[The ambiguous lies that came out of the girl's mouth became more and more unspeakable, and you pinched her cheek, stopped her from making up nonsense, and taught her a lesson with a little pain. 】

[Your actions are exactly what the girl wants, she is happy to get your closeness, so that Ling, who had intentionally not touched her cheek before, broke the precept she had set. 】

[You look at her smiling face, and you think, maybe from the first time you meet again, what the girl longs for is to restore the previous relationship and return to the past closeness. 】

[She learned the debauched words spoken in the TV series, not stained with eroticism, nor deception, she was like a child who said that she would climb up to the sky along the rain curtain, and her words were flawless innocence. 】

[The rain is getting heavier and heavier, and there is no tendency to stop for a while, Moyou asks you if you want to run home hand in hand. 】

[You rejected her offer, went to your master's house to hide from the rain, and borrowed two umbrellas. 】

[In front of the house, there are no trees and walls on the uphill road, and the wind blowing from the sea makes the stones on the side of the road rattle, you warn Moyou to hold on to the umbrella in your hand firmly and not to be swept away by the wind. 】

[Your reminder erases the possibility that she pretended that the umbrella was blown away by the wind and went under your umbrella, and the girl glanced at you dissatisfiedly and walked to the front. 】

[The umbrella in her hand is very stable, but you are inexperienced, and you almost snatched the umbrella by the wind. 】

[When you get home, you take out the easel from the bedroom, support it under the verandah, and the girl sits behind you, holding a delicate and immature face, watching you paint. You're drawing a courtyard in the rain. 】

[On a whim, she ran under the rain curtain and asked you to draw her in the painting, the rain was damp, but her smiling face was bright. You tug her by the mouth and pull her back under the eaves. 】

[Your clothes are all wet, and you have taken a shower and changed into dry clothes. 】

[You feel that today's girl is a little excited, you think, maybe it's because of you, you don't know whether it's good or bad, although you have understood that the girl's feelings for you are not straightforward love, but, only in academia, in illusory theory, there is a clear vocabulary of emotion, the emotions in reality are often vague, unable to make an accurate definition, longing and recollection, can also give birth to the idea of staying together forever. 】

[The rain continued into the night, and after dinner, the rain was lighter, but the thunder was louder. 】

[You lie on the bed in the bedroom, quietly listening to the rain and thunder outside the window, thinking about the girl's movements, words and gestures, thinking about how to draw the girl's painting that struck a few days ago. 】

[The door of your bedroom was pushed open, and Moyou stood by the door holding the pillow, saying that she was afraid of thunder and wanted to sleep next to you. 】

You rejected her. When I was a child, you asked the young Moyu on a thunderstorm, and the girl's answer was what to be afraid of. 】

[Before you know it, you've been on the island of Utajima for a month, and your mother sends you a message asking how you're doing, and you realize that you've passed the recuperation period. 】

[You are ready to use time to correct the girl's feelings about you, to dissolve the sugar coating of the girl's memories, you have failed, and the girl's closeness to you has not only not decreased, but also increased day by day. 】

[Your pre-determined tour guide asks you when to continue the next journey. 】

[You hesitate for a long time, reply to him, and in a week you will go back to Osaki, ready to go.] 】

[You have finished painting the surface of the sea, and the rain in the yard will be finished in a few days. You are going to give one of these two paintings to Sakuragaoka's peers, and the other to Moyu as a parting gift. 】

[You decided to tell Moyou the news when the rain courtyard painting was completed.] It's your procrastination. 】

[You feel sad because of parting, so you spend more energy on painting, and use color to erase your faint sadness. 】

[Your escape has reduced the time for you to escape, and you can draw it in just one day.] 】

[At the dinner table the next day, you are going to tell Moyu the date of her departure. 】

[Before you speak, the girl told you something, she said, there is a small test this Friday, and she has to concentrate and prepare for this test. 】

[Your words are hard to say, you don't want to affect the girl's exam because of your own affairs. There are two more days left on Friday, and you want to wait until Saturday. 】

[After Friday, Mo Yu said that there is a painting contest in Sakuragaoka, and next week is the deadline for registration, and she doesn't have a satisfactory painting yet, so she must draw a satisfactory painting this week.] 】

[She pulls out her old drawings and asks for your advice.] 】

[Although you already know from her words that she studied art when she was a child, you are still surprised that she persevered in the path of painting, and in your memory, the strongest place for a girl is in the field of knowledge, not the field of art. 】

