"Naoki-kun, is that you?"

Mio Izumi stood curiously in front of the blue figure and waved his hand in front of his eyes: "Naoki-kun, did you encounter any danger when you were in Shinjuku just now?" ”

Although she didn't talk about him all the time like the little rich woman, the senior sister was only a lot more worried about Naoki Natsume.

It's just that she is more restrained than Chizuru Amamiya, who has a straightforward personality and has something to say.

Useless worries only make everyone more anxious, so she kept her worries about Naoki Natsume in her heart, and it wasn't until now that she had the opportunity that she asked the blue figure with a worried look on her face.

"Naoki-kun, what's wrong with you, how did you become like this?"

The more he looked closely, the more Mio Izumi could be sure that the little boy in front of him, who was about the same height as Amamiya Chizuru, was Naoki Natsume when he was a child, his appearance was still immature, but his eyes were exceptionally clear.

The eyes are the windows to the soul, so the eyes do not deceive.

Nanami came over and patted her shoulder gently, and the moment the two looked at each other, they shook their heads to comfort her: "He can't hear it, it's part of the dream." ”

"Huh?"

Izumi Mio was puzzled, and the little rich woman on the other side had already figured out everything.

"So this is what you've been through, school doctor?" Amamiya Chizuru asked, "It's incredible, this is a supernatural phenomenon in reality, right?" ”

Nanamiya admired her cleverness, and she was able to immediately find out what the problem was, and paused to explain: "Ten years ago, I should have been drunk tonight, and my memory was not too clear, so I always thought it was a fantasy of self-redemption...... But even the supernatural is not surprising, and according to common sense, no one can create such a real dream. ”

Turning his head to look at the young, translucent little guy covered in blue and translucent, Nanamiya continued, "Actually, these are dispensable to me, are they reality or supernatural phenomena...... I just want to go through the turning point of my life again in a conscious state, to see for myself who pulled me out of the abyss, and that was enough for me. ”

Young Nanamiya sat on the sofa and cried, his shoulders trembling, pitiful.

Anyone in this scene, who has only a little bit of the most basic morality and ethics in everything, will feel distressed.

The young Natsume walked up to her, stopped in front of the sketchpad and looked at the ugly oil painting on it, staring at it for a full ten seconds, then bent down to pick up the broken brush on the ground and throw it in the trash.

Then he gently hugged the young Nanamiya who was sobbing.

The latter's body trembled, and he buried his head and cried when he lived alone, and then was gently hugged, so it is estimated that whoever comes will be shocked, right?

But that little embrace was so warm that Nanamiya didn't raise his head rashly, nor was he overly frightened, but stopped sobbing in the arms of young Natsume Naoki.

This hug is not out of the love of men and women, but it is like a kindergarten child picking up a little cat huddled in the corner on a rainy day and shivering-

The radiance and warmth of humanity will dispel the cold.

Nanami Ye stood aside and watched this scene, watching his former self enjoy such a luxurious hug in the trough of life, and a trace of envy actually grew in his heart.

How much she wanted to try this warm hug again!

My memory is paralyzed by alcohol, but I don't remember much about what happened today.

She only remembered that she walked out of the trough today, and there was a warm embrace and peace of mind held by her little hands.

Under Naoki Natsume's small embrace, the young Nanamiya looked up and was looked at him by the eyes of tears and alcohol mold lake.

"Who are you?"

The alcoholism of the past few days has kept her in a state of confusion, so that at this moment, she can't even see the figure that is close to Chi Qi clearly.

There was no answer, and I don't know if I couldn't explain it or couldn't open my mouth.

Naoki Natsume gently held her hand, the small palm covering her slender and slender fingers.

Her hands are not shaking at this moment.

Then he shoved the brush into Nanamiya's hand, and took her hand close to the drawing board.

"No...... Not ......"

Nanamiya shook his head, whimpering in his mouth as if he was refusing.

Sure enough, the closer the brush got to the canvas, the more her hand trembled, so much so that she couldn't even add color to the oil paintings on the canvas.

The oil paint dots on the brush were everywhere, and the windows of the good houses were painted in scattered and messy messes.

"I can't do it...... I can't do ......."

Nanamiya muttered in a painful whisper, and when she closed her eyes, countless images seemed to flash in her mind—

A little girl in a flaming red cotton jacket standing under the big locust tree in the snow village, the skyrocketing fire on the highway, and the old man struggling in pain after unplugging the ventilator on the hospital bed.

As if sensing Nanamiya's mental state that was now almost collapsed, Natsume Naoki didn't ask for it and took the brush away from her hand.

"I'm afraid I'll never be able to paint again." Nanamiya watched his hands return to normal without a paintbrush, and his sadness turned into a river.

Feeling powerless, a wave swept her from the shore into the water, wrapping her tightly and suffocating.

Just as she was in deep despair, a pencil was handed to her.

Naoki Natsume tore off the canvas and replaced it with a new piece of sketch paper.

He held Nanamiya's hand and stroked it on the sketch paper, feeling the uneven texture that distinguished it from the others.

The most sensitive part of a person is not the tongue, not the ears or even the private parts, but the fingers.

