Just take the famous quotes of the painter you have read in the book, but it doesn't work at the moment, it's two different things entirely.

For Lin Hui, who has always painted according to the requirements, this question cannot be answered at all.

There is no way to answer questions about things that are not voluntary.

If you have to answer, you can only say - it's because of you.

“…… Can't answer?" Lin Yiyang said quietly.

"No wonder your paintings are so boring."

Hearing his father's cold comments, Lin Hui couldn't help but want to refute.

It's all drawn according to your wishes. And you still say that,

What I learned from you is how to draw to the judges' preferences.

And it's called a copy of Lin Yiyang.,No self-like way of painting.。

The person who asked me to draw like this is you.

If my work is boring, so should yours.

Unfortunately, this idea was not really spoken. Since childhood, he has been instilled with the concept that he is not allowed to disobey his father, and the emotions in his heart have gradually receded after a period of agitation.

"I'm sorry."

I heard Lin Hui apologize mechanically for the first time. Lin Yiyang sighed softly.

With a sigh and a spit out. It is the last whisper to be heard.

…… Not yet...... Give me more...... A little time...... Come on

Kindness?

Lin Hui was about to ask rhetorically. Yiyang suddenly turned around and walked towards the door.

The back seemed to be thinner than usual.

I don't know why. Looks like it's crying.

A little off.

It's kind of weird.

Why. His father would ask him that kind of question,

Why, only now to criticize his paintings,

Lin Hui was completely incomprehensible.

The only thing he can feel is that it will continue in the future, and it can only continue to continue, the darkness and sorrow of the water far away.

I can't see my own shadow, it's just. trample on your own heart again.

On this night,

Lin Yiyang - fell.

The cause is a heart attack.

Came out of Lin Hui's exhibition hall, got in the car and left, and it happened within a few minutes. Yiyang suddenly pressed his heart, and was immediately sent to the hospital in great pain.

Falling into a coma and losing consciousness.

I didn't feel anything. Lin Hui thought he was completely numb.

Lin Yiyang entered the intensive care unit, and the situation was not optimistic. Several people who have a working relationship. Go back and forth in the ward

"Because I don't have talent! Even if you can draw a piece that meets the requirements for winning the award, even if you can draw a work that imitates you, you will never be able to surpass you! When I found out: what it felt like in my heart. Do you know? It's the end of the world at all. I thought that I could find the future by following the path you were directing, but I was immediately disillusioned. It's all because of you! Your wall has blocked all the roads ahead, and there is no future to be had, which is really miserable. Nothing left for me...... What else to say to see the light. My future is nothing but a tunnel of endless darkness."

After venting, he was almost weak, and he almost stood down.

I'm already an empty shell.

Even so, the father calmly spoke softly to his son.

"No, your future isn't over yet...... I only knew how much pressure you were under when you painted that landscape covered in black...... It's just that I always believe I'm doing the right thing...... Hold on a little more...... You will definitely succeed. It's sure to shine all over the world......

In order not to bury Lin Hui's talent, Lin Yiyang has worked hard for many years.

In order that he is not knocked down by anything. We strive to provide an environment where you can continue to paint.

"The current you...... Just as my son. He became one of the many painters who were not unknown...... But you have a creative power that no one else can imitate...... It's just that it can't be recognized yet...... That's how conservative the world is...... When the solo exhibition was successful, it was well received by all walks of life...... You'll be able to unleash your creativity...... You can draw whatever you want...... Woo,"

In order to get noticed as soon as possible. He has always been asked to draw mouths that cater to the mainstream, and forced him to learn the tricks of winning awards. These are very painful for Lin Hui, but they are all for the sake of the long-term future.

Unknowingly, he drew more and more like his father's copy.

As a painter, this is unbearable for Lin Hui, but it is also an unavoidable phenomenon in the process of learning skills, and it is also a shortcut for him to be affirmed.

The black scenery painted by Lin Hui on the day he met the Grim Reaper was torn up by Lin Yiyang angrily and thrown into the trash.

Not just angry, even angry.

"At that time...... I'm just realizing how much pain I've brought you. If that distorted painting represents your heart...... It must be your death thoughts...... Right? Don't think about dying, you're still young, but you haven't realized the meaning of life yet."

Lin Yiyang's words and thoughts violently shook Lin Hui.

Lin Yiyang is a very clumsy person.