[You look at her paintings, admire her brushstrokes and use of color, you forget about leaving for a moment because of these surprises, and when you look back you have answered her request to instruct her to paint a satisfactory picture.] 】

[You had to adjust the date of departure, you apologized to the tour guide and postponed the trip. 】

[When Moyou was a child, you told her family that you wanted to teach her to paint, but in fact, you only taught her some basics, and the girl's time to start painting was only a handful, and the time was spent on housework, farming, and chatting with you. 】

[I've been in Utajima for more than a month, and Moyu has only watched you draw, and has never painted by herself. 】

[There is a strange feeling in your heart, you are close to the girl, but your painting and the girl's painting seem to be a parallel line. 】

[The girl asked for leave from school, concentrated on painting, and finally handed in her painting the day before the registration deadline. 】

[What she painted is your room.] 】

[The blue quilt lies quietly on the bed, covered in the sunlight shining in the window, the shadow of the bed falls on the floor, covering most of the slippers, only two small toes remain, poking into the golden light, the water glass, tablet and laptop on the desk are placed at random, and a T-shirt hangs on the back of the chair......]

[There is no trace of you in the room, but the quilt is a little messy, the slippers are not neatly arranged, the water in the water glass, the screen lit up by the tablet and laptop, and the clothes on the back of the chair all reveal your existence. 】

[The girl's name for this painting is very straightforward - Yuki's room.] 】

[The day after the painting was finished, you got out of bed.] In order to guide the girl, you got up early. 】

[You think that the painting director has passed and that you will leave this island.] 】

[It's your wishful thinking, the girl breaks into your room, snatches your quilt, pulls your hand, and drags you up. 】

[You follow her to the living room in a daze, and the drawing board is covered with a new canvas.] 】

[She said that Yuki's room was not perfect enough, and she wanted to paint a more beautiful picture.] 】

[She didn't say that she wanted you to stay in Songshima, and you haven't said anything about leaving, but her demeanor, her words and eyes are all holding you. 】

You have postponed the day of departure again. You think, if you teach a girl to paint for another month, you should make up for the master-apprentice relationship when you were a child. 】

In the process of teaching the girl, you discovered something. Mo You has no talent for painting, in her paintings, there is no trace of her own style, she is imitating you. 】

[You breathe a sigh of relief, if it is a girl's decathlon, you will be afraid. 】

[Even if you don't have that talent, as long as the girl goes down the road of painting, she can also become a master-level figure, and the vast majority of painters have never reached the stage of competing for talent in their lives. So you didn't persuade her. 】

[Another month has passed, and you, who are about to leave, have encountered a new round of events, and the evaluation of the painting competition is about to be completed. 】

[You wait a few more days for the results of the selection.] 】

[The girl's painting won the gold medal, and the award was presented in the auditorium of the downtown art museum.] 】

[You look at the online post, the excellent works of this competition, and feel puzzled. 】

[In your opinion, Mo You's painting that won the Gold Award lacks some skill than the painting that won the Silver Award, and is only slightly better than the one that won the Bronze Award. After all, the girl didn't spend all her time painting, she learned painting late, and she lacked the guidance of a famous teacher, so she was already gifted to be able to paint to this extent on her own. 】

[You don't understand, why it was Moyou who won the gold award, not the silver award. You think, maybe it's because of the judges' preferences, art is a subjective field, and personal feelings take a lot of weight. Mo You's painting and the silver award's painting are just a little worse, and the gap is not widened, and it is normal to meet judges who like her style, and it is normal to rank higher. 】

[Is that really the case?] 】

[You carefully look at the display of excellent works again, except for the gold and silver medal paintings, the other rankings are very fair. 】

[You glance at the names of the two award-winning works, and you have the answer in your heart, and this answer makes you dumbfounded.] 】

[Silver Award: Sakura Koike "Puddle Under the Cherry Tree"; Gold Award: Mayu Asagiri "Yuki's Room". 】

[Staring at the word Yuki for a while, you pinched the bridge of your nose. 】

[Sure enough, a few minutes later, the painter who gave you the key to the dock studio called you and asked you if you were going to the award ceremony, and asked the middle school students who won the award this time if they had the honor of receiving the trophy from you personally.] 】

[You agreed, and asked the other party to revise the ranking of the awards, and the one who won the silver award was brought up to the gold award, and the bronze award was replaced by the silver award, and so on. 】

[On the stage of the awards, your appearance surprised the people in the art circle present, especially the four who won the gold, silver and bronze awards. 】

[The whole auditorium was in an uproar because of your appearance, and it was quiet after a while.] 】

[You awarded medals and trophies to the four of them, and the medals will remain in their school's art room, and the trophies belong to them.] 】

[The girl who was almost taken to the gold medal by Moyu is in her third year of high school this year, and her father is one of the few who entertained you when you came to Sakuragaoka. 】

[Because of the faint guilt in your heart, you said a few more words to her, praised and pointed out her paintings. 】

[When I got home, Moyou was very angry. 】

Memory scenes appear.

