She died with dignity, and that painting really became a masterpiece...... She is the beggar in the painting, and the sapling is the night of Nanami.

The warm clothes in the beggar's hand are her stepping stone to the dream and the big city for the rural girl - Nanami Night's original talent, but it lacks a little bit of talent.

The whole thing was characterized as suicide, and there was surveillance in the room, which filmed the whole process of Yumi Ishizumi pulling out the oxygen tube herself, as well as Nanami's panic and weird stiffness after entering the door.

When the brothers and sisters heard the news, they rushed to cry, question, and abuse...... I can't hear these seven seas nights, my brain is blank, and when I come back to my senses, I am already spurned and drifting away from my brothers and sisters.

They felt that Nanamiya would have had time to save the teacher, if it weren't for her being scared and stupid to stay where she was.

Of course, there are also colleagues who comfort her, saying that it is not her fault, and people will be so frightened that they can't control themselves.

But slowly, the promise that I would help the little sister when I arrived in Tokyo also disappeared.

At first, Nanamiya felt that they were really blaming themselves, and thought about whether to explain the teacher's last wishes, but then after thinking about it, it was better to let the teacher die with dignity than to describe the teacher's pleading appearance.

And they seem to blame, but in fact they are jealous, jealous of her talent, jealous of the teacher's preference, jealous of their hard work to be admitted to the Academy of Fine Arts in order to worship under the teacher, twenty years have not been as good as the teacher's first glance at Nanamiya.

Without a teacher, the division is like scattered sand, just scattered, and I don't know if Ishiquan Yumi Jiuquan saw such a scene under the nine springs, would he be sad or had it been expected?

The leaders of the hospital took the blame and resigned, the press conference was not big or small, and there were not many people who came, but no one really cared about Yumi Ishiizumi, just a group of reporters who had eaten in a car accident not long ago, and once again set their sights on the new human blood steamed buns.

Public opinion doesn't care who is right and who is wrong, it only thinks about trampling people who disagree with its own views to death, and seeking common ground while reserving differences is a joke on the Internet.

Nanamiya didn't know how she got to Tokyo, and when she got off the train at night and walked to the street, looking up at the light rain and the hazy lights in the rain, a girl from the countryside knew the blue sky for the first time, and for the first time felt that it was a mistake to abandon her sister and niece to pursue her dreams alone.

But if you continue to stay in that small village that no one cares about, is it worthy of your talent?

It seems to be a multiple-choice question, but in fact it is unsolvable.

Renting a house, living and studying alone, while handing over money to the landlord, Nanamiya discovers something worse - her hands are shaking all the time.

The shaking was very light, but I couldn't draw anymore.

Bad news ensued, and she experienced the darkest days of her life......

There is no one to redeem.

After a few days of confusion, I broke all my pens and shattered countless pieces of white paper, and my hands were still shaking so badly that it took me half a day to open a bottle of wine to anesthetize myself.

The coffee in the cup has been drunk, and Amamiya Konma's cup of coffee was finally drunk by him, I don't know if it was as a wine sacrifice to the dead master, or if he woke up and realized that he was not anxious, some familiar people have indeed seen it, such as Natsume Naoki.

It's just that the other party really can't remember...... Yes, it must be.

Since Naoki Natsume and Yuki Izumi both insist that they don't remember, then I'll go find someone who remembers.

For example, those police officers in Hokkaido.

If Chizuru wants to go, take her back to Hokkaido this summer!

It was her school trip.

If so, invite her friends to join her...... Of course, it's better to have that guy named Naoki Natsume.

Leave a sentence "I will send Master Shiquan's paintings to someone on a day, and I won't charge a cent, but I don't want you to bury your talent." After that, Amamiya Konma left in a hurry.

He was going to the venue, and suddenly, Amamiya Konma became interested in how Naoki Natsume would behave today, and no longer just his eyes.

Nanami stood in front of the window and looked out the window at the square where the voices of people could be vaguely felt in the distance, and he was silent.

She did inherit the teacher's talent, but not in oil painting.

After the same brother and sister tore their faces with her, Nanami Ye stopped painting oil paintings.

Of course, this is only one of the reasons, there is another.

When her hands were shaking and she could no longer paint or even engage in medicine because she had witnessed death, she wondered if she should return to her hometown in ashes.