The fingers are distributed with the nerve endings with the most per square centimeter of human skin, which are able to distinguish bulges and vibrations of 0.0002 mm, and the blind Russian Sergei Fitisov can even distinguish colors by his fingers.

The young Nanamiya understood a little, and it seemed that the little guy next to him, who couldn't speak, wanted to calm himself down.

She took a deep breath, closed her eyes, and let the memories stimulate her brain, making her temples feel like drums.

The five senses of people are connected, and after the vision is closed, the sense of touch of the fingers seems to be more acute.

She felt the bulges on the sketch paper, line by line, piece by piece.

The painter's imagination led her to conceive a sketch of the human body in her mind.

Gradually, the desire for painting began to crowd out unpleasant fantasies and memories.

Seeing that the time was ripe, Naoki Natsume shoved the pencil into her hand.

But at the same moment, her hand trembled uncontrollably.

"I ...... I can't ......"

She tried to break free, her closed eyes furrowed.

But Naoki Natsume didn't let go of her hand, but held her hand and drew the first strokes on the sketch paper.

The crooked curves resemble images of sinusoidal functions, and it's hard to imagine that he originally wanted to draw a straight line with Nanamiya's hand.

But even so, Natsume Naoki had no intention of giving up, so he held her hand like this, very lightly, very slowly, drawing something with a stroke.

Halfway through the painting, Nanamiya's face was slightly red, and she quietly opened her eyes.

Although the half of the painting of the woman was messy and proportionate, she knew very well what this person was drawing with her own hand.

Among the three people who watched all this attentively, Mio Izumi was a little curious, she couldn't understand it, so she watched the excitement...... Do you just think it's a person?

When you paint, do you draw the human body first and then the clothes?

It's just that this detail is a little too ...... It's so realistic.

Mio Izumi's face also turned a little red, don't look over her head with a face full of embarrassment, and don't dare to look at it.

All she prayed was to hurry forward to the painting...... These painters are really industrious, don't they cover up the details of their previous paintings when they paint clothes?

Why not just draw clothes?

Amamiya Chizuru's eyes widened, pointed to the painting, and turned his head to look at Nanamiya's face full of incredulity: "To portray such a bad and unscrupulous thing at such a warm time, is it the school doctor that you really experienced!" Why are you drawing books?! ”

Izumi Mio realized it later, and her expression was slightly stunned: "What do you mean? Book? I didn't plan to draw clothes! ”

Nanami smiled without saying a word, as if she didn't quite want to explain why a teenager's inspirational moment of helping a young female painter in a trough to regain his vitality was painted by Huang Man's line drawing.

Amamiya Chizuru looked at Naoki Natsume, who had a serious expression, and clenched his fists: "Wow! Is he an old critic at a young age? What's in your head! Started reading books at such a young age? He...... Can he read it? He...... Is there a reaction? ”

"I don't blame him for that." Nanamiya finally couldn't help it, and touched the tip of his nose, as if he was a little ashamed.

This is the first time that Amamiya Chizuru and Izumi Mio have seen a slightly embarrassed school doctor.

"These poses and line drawings are actually my previous works...... When I first started learning to paint, I mistakenly believed the rumors.,Said that learning the human body with Huang Man's book is the fastest.,I bought a few copies to copy at home.,The book and line drawings were hidden under the bed by me.,Probably when this little guy came to play with Zhenxu.,Secretly turned it out.。 ”

Nanami said softly, "Don't look at these paintings in a strange light, I've been thinking about this question for so many years, why did he let me draw these body line drawings by hand...... Later, I realized that he wanted me to find my original intention and dream of learning to paint. Holding my hand, it was like a teacher who once taught me to draw one stroke at a time, and tirelessly drawing these human bodies one by one helped me recall the hardships and efforts I had when I first learned to paint. ”

After a pause, Nanamiya looked at Naoki Natsume, who had a serious expression, and his voice was soft and grateful: "I don't know why he appeared in Tokyo with such an image, and I don't know what it's all about, but he did save me now." ”

Naoki Natsume was still holding the young Nanamiya and drawing the body line drawing, one scrap of paper after another, and finally slowly, he held her hand much less forcefully, and finally even just pretended, Nanamiya was already able to complete a work with beautiful lines and moderate proportions by himself.

At this moment, the sky is about to dawn, and the distant sky is white.

"I'm giving you the memories," the little blue figure said suddenly, "it's the memory I've left to save Mao, broken but still able to help you." It's shameful but useful, so take my past with me and my old life with my true feelings to live a good life in Tokyo, and don't forget that no matter what setbacks and lows you encounter, you still have a little kid who keeps you angry. ”

Naoki Natsume's face was serious but not serious, with a smile on the corner of his mouth, as if he was saying goodbye.

"In this way, I will completely forget about Mao and you, as well as my dead uncle and aunt...... But that's okay, that's it. As long as you can save Mako, as long as you can, you will still be that heartless stinky aunt, not an alcoholic Obasan. ”

"To live happily, I'm leaving."

With a bang, the blue figure instantly collapsed.

Nanamiya froze in place as if in a daze, stunned.

The flecks of blue light that had dispersed did not disappear, but poured into her body.

