Chapter 356 Go and bring your Mao back! (5k)

"Naoki-kun, is that you?"

Izumi Mio stood in front of the blue figure curiously and waved her 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 just a lot more worried about Natsume Naoki.

It's just that compared to Chizuru Amamiya, who has a straightforward personality and can say anything, she is more reserved.

Useless worries will only make everyone more anxious, so she keeps her worry about Natsume Naoki in her heart. It was not 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 carefully he looked at it, the more Izumi Mio was sure that the little boy in front of him, who was about the same height as Amamiya Chizuru, was what Natsume Naoki looked like when he was a child. His appearance was still childish but his eyes were particularly clear.

Eyes are the windows to the soul, so looks cannot deceive.

Nanami Ye came over and patted her shoulder gently. The moment they looked at each other, he shook his head to comfort her: "What he can't hear is part of the dream."

"Eh?"

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

"So this is something that you, the school doctor, have experienced?" Amamiya Chizuru asked, "It's unbelievable. Isn't this considered a supernatural phenomenon in reality?"

Qihaiye admired her intelligence and ability to immediately discover the problem. She paused and explained: "I must have been drunk ten years ago tonight, and my memory is not very clear, so I always thought it was self-salvation."

Fantasy...but even if it is a supernatural phenomenon, it is not surprising. According to common sense, no one can create such a realistic dream."

Turning to look at the young, translucent blue kid, Qihaiye continued: "Actually, these are dispensable to me. Are they reality or supernatural phenomena... I just want to be awake when I am awake.

It’s enough for me to experience the turning point of my life again in this state and see with my own eyes who pulled me out of the abyss.”

The young Nanami sat on the sofa and cried with her head buried in the night, her shoulders trembling, looking pitiful.

This scene will make anyone feel distressed if they only have the most basic moral ethics.

The young Natsume Naoki walked to her side, stopped in front of the drawing board and looked at the ugly oil painting on it. He stared at it for more than ten seconds, then bent down to pick up the broken paintbrush on the ground and threw it away.

Into the trash can.

Then he gently hugged the young Nanami who was sobbing.

The latter's body trembled, and he cried while living alone, and then he was hugged gently. Anyone else would be shocked, right?

But that small embrace was so warm that Nanami did not raise her head rashly or be overly frightened. Instead, she stopped sobbing in the arms of young Natsume Naoki.

This hug is not out of love between a man and a woman, but rather it feels like a kindergarten kid picking up a trembling kitten huddled in the corner on a rainy day——

The brilliance and warmth of humanity will dispel the cold.

Qihaiye stood aside and watched this scene. Seeing her former self enjoying such a luxurious hug at the lowest point in her life, a trace of envy actually grew in her heart.

How she wanted to try this warm hug again!

My memory was numbed by alcohol, and I actually didn't remember much of what happened today.

She only remembered that she had come out of the trough today, and she still had the warm embrace and the peace of mind held by the little hands.

Under Natsume Naoki's small hug, the young Nanami raised her head and looked at him with eyes blurred by tears and alcohol.

"Who is you?"

The drinking these past few days has left her in a state of confusion, so much so that she can't even see the appearance of the figures close at hand.

There was no answer, and I don't know whether it was because I couldn't explain it or because I couldn't speak.

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

Her hands were not shaking at this moment.

Then he put a brush into Nanamiye's hand and took her hand closer to the drawing board.

"no no……"

Qihaiye shook her head, whimpering as if she was refusing.

Sure enough, the closer the brush came to the drawing board, the more her hands shook, so much so that in the end she couldn't even add color to the oil painting on the drawing board.

The oil paint on the brush was everywhere, and the windows of a group of houses were painted in pieces, making it a mess.

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

Qihaiye murmured in a low voice in pain. When she closed her eyes, countless pictures seemed to flash in her mind——

The little girl wearing a red cotton-padded jacket standing under the big locust tree in Xuecun, the flames soaring into the sky on the highway, and the old man lying in the hospital bed struggling in pain after being unplugged from the ventilator.

