Tokyo Girlfriend Illustrated Book

In the days after the Golden Week, Hojo Kyosuke still lived a life of intoxication and dreams. The only thing that could be considered serious every day was to catch Kato Megumi from a nearby city to make up for a week of lessons.

The days on the shore of Lake Kawaguchi were leisurely. I don't know if it was because I could see a big mountain blocking my eyes every day when I woke up. In short, it was hard for Hojo Kyousuke to cheer up. He was so lazy that he couldn't stand it anymore, so he could only run to the lake with a bamboo knife and swing it wildly at Mount Fuji.

Yukinoshita Yukino was sitting by the window on the second floor, holding a cup of black tea and looking at the crazy figure by the lake through the rising heat.

Every time the man swung the sword with all his strength, the bamboo sword bent. As she watched, a thought came to Xueno's mind unknowingly:

Hojo, he could literally cut Mount Fuji in half.

Then she told Mikiko Hojo about her troubles and worries:

"Has Hojo lost his mind?"

Across the table, the mother, who was leaning against the back of her chair and squinting to enjoy the midday sun, turned her head in surprise, then smiled slightly and touched her daughter, who was sleeping in her arms, like a cat.

"Maybe?"

The mother smiled even wider without explaining. He just moved his eyes slightly downward, from the clouds in the sky to his son, to Glass, Xueye and others under the umbrella not far away.

Every time Hojo Kyosuke ran out to practice swordsmanship, Glass, Yukino, Miki and others would prepare a bunch of snacks and drinks such as cookies, sit under an umbrella not far from Hojo, and look at the mountains. , looking at the lake and looking at his boy.

When Hojo Kyosuke gets tired, he will come over and pick up the barley tea at the right temperature and drink it all in one gulp. Nishimiya Glass will stand up first and wipe the sweat from his forehead and neck with a white towel.

The only thing that the girls regretted was that Kyousuke was still wearing a vest. Although the exposed muscles of shoulders and arms are also very pleasing to the eye, they are still not as calm as when they are at home.

Mitsuha Miyamizu would occasionally come over to practice together, or play against Hojo Kyosuke. The figures of the two wielding swords against Mount Fuji were reflected in the water. The wind caused by the bamboo sword disturbed the water waves, as if splitting Mount Fuji on the water.

In a daze, Mount Fuji in their eyes seemed to have turned into a comet falling from the sky.

Probably, having no choice but to run away in embarrassment when facing Diamat will become a lifelong regret for both of them. Fortunately, none of them are crazy. They know that if they really use their swords to meet him, they will only turn into gray, so they don't have any obsession.

On the third floor of the villa, there is also an open window, and a wooden easel is placed diagonally there. The bright white sunlight shines on the drawing paper, revealing a few pencil marks.

Yinglili sat on a high chair, her feet just enough to touch the ground.

Although she was painting, she was not wearing a green sportswear combat uniform at this moment. Instead, she was wearing a light green dress. A section of her white feet was exposed, and her little feet were wearing a pair of white bubble shoes. Her golden hair was pulled into a bun on top of her head and fixed with a pencil.

Such a girl with such an attitude shocked Yotsuba, Sayaka and others who had already become familiar with her and barely managed to see her true face. They secretly observed her at the door of the room when they had nothing to do all day.

"I always feel that Ms. Sawamura is so scary that people are afraid to touch her now. Even taking a peek at her will make her feel guilty."

Sayaka said this, and her words were unanimously recognized by Takimoto Kyoko, Yuzuru and others. She said that Yinglili now seemed to be possessed by an alien. Not to mention playing tricks on her for fun, she even dared not speak if she wanted to ask her to go out to play.

Miyamizu Yotsuba, who has been smart since childhood, thought for a moment and came to a conclusion.

"This is probably the aristocratic temperament!"

The little girl said seriously.

"oh--!!"

Sayaka and the others nodded in conviction, but they exclaimed louder, accidentally disturbing the elegant girl inside. The moment those blue crystal-like eyes looked over, the few birds and beasts at the door immediately dispersed.