In painting, he can dance with long sleeves and enjoy it, but he is not good at expressing even the simplest words in the face of his children. When he found out that Dahui had a talent that surpassed himself, he was so happy that he didn't know what to do, and in order to cultivate Lin Hui's talent to grow and thrive, he did his best as a father to work hard.

He has seen many potential newcomers who have won awards in the art world, but later they were used because they were too young and disappeared like meteors, so he was especially strict with his son.

In fact, on the day Lin Hui won the award for the first time, and on the day when he decided to hold a solo exhibition, he silently raised a drink to celebrate at night. Even though he was told by the doctor not to drink, he didn't care, just because he was so happy. It's all because of the love for his son.

Thinking about his son in a very clumsy way, just bent on giving.

"Daddy............

Lin Hui's voice echoed in the room.

He was standing in his father's studio.

Now, after his father's death, he is confused about the deep family affection.

How to receive that fatherly love, he didn't know.

There is a father's breath in the studio.

At this moment, it seems that Lin Yiyang can still be seen sitting there. Work wonders on the canvas.

The smell of painting tools and paints fills the nose.

The utensils that are no longer in use are neatly arranged, which is infinitely nostalgic.

- Tsuna.

It's the bell again.

Just hear the bell. He would think of his father.

and, the teenager's verses.

He will never close his eyes again.

I used to feel that the light was too dazzling, and I kept my eyes closed, and I couldn't even see the light on my body.

Keep your eyes open and look straight ahead.

The cold February breeze blows the curtains.

As if a cloud of smoke suddenly appeared, Bai Bai and Daniel appeared out of thin air.

She's the Grim Reaper.

Lin Yiyang's death was announced. And took away his soul.

In fact, Lin Yiyang already knew that his death was approaching. Therefore, the overseas solo exhibition ended early. rushed back to China to see Lin Hui.

At the end of his life, he revealed his true feelings, just to encourage Lin Hui to move forward bravely.

Ordinary people can't see death.

But Lin Hui is an exception, because the bond between father and son is too deep. The breath of death he felt at that time did not belong to him, but to his father Lin Yiyang. Coupled with his hope of death, he will meet in vain.

"What are you doing here, haven't you already taken my dad away?"

…… Yes, yes.

"Then it should be all right, right?"

"But—I'm sorry."

She's crying.

As a god of death, he was reluctant to shed tears.

Warm tears flowed slowly down her cheeks and dripped down like the trail of light.

"Why apologize?"

…… Actually, I really, really want you to talk to your dad more...... But that day, I was already trying to stall for time......

"Not only that, but I was scolded by the director for nothing...... The Grim Reaper deliberately delays the scheduled time of death. It's a violation of the rules, but he actually regained consciousness and even spoke! It turned out in vain—"

"Daniel, don't talk too much."

She pinched the black cat's mouth.

"It hurts, it hurts, it's painful, I'm sorry, it's in vain."

As soon as she let go of her hand, Daniel immediately covered her mouth and gasped.

When Lin Hui saw this picture, he suddenly felt very interesting.

"Hahaha......

It's been a long time since I've laughed like this.

"I see, thank you, for nothing." Lin Hui thanked her very naturally.

It seemed that she could understand the reason for her tears.

It is not in vain that we cry because we are sad and sad.

At that time, she must have shed tears because of the sad things that were about to happen, thinking of Lin Yiyang and Lin Hui's mood, and at the same time, it was also a substitute for Yiyang's tears that could no longer cry.

Ah, I almost forgot, and that ......

Without wiping away the tears, he walked to the corner of the day room and took out a painting.

Daniel followed closely behind, leaving red footprints along the way, as if stepping on paint that he had forgotten to put away.

With such a lovely picture that makes people smile, it's hard to imagine that the girl is a dead species, and even has a warm mood.

"Here, look at this."

Items to put in your hands. Ling Lin Hui suddenly had difficulty breathing.

My heart is clenched. Feel the pain.

It was an oil painting.

There's a little kid laughing – that's him.

This is your father's last painting before he died, and he asked me to give it to you. Since he was pronounced dead, he began to accept the facts. He was in a hurry to finish the painting in order to congratulate his child on the beginning of his career as a painter. Also to want to leave you something...... Said in vain gently and calmly.

Whether it's the gesture or the light, everything lovingly surrounds that smiling face. Colors that shine brighter than any previous work. It's as if I'm going to do my best for this painting.