The night before packing, Nanamiya, who was so drunk, decided to paint one last picture, and if he could draw it, he wouldn't leave.

When she painted, her mind was full of the entrance of the village on a snowy night, and the little girl in the big red cotton jacket, like fire, shivered with cold, looked at herself with a stubborn but wanted to cry expression, scolded the traitor, and watched herself go away until she could no longer see, but she could still hear the sound blowing farther and farther away with the wind and snow.

All the way from Hokkaido to Tokyo.

Picking up the paintbrush in his hand, the closer he got to the canvas, the more he trembled, and the pleading gaze of the teacher resurfaced in front of him.

His eyes slipped silently, and finally turned into a weeping.

It's still raining outside, and it's been raining since Nanami got off the car and came to Tokyo.

I don't know if the rain has wet the windows of the house, or if the tears have wet the windows of the soul.

In Mohu's line of sight, Nanamiya seemed to see a short blue figure walking up to her and gently hugging her.

The warm embrace makes Nanami Night still remember.

It was the warmth of that hug that convinced her that she wasn't dreaming, and to this day, she is still looking for who gave her a hug when she was most desperate.

Then the short, but familiar blue figure took her hand and drew the first strokes on the paper with patience and force, like a kindergarten teacher teaching children to write.

Something magical happens, and young Nanamiya finds that his hands are no longer shaking.

With one stroke, the rain outside the window gradually stopped, and the quiet night of the evening exuded the quiet aroma after the rain, pouring in through the cracks in the window to fill the rental house.

The short, familiar blue shadow seemed to be whispering something in his ear, but Nanamiya didn't remember it now, but he vaguely remembered that he knew that person and heard him clearly.

Looking back now, it's like listening to a tune.

At the end of the song, the painting is finished.

It is actually a naked yellow line drawing, with stiff postures and obscure lines, all indicating that it is just a beginner's practice manuscript, and only plump women and men who can't see their faces clearly are doing exaggerated things.

There is no color on the painting, but the woman has been rendered with holy whiteness.

Nanamiya remembers this painting, which she secretly drew with her little niece as a male model when she was still at home, and hid it under the bed.

Who peeked at those line drawings?

And then they used them as practice and taught her to draw again.

The name came out of my mouth, but I couldn't remember it.

But Nanamiya knew very well in his heart that because the impact of the teacher's death had destroyed his confidence, if there was no accident, he would never be able to draw again.

But the blue figure who disappeared didn't know when he was taught by hand, and he actually taught himself to draw again and regained his life.

That night, Nanami didn't sleep at night, and after painting all night, he drew the line drawings of Huang Man that he had practiced before, over and over again, again and again, enjoying his new life to the fullest.

After dawn, she noticed that her hands were no longer shaking.

So after three days of drunkenness, Nanami Night swept away the decline, and painted the last oil painting with the last paint, and the little girl in the village lipstick became her masterpiece.

Since then, illustrations, comics, covers, vertical paintings, and even the increasingly skilled Huang Man have been handy, but Nanami Ye has never painted an oil painting again, not even a single stroke.

That gifted genius of oil painting died last night, and he was on the same path as his teacher; A girl who was redeemed by the dead was reborn in the early morning and was no longer confused.

It's been ten years since then, Nanami Night has seen everything in society, and there is really no confusion in his eyes, just the unpredictable smile and maturity of others, and he has become a well-known painter in the industry, and has become a cynical school doctor.

Each volume of comics will bring a huge amount of wealth to squander, spend a lot of money to satisfy the appetite of the tongue, luxury cars, villas, BMW fragrant cars, just to live happily and chic.

That night, she drew the line drawings over and over again, which she eventually named "Jockey Ancestor", and the apprentice and the master abandoned morality and ethics in the comics to enjoy the most primitive pleasures of human beings as animals...... No more tragedies.

It's just that in this life winner-like life, there are always people and things that she cares about the most-

Asai who felt indebted a lot, that was her favorite relative, and it was and still is; The blue, small shadow has not been found to this day.

"I'll find you." Nanamiya's eyes are resolute and look through the window to the north, which is the hometown of Hokkaido.

"Wherever you are, no matter what ...... Who are you. ”