As if he was aware of Nanami Ye's current mental state, which was almost collapsed, Natsume Naoki took the brush away from her hand without insisting.

"I'm afraid I'll never be able to draw again." Nanamiye looked at her hands that returned to normal without the brush, and her sadness flowed back into the river.

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

Just when she fell into deep despair, a pencil was handed to her.

Natsume Naoki tore off the oil painting on the drawing board and replaced it with a new piece of sketch paper.

He held Nanami Ye's hand and touched the sketch paper, feeling the uneven texture that was different from other papers.

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

Fingers have the largest number of nerve endings per square centimeter of human skin and can distinguish bumps and vibrations of 0.0002 millimeters. Blind Russian Sergey Fetisov can even distinguish colors through his fingers.

The young Nanami understood a little bit. It seemed that the little guy next to him who couldn't speak wanted to calm down.

She took a deep breath, closed her eyes, and allowed those memories to stimulate her brain, making her temples feel like drums.

Human's five senses are connected, and after closing the vision, the touch of the fingers seems to be more acute.

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

The artist's imagination allowed her to immediately conceive a draft of the human body in her mind.

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

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

But at the same moment, her hands started to tremble uncontrollably.

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

She wanted to break away, her eyes closed tightly and her brows furrowed.

But Natsume Naoki did not let go of her hand. Instead, he held her hand and drew the first stroke on the sketch paper.

The crooked curve resembles the image of a sine function. It's hard to imagine that he originally wanted to draw a straight line with Nanami's hand.

But even so, Natsume Naoki had no intention of giving up. He just held her hand and drew something very lightly, very slowly, one stroke at a time.

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

Although the half-frame of the woman in the painting had messy lines and was not complimentary, she knew exactly what this person was drawing with her hands.

Among the three people watching all this attentively, Izumi Mio was a little curious. She couldn't understand, so she just watched the excitement... She just thought that the painting was a person?

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

It's just that the details are a little too... too realistic.

Izumi Mio's face also turned a little red, and she looked away with a look of embarrassment on her face, not daring to look at it.

She just prayed that she would hurry up and paint the clothes... These painters are really hardworking. Wouldn't painting the clothes cover up all the details of the previous paintings?

Why not just draw the clothes?

Amamiya Chizuru widened her eyes, pointed at the painting, and turned to look at Nanamiye with a look of disbelief on her face: "Drawing such immoral things at such a warm moment, has this really happened to you, school doctor? Why are you here?

Draw a notebook?!"

Izumi Mio realized it later and looked slightly startled: "Ah? Book? I didn't plan to draw clothes!"

Nanami smiled and said nothing, as if she didn't want to explain the inspiring moment when a boy helped a young female artist who was at a slump to get back on her feet, and why she drew pornographic line drawings.

Amamiya Chizuru looked at Naoki Natsume, who had a serious look on his face, and shook his fist: "Wow! Is he already an old man at such a young age? What kind of things are in his head! At such a young age?

Started reading the book? He... can he understand it? Does he... react? "

"It's not his fault." Qihaiye finally couldn't help it anymore and touched the tip of his nose, seeming a little embarrassed.

This was the first time Chizuru Amamiya and Mio Izumi met the school doctor who was a little embarrassed.

"These postures and line drawings are actually my previous works... When I first started learning painting, I mistakenly believed the rumor that the fastest way to learn human body is to follow pornographic books, so I bought a few books and copied them at home. The books and

I hid all the line drawings under the bed, and this little guy probably dug them out secretly when he came to play with Mao."

Qihaiye said softly: "Don't look at these paintings with strange eyes. Over the years, I have been thinking about this question, why did he ask me to draw these human body line drawings... Later I figured it out, he wanted me to

I found my original intention and dream of learning painting. Holding my hand is like the teacher who once taught me to paint stroke by stroke. Drawing these human bodies one by one is helping me remember when I first started learning to draw.

of hardship and effort.”

After a pause, Nanamiye looked at Natsume Naoki with a serious expression, her voice was soft and grateful: "I don't know why he appeared in Tokyo with such an image, and I don't understand what all this is about, but

He really saved me today."
To be continued...