Bunkyo District, Tono Private High School.

The sun has gradually set, and the sun looks a little lazy near the evening, adding a layer of yellow filter to everything, soft and comfortable.

It's been a while since school was out, and most of the students who remain in the school are students who are doing club activities.

In the activity room of the art department, three or two girls stood quietly together, staring intently at a boy who was drawing something in front of them.

The warm sunlight shone on the side face of Yue Xikong, setting off his already soft facial curves even softer, no matter who looked at it, they would feel that this boy must be very gentle.

He didn't react to the girls behind him who were watching him paint, but instead focused all his energy on the girl in front of him as a model.

The overly focused gaze made Sonoda Aya's face can't help but be stained with a shallow flush, she wants to move her gaze aside to relieve the shyness in her heart, but she is worried that this will make Yuexikong think more, fortunately, between her entanglements, Yuexikong has already looked away, which makes her feel relieved at the same time, but also inevitably a little disappointed.

"It's done!" Yue Xikong put down the paintbrush in his hand and laughed softly.

Aya Sonoda was also a little curious about what Tsukikei would draw herself, she stood up, and before she could walk over, the exclamations of several girls behind her had already sounded.

"Good, good!"

"It's so similar, it's exactly the same!"

"And there is a feeling that I can't put it into words, even I am a little moved!"

"It's doubtful that she'll ever come out of the painting!"

The exclamations of the members made Aya Sonoda's steps a little faster, she quickly crossed the canvas, and as if unintentionally, she half-bent down next to Yuexikong, looking at the sketch that Yuexikong had drawn for herself.

At first glance, Aya Sonoda couldn't help but open her small mouth, and her little eyes widened.

It's not ugly.

It's so pretty!

The person on the canvas is exactly the same as what I see when I look in the mirror, the lines, the shape of the face, the corners of the eyes, the eyebrows, the nose......

It's like adding a black and white brush filter to her selfie with software.

However, it is obviously the same face, but the self on the canvas has an indescribable beauty.

It's obviously herself, but it still makes her sigh to herself!

Aya Sonoda held her breath, she couldn't care about the moon stream next to her, and completely focused on the canvas in front of her.

She didn't expect that she could be so beautiful?

Is it a smile?

Yes, she was tense because of her shyness at that time, and naturally she couldn't laugh, but she had a quiet and elegant smile on the canvas.

It's like a spring flower blooming, and it's refreshing.

With just a small change, the whole person is completely different.

Aya Sonoda made up her mind that when she went back, she would practice this smile, and she must smile like this!

"Sonoda-san, what do you think?" A soft voice pulled Aya Sonoda back from her own world.

She followed the prestige, and Yuexikong's face with a soft smile appeared in front of her eyes, no more than twenty centimeters away.

Aya Sonoda's heartbeat suddenly skipped a beat, and she forced herself to turn her head as if nothing happened, but she couldn't suppress her face, which was already completely boiling.

"Thank you, Yuexi-kun, I like this sketch very much."

Aya Sonoda said softly, her address to Tsukikei Sora had been changed from 'San' to 'Jun'.

"That's good, I'm worried that Sonoda-san will be dissatisfied."

"How so!" Aya Sonoda hurriedly shook her hand, she looked at Yuexikong's face, swallowed her saliva, suddenly bent down, bowed and said, "I have a reluctant request, and I hope that Yuexi-kun can agree!" ”

As a Japanese who writes 'don't cause trouble to others' in her national culture, her next request can be said to be quite rude, especially in the face of a first-time person, but there is no way, she really wants it.

Yue Xikong was a little surprised, this was the first time he had seen this girl, and he didn't know what she wanted to do, so he could only ask: "It's okay, please tell me about it, I will try my best to help." ”

"I hope Yuexi-kun can give me this sketch, or I can buy it with money."

Aya Sonoda's head is bent lower, and her face is even hotter than she can boil eggs.

Since she was a child, boys took the initiative to give her gifts, and it was her first time to ask a boy for a gift.

But she loved the painting so much that she wanted to take it home and hang it on the wall of her bedroom so she could practice smiling at it every day.

Hearing Aya Sonoda's request, Tsukikei couldn't help but chuckle.

"It's not a trouble.,I originally asked Sonoda-san to be my model without authorization.,It should be that I'm bothering Sonoda.,As for the portrait.,Please take it away.,It's the greatest honor to be liked by Sonoda.。

Aya Sonoda, who accepted the canvas, left with a shy face, and the senior sisters who were about to move behind them seized the opportunity one by one to step forward and asked Yuexikong to help them draw a sketch as well.

Yue Xikong looked at the sky outside, and said apologetically to a few girls around him with bright eyes: "I'm very sorry, everyone, I still have some things to do, I really can't stay for long, next time I will make up for you seniors." ”

"Next time, definitely."

In the regretful sighs of the girls, Yuexikong put away the painting tools and left the art department alone.

......

Yuexikong's home lives in Bunkyo District, which is very close to the school and within walking distance.

The three-bedroom apartment is still in the heart of Tokyo's Bunkyo district, which is quite good in this piece of land.

"I'm back." Yuexikong pushed the door open.

No one responded.

He put the schoolbag in his hand on the shoe cabinet next to the entrance and walked straight to the study.

A very simple study room, a wall of bookcases, a long computer desk, an ordinary white plastic chair, and beyond that, there is a large open space.

The open space is what he uses to set up his easel, so naturally it should be empty enough.

The four walls of the study are covered with all kinds of paintings, but on the contrary, there are few books on the wall of the large bookcase, which seems a little lonely.

His attention was drawn to a painting on the table, a full-length portrait.

The painting shows a tall and beautiful woman, even if she is wearing heavy clothes, she can't hide her graceful figure, her snow-white skin is shiny, especially her face, which is obviously full of cold, but it has a charming smell, which is cold and abnormal.

In the lower right corner of the canvas is an inscription "Snow Maiden".

Yuexikong quietly looked at the woman in the painting, and the woman's gaze in the painting seemed to be focused on him.

I don't know how long it took, Yuexikong pulled the corners of his mouth and showed a gentle smile.

"Welcome back, Snow Maiden."