After presenting the award, Moyu handed the medal to the accompanying teacher, took the trophy and returned to Utashima with Minami Yuki. Along the way, the girl didn't say a word, turned her head from time to time, glanced at Nan Yuki, and turned back again.

Nan Yuxi didn't care about her little awkwardness, he was thinking about how to mention leaving, he had been delaying it for a long time.

When he got home, he sat at the low table in the living room, trying to reminisce about his two months in Utashima, but after reviewing it, he realized that something was wrong.

Don't mention the previous things.,Just talk about this painting.,The girl deliberately concealed the information that she learned to paint.。

In his first month in Utajima, he didn't see the girl draw once. The girl comes home every day after school, she can't paint at school, if she doesn't paint at home, where does she get the painting experience, where can she draw the gold medal? She deliberately stopped practicing painting.

He looked at Mo You in the yard, the girl was holding her clothes, the back of her head was towards him, and she walked away quickly.

Why did the girl hide the painting?

The question is simple because the answer has already been given.

If Nan Yuki had known that the girl had learned to draw, she would have started to guide the girl early, and the girl would have drawn works that could be contested early. That way, he wouldn't be left behind because of the drawing competition.

He also thought about the girl saying that he was his fiancé, about the key to the studio by the pier, and about the cunning that the girl showed in the days she spent with him.

He thought that in this evening, the girl would definitely give a new reason.

The dusk sun sank into the ripples of the sea, and the sky was completely dark, and the stars were dotted on the black cloth.

Mo Yu walked out of the kitchen, only one dish in her hand, and she placed the porcelain plate in front of Nan Yuki.

"Dinner, let's eat quickly." She feigned coldness.

Nan Yuxi lowered her head, and there was only a palm-sized cucumber on the plate: "It's not a bean sprout, should I be moved?" ”

Bean sprouts are something that only the two of them know, and the stalk born from the experience when he was a child, Mo You smiled lightly and made a straight face.

"Because Yuki talked to the woman for three minutes and only talked to me for thirteen seconds, so punish Yuki for only eating cucumbers." She was as serious as a judge reading the verdict.

"What I said to Moyou, it adds up to the unit of Tian, right?"

"It's different, I want it in the auditorium!"

The girl's words changed: "However, if Yuki hugs me, I will forgive Yuki and make Yuki's favorite hamburger meat." ”

"Then I'll eat cucumbers." Minami Yuki picked up the cucumber on the plate and took a bite, and the taste was crisp.

"Hmm——!" Mo You took a breath, puffed out her cheeks on both sides, and glared at the man in front of her.

Minami Yuki turned away from her.

The girl walked up to him and sat down, leaned her back into his arms, and tried to get into his arms hard, but Nan Yuki moved her ass to the side, and the girl couldn't restrain herself and fell on her back on the floor.

"Cucumbers are good, little pufferfish." Minami Yuki poked the girl's bulging face with the other end of the cucumber.

"It's not a pufferfish!" The girl exhaled the breath out of her mouth.

She gave up the hug, got up, and walked into the kitchen with heavy steps, bringing out the real dinner.

Yuki Minami sandwiches a piece of her favorite hamburger and puts it on top of the rice.

During the meal, both of them were silent, Nan Yuki was observing Mo You, and Mo You was aware of what Nan Yuki wanted to say, and she was aware that Nan Yuki knew her intentions.

After quickly finishing a bowl of rice, Nan Yuki put down the dishes and chopsticks, ready to say goodbye.

"I ......"

"Wait!" Mo Yu hurriedly put down the bowl and interrupted Nan Yuki's words.

Minami Yuki didn't pause, he continued, "I'm ready to leave. ”

"No way!" The girl stood up, her foot hit the low table, the rice bowl shook, and the chopsticks rolled off the table and onto the floor.

She tightened the hem of her clothes with both hands, and said, "It will be my birthday soon, and my brother will stay here and spend my birthday with me!" ”

"I'll come over on the day of Moyu's birthday." Yuki Minami continued.

"I don't want it!" The girl threw herself at Nan Yuki's side, her arms wrapped tightly around his waist.