Water droplets slide down his cheeks and wet the canvas.

The paint has not yet dried completely, and the water droplets gather into beads and swirl on the painting.

It was the first time he had cried since his father died.

Tears could not be restrained, like a comic book character.

Seeing his tears, Bai Bai couldn't help crying again.

"In your father's heart, I will always remember ...... Your smile when you were a child...... So...... The end of the last sentence condensed in tears, and there was no way to finish it.

"Don't cry, it's white, it's ugly."

Daniel knocked his master's red shoes several times with his tail.

It seemed to be a unique way of comforting between it and her.

made Lin Hui laugh again.

Take a closer look. In front of me was such a thin and fragile existence - slender hands and feet, childish voice and appearance. Although the tone is very mature when he speaks. Actually, it's really petite in vain.

The Incredible Grim Reaper, crying over the death of others.

did not wipe away the tears, it is a respect for the deceased, or perhaps her unique stubbornness.

"Thank you."

Lin Hui gently touched the head of the dead seed. She still has tears on her face.

"What a crybaby, yes." Add this sentence again.

As a result, the maiden immediately continued—

"And she's a housekeeper,"

With tears in her eyes, she smiled beautifully.

The solo exhibition of the painter Lin Hui ended successfully with applause.

In particular, the realistic drawing method that captures the light has attracted attention and won quite high praise.

There are also two works at the back.

The theme of one piece is "From the Son to the Father".

The theme of the other is "From Father to Son".

Father's smile at the time. Warm voice, thick big hands. all left a bright color in Lin Hui's heart.

- to become a brilliant painting.

......

It's raining again.

Rain cats and dogs. It is as if the dirt and asphalt are going to penetrate and erode.

It was dusk, but it was dark. At this time, you can hear the sound of children playing in the park, but now it is empty due to heavy rain. Not to mention the human figure, even a few meters away can blur the vision.

Thunder rang out in the distant sky, and low-pressure clouds flashed with electric light, making people dizzy.

The loud sound of deafening made the young man's thin body tremble slightly.

The cardboard box in the boy's arms seemed to be responding to the shaking of the outside world, and it was rustling.

The little thing in the box was frightened and began to struggle restlessly.

Wear a wide aqua blue raincoat. The boy looked down at the cardboard box in his arms, and the plastic sheeting covering it was already full of rainwater.

「…… It's you...... It's all your fault...... If it weren't for you......

The boy looked around.

Make up your mind to place the cardboard box in a prominent place in the park.

Discarded.

This is what he thinks is the last vestige of love he has left...

…… I...... I......

The boy's shoulders shook. I don't know if it was because of the impact of the thunder just now, my determination began to waver.

The "little thing" in the carton is still struggling.

It's you...... It's all your fault......

So. So I-

"—you want to say I didn't do anything wrong, do you?"

- Suzu.

The bell, the sentence, was not drowned out by the heavy rain, but sounded directly in the boy's head.

"Huh......?"

The heart is almost beating out.

In front of him, next to the cardboard box that had just been discarded, stood a young girl dressed in white.

Long white hair and red shoes, dimly floating in the heavy rain. Even the girl herself appeared in the air dimly, surrounded by an oval circle of light that bounced off the rain.

For a moment, he thought he had seen a ghost, but then he thought of other beings.

Although the sight in front of you is very incredible and incredible, it really looks like a goblin that has been seen on TV before. He was dumbfounded for a moment, and he didn't even notice that a black cat appeared at his feet.

A figure that seems to melt into the darkness, coupled with moon-like golden eyes. and a red collar with a large bell, and a tail that stands up high on the back, only with a touch of white at the end.

The black cat looked up at the boy, giving him the illusion of being stared at—and the cat spoke.

"Do you want to kill it?"

The voice sounded like a child about his age.

"Huh!"

He was so frightened that he almost collapsed.

A cat, a cat, actually spoke.

The boy suddenly fell to the muddy ground.

The cotton shorts were soaked with water at once, and the cold touch penetrated into the body.

"Daniel, come here."

The girl calls the black cat. He looks a few years older than him, but his voice is quite childish. And the tone is very mature, and there is still a kind of goblin-like feeling.

"Hmph,"

The black cat snorted, glanced at him again, and then returned to the girl's side.

The girl squatted down and brushed away the stagnant water from the plastic sheet on the carton with her hands.