At this moment, her memory seemed to change somewhat.

After about a minute or two of staying where he was, the young Nanamiya slowly came back to his senses.

"I'm ......"

She looked down at the paintbrush and pencil in her hand, then at the blank paper that had been repasted next to her, and forgot what had just happened.

"Was that a dream just now?" She muttered under her breath, with a little headache, as if she had drunk a broken piece.

But the blue figure still has a slight impression of Mimihu Lake.

"Who is it?" She looked up at the sky that would be bright, "Or is it my fantasy?" ”

But one thing is for sure, I have regained the courage to draw!

So she began to paint with what little dye was left, earnestly and attentively.

"This is my last oil painting." Nanamiya, who was standing on the side and had washed all the lead, looked at the little girl under the snowy night created by his young self, and sighed softly: "It's a masterpiece of oil painting." ”

Then she became Nanami-sensei who drew books.

Naoki Natsume originally wanted to use the line drawings she copied when she painted the human body to help her regain her confidence, but unexpectedly, a book artist who would become popular all over the country was born.

What he didn't know was that these line drawings were actually the prototype of the later "Jockey Ancestor".

After the young Nanamiya put down her paintbrush, the morning sun outside shone through the window, covering her with a soft golden veil.

She gasped and looked at the painting in memory of her little niece, as if she had been reborn.

"I don't know if she, who survived the car accident, will forgive me for running away." She said to herself, "When you find a job and make enough money, go back and see her." ”

Exhaustion swept over her body, and she fell on the couch, just wanting to sleep in the dark.

"Survived a car accident?" Nanamiya, who was standing on the side, frowned obviously: "Who are you talking about, Mako?" ”

A large number of memories began to emerge, and Nanamiya was slightly painful with his hands on his forehead.

"School doctor, what's wrong with you?" Izumi hurriedly stepped forward to help her: "Is there anything uncomfortable?" ”

"She's really alive, she's still alive!"

As the words fell, the dream collapsed again.

"No, come back!" The little rich woman is really scared.

The living room collapsed in an instant, and the three of them fell into the endless darkness like birds with broken wings.

"Catch me! Senpai, Nanami School Doctor! The little rich woman remembered that she was about to cry: "Senior, dog, where are you!" Catch me, I don't want to fall my ass anymore! Aren't you a foot controller? I'll promise you next time! ”

With a "wow", Amamiya Chizuru sat up straight, and a cold sweat broke out on her back.

She looked around in horror, the humble thatched hut, everything she was familiar with.

And......

There was a strange look in the eyes of the people around.

The school doctor, Mio Izumi, the old Miyaji and the young Miyaji, and Naoki Natsume, who is full of embarrassment.

They looked at her, then turned to Naoki Natsume.

"Are your dreams different from those of other people?" Naoki Natsume looked away, feeling ashamed, "What did you dream about...... Reflect on yourself, you astringent little Lori! ”

Amamiya Chizuru also reacted, her face turned red all of a sudden, and she lowered her head instantly.

This floor is a real floor!

"You ...... How did you wake up so fast! ”

She wanted to find a crack in the ground to get into.

Mio Izumi looked down at her feet thoughtfully.

I followed the float up the mountain from Teine Shrine, and I guess I was sweating all the way, not to mention that my feet that practice sports are often injured, and my feet are not good-looking.

So she quietly hid her feet under her ass and sat down, her face slightly red, and she felt a little inferior.

"Little one, it turned out to be you." Nanami looked at Naoki Natsume.

"What is me?"

Natsume Naoki was anxiously thinking of a way to save Mako, but when he saw a few people waking up one after another, his hanging heart was put down, and at this time, he was slightly stunned and puzzled by the school doctor's words.

"I see, you gave me all your memories." Nanami Ye was thoughtful, "So you don't remember either, you haven't said it for so long." ”

It seemed that she had made up her mind, but in fact, there was only half a second of hesitation, and then she walked up to Naoki Natsume, looked at the handsome young man in front of her, who had grown so much taller and became handsome, and gently stretched out her hand to help him smooth the wrinkles on his forehead.

"Don't be sad, or you won't be handsome." The school doctor asked softly, "You want to save Zhenxu, right?" ”

Naoki Natsume was stunned for a moment when he heard this, and then grabbed her hand with a happy face: "Do you remember Mako, too?!" ”

"It's not me, it's you who you used to be."

After that, Nanamiya gave him a big hug, just like he hugged his lost self when he was once small.

Now, it's your turn to save him.

Immediately after that, in the eyes of everyone who were surprised and even a little frightened, Nanamiya gave him a deep kiss!

Naoki Natsume's eyes widened, his face was full of incredulity, and he wanted to break free but his body stiffened and he didn't know how to resist.

Fortunately, this kiss of Nanami Night is not long, short and affectionate.

"It's a bit reluctant." Nanami Ye let go of him, gently put his finger on his lips, lowered his eyebrows and smiled and sighed: "Auntie has been looking forward to the first kiss for so many years, it's not very fun......"

"Alright, my favorite little one," she looked up at Naoki Natsume again, and smiled freely, "Go and bring your true feelings back!" ”