It was supposed to be a summer afternoon.

Soft, not very harsh sunlight pours into the room through the floor-to-ceiling windows, and when you look up, you can see tiny invisible particles flying in the air.

The not-so-empty room was filled with the faint scent of paper, the unique sound of brushstrokes brushing over the paper from time to time, the hem of the wall clock on the wall swaying from side to side, and the barely moving minute hand as if time had stood still at this moment—a great nostalgia.

In the center of the room is an easel, and in front of the easel stands a woman, holding a paintbrush and smiling wildly across the canvas.

How would you describe this woman? She was so slender and tall, with long ankle-length black hair hanging down naturally, tied with a white ribbon at the end, obviously just wearing a simple short-sleeved shirt with a linen dress, but she was just standing there, waving a paintbrush, and a mature woman's breath came to her face, which made people sigh, ah, this is really a lily-like beauty.

However, she should have known that she was smiling, it was definitely a demure smile that did not contain a trace of impurities, but she couldn't see it clearly, and the face in her memory was as hazy as a mirror.

I tried my best to open my eyes clearly, but there was no effect.

There is no way to make sound, and there is no way to control one's body, as if you are standing in the best viewing position and watching a documentary that has already been recorded.

I don't know how long it was, maybe only ten minutes, maybe an hour, in such a situation, the sense of time has long become ambiguous. The image began to change as the woman put down her pen and walked towards her.

"Yuemi, are you interested in painting?"

Ah, it was a voice I hadn't heard in a long time, even though I knew it was just a dream, but it was enough, just enough to move me.

How did you answer at that time?

Well, that's right, it should be like this.

"Well, because my mom who was painting looked very happy."

There was no way to see the face of the woman in front of her clearly, but Yuemi knew very well that there was an incomparably sweet smile on her face at that time.

"Yes, then, is it okay for Mommy to teach Yuemi to draw?"

"Good~"

Unlike my current self, I was still very young at that time, and I held the paintbrush that the woman was holding before, and was held in the arms of the woman, and for the first time, I left something I created on the canvas.

"Is this, a flower?"

"Hmm~ The flowers in the photos my mother showed me before~"

“…… It's very good to draw, Yuemi, maybe you have a talent for painting~"

"Really?"

"Of course it's true~"

It's so good~ Is it good for my mother to teach me to draw~

At that time, she was unscrupulously sprinkling in the arms of women, and in her memory, she was gently stroking her hair.

"If Yuemi wants to learn, of course your mother will teach you well, but it may be very hard, so is it okay?"

"Well, it doesn't matter, because drawing is fun~"

In the picture, her hands are gently held by the woman, and when she raises her head, the face that has always been blurred seems to be clear for a moment, but it immediately returns to its original state.

"If Yuemi feels happy, her mother will also be happy," the woman gently hugged Yuemi and leaned close to her ear, "Then, let's make an agreement~"

"Agreed?"

"Well, yes."

She put the paintbrush in Yuemi's hand, and her voice was as soft as ever, making people feel like there was a warm feeling in her heart.

However......

“————————”

Without being able to hear the woman say what was agreed, consciousness began to become chaotic, sticky, and sluggish.

The picture gradually distorts, as if the paint has been knocked over, and countless colors are mixed together, and finally turn into a monotonous gray, and then disappear.

Then, Tsukiya opened her eyes.

The main attraction is that the ceiling of my room has never changed.

The curtains in the room had been opened, and the morning sun was a little dazzling, and the piercing Tsukimi couldn't open her eyes a little.

"Good morning, Tsukimi."

Sitting up from the bed, Tsukiya rubbed her eyes and looked at the place where the sound came from, it was a little transparent ghost in the sunlight, with a not-so-natural smile on her face.

"Good morning, Lin ...... Huh? ”

wanted to say hello to Lin Lin as usual, but suddenly, Yuemi felt something warm on his face slipping.

…… Yes, what?

Without waiting for Yuemi to confirm herself, Lin Lin had already told her the answer, and the ghost girl floated in front of her in a little panic, grabbed her right hand and asked with concern, "What's wrong with Yuemi?" Why did you cry all of a sudden? ”

Ah, that's right, I cried.

Gradually, with the real feeling of waking up from a dream, a feeling that cannot be described in words emerged in the deep, deep heart, almost making Yuemi breathless.

She shook her head vigorously, raised her left arm and wiped the liquid that kept rolling down her face with the sleeve of her pajamas, and then smiled at Lin Lin from the bottom of her heart.

"Nothing, just a very, very nostalgic dream."

That's a good thing.

Absolutely, this is a good thing, to be able to see that woman in a dream, you can already feel happy, so now should definitely not be sad, and it is definitely not the time to be sad.

Gotta laugh out loud.

“…… yes, it's a good dream. ”

There was some hesitation, but Lin Lin still laughed softly, wiping away the little teardrops that were still hanging from the corners of Yuemi's eyes.

"Well, it's a super dream that hasn't been seen in a long time."

That's how Tsukimi replied.

The girl's expression was not strong, so Lin Lin also put her mind at ease, but the next moment she remembered the little thing that happened yesterday, and she couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed, and subconsciously stayed away from the girl.

This little action did not escape Yuemi's eyes, and she tilted her head a little puzzled and asked, "What's wrong?" Do I have anything on me? All of a sudden, you stepped back a bit, and your expression was a little strange......"

“…… No, nothing. ”

Without the courage to look at the girl, Lin Lin looked at the ground.

Really, as soon as I think of last night's incident, Lin Lin can't wait to find a pit to bury himself, and he can't die anyway - what's going on, although Yuemi is very cute and usually very sultry, Lin Lin himself admits that he will be unconsciously picked up by that little goblin from time to time, but what kind of hell is that debuff last night! Will there be such side effects when it becomes a cat activity?

And most importantly! Yuemi is just a little girl in her first year of high school! In terms of figure, maybe you can only be regarded as a junior high school student! To such a little girl to produce ** or something...... Lin Lin asked himself, his self in his previous life was definitely not a Lolita!

I really feel shameless! Although only Yuemi was the only one who could see Lin Lin, but because there was only Yuemi, this sense of shame was simply doubled!

Shame on you!

However, compared to Lin Lin's excessively disobedient behavior, Yuemi was no different from usual, she took off her pajamas in front of Lin Lin, and said casually while changing her clothes: "What...... Didn't you make it clear that you didn't want to tell me? But forget it...... What's breakfast today? ”

"Have you forgotten that Miss Xue Yi stayed overnight last night, how could I make breakfast when she was there......"

Seeing that Yuemi didn't seem to care much, Lin Lin breathed a sigh of relief in her heart and inexplicably felt a sense of disparity, but she immediately adjusted.

"Ah, yes...... Then I'll have to make my own breakfast today...... Is Miss Xue Yi awake? ”

"Not yet."

The small head came out of the collar, and then the long hair that was covered in the clothes was gently pulled with both hands, and the inky hair was scattered in the air like black wings, Yuemi glanced back at Lin Lin, and then immediately turned back, looking left and right to smooth out the folds of the clothes on his body.

"Then I'll go to the bathroom and wash up."

“…… Oh. ”

Seeing Yuemi's back leave the room, Lin Lin sighed secretly, and she would never know what a seductive flush was floating on Yuemi's face with her back to her - she remembered the lily that Lin Lin hid.