi looked at the wooden sign that had been turned over, and couldn't help but think of the thousand paper cranes he had put on the windowsill made of chewing gum paper.

Just when he slowed down and was a little stunned, he suddenly heard the sound of something breaking from her home, through the window, and heard it very clearly.

With this shattered voice, a woman's screams were heard.

EG6 drove over and reversed, and Takeuchi stopped on the side of the road.

After getting out of the car, Takeuchi Shu came to the door of Natsuki Motegi's house, and he found that the door was hidden.

When he looked through the crack in the door, he saw a short man with a leash pumping towards Natsuki Motegi.

Takeuchi slammed the door open.

The short man looked at the outsider in surprise, he seemed to have drunk a lot, he looked drunk, he stood shaky, and the belt in his hand seemed to be untied from his waist.

Natsuki Motegi, who was curled up in the corner of the sofa, was very embarrassed, his hair was messy, his clothes were all wrinkled, and his arms were full of red marks, some of which were already bloody.

"Who are you?" The short man glared at Takeuchi Shu who suddenly broke in.

Natsuki Motegi watched in disbelief as the painter suddenly appeared.

Takeuchi walked over, couldn't help but say, raised his fist, and smashed it directly into his chest.

Boom!

The man, who was already unstable under his feet, was punched and fell out, and suddenly fell into a mess.

Takeuchi Shu picks up the belt that fell on the ground and jerks it at the man!

"Don't ......"

Before he could howl, the belt was already pumping on his body. Takeuchi's hand was very strong, and his face was distorted from the pain.

For him, it doesn't matter who this man is, let's talk about it after smoking!

Natsuki Motegi was dumbfounded.

"Let's go." Takeuchi Shu stretched out his hand and carefully took her palm, unable to bear to touch the bruise on the wrist, she pulled it up.

Then with tears still hanging on her face, the girl who did not dry up walked out of this depressed home.

Seeing her sitting in the co-pilot of EG6, Takeuchi Shu handed over the tissue and said slowly, "It's okay." ”

Natsuki Motegi trembled, the pain in his wrists, the fear in his heart, and slowly wiped his cheeks with a tissue.

"Who is it?"

Takeuchi asked softly.

“...... I...... Father. Natsuki Motegi couldn't bear to look up, his voice was poignant.