But after a while, Nishimiya Yuzuru, who looked unhappy, was dragged by Nishimiya Yaeko's hand back to the door of Eiriri's room.

Nishimiya's mother stood at the door and observed for a moment, and found that Miss Sawamura inside had actually transformed into a living person as Yuzuru and the others said. Not only does he not look like a funny character at all, he is also full of the profound temperament of an artist.

She looked at the blond girl by the window and felt that even if she was just holding a pencil and staring at the drawing board without moving, she was full of an indescribable aristocratic temperament.

Awesome, that’s it!

Because of herself and various messy factors, one of her two daughters was too introverted and timid, and the other was like a little boy. This has always been a pain in Nishimiya Yaeko's heart. Now the eldest daughter can take steps bravely, but the younger daughter is more like a boy.

When she was considering Yuzuru's junior high school, she considered whether to send her younger daughter to Sakura's girls' school. But then she saw Sakura's appearance after studying, and she reluctantly chose to give up.

But now... Miss Sawamura's flexible switching of dual forms, I wonder if it can be copied to Yuzuru?

Isn't it perfect to have the liveliness of a boy and the tranquility of a girl?

So she politely knocked on the open door, and after getting permission, she dragged her daughter in and asked if she could let Yuzuru help with odd jobs here.

"…This child has loved art since she was young. It's rare for her to meet an artist like Miss Sawamura. I wonder if I can let her watch from the side."

Hearing this, Eriri, who had already changed her form, did not feel uncomfortable at all. She just raised her lips slightly and showed a reserved smile. Her pointed chin gently nodded on her snow-white neck, which was as elegant as a swan.

So Yuzuru, with a confused look on his face, sat on Eriri's bed and began to watch Eriri painting with his eyes empty.

But what made Yuzuru strange was that the drawing board and the people were facing the window to sketch, and even the angle of view was the angle where Kyosuke could be seen at a glance, but the strange thing was that Eriri's painting did not have Mount Fuji, nor Kyosuke practicing swords by the lake, but an ancient building with a vague outline.

"It's a shrine, Izusan Shrine."

The light voice scared Yuzuru, and she quickly moved her eyes to Eriri's face.

The blonde sister had a peaceful smile on her face that she had never seen before, and her eyes were calm and gentle.

For some reason, Yuzuru shuddered.

This, this, this...

Could Eriri really be controlled by aliens?

In all the days they had spent together, Yuzuru had seen Eriri picking her feet while watching cartoons and laughing, had seen Eriri drinking Coke with a straw while shouting about toothache, had seen Eriri with a stomachache that made her face pale, had seen Eriri rolling on the ground and playing tricks...

But he had never seen Eriri with a calm and gentle face, and with an elegant and noble aura all over her body.

This was too scary!

Yuzuru was so scared that his face turned pale, but Eriri, who had become a "painting genius", "approachable", "super nice", and "noble lady", came over, gently held her hand, and asked her softly what was wrong.

Yuzuru's head was almost like a rattle, and he stammered that it was because he was so surprised to see Eriri drawing for the first time.

Miss Sawamura Spencer smiled gently, raised her hand and touched the little sister's head, and at the end, she considerately brushed away the hair that blocked her forehead.

"I remember that you are very good at taking pictures, Yuzuru? I saw it at the beach in Atami, and the pictures were all very good."

The girl said softly, and then began to talk about painting from the perspective of photography. Although I know nothing about cameras, lenses, angles, and composition are all connected. In other words, photographers have to improve their aesthetics and photography skills by constantly watching excellent paintings. So although Nishimiya Yaeko's real purpose is not this, Eriri can indeed teach Yuzuru a lot.

Hearing about something he likes, Yuzuru, who used to only take pictures of dead animals to scare his sister, now also learned to take pictures of his sister's smile, was also attracted. He followed Eriri to the window, used the window frame as a frame, and talked about aesthetics.

"…Like Kyosuke now, compared to the vast lake and the even larger Mount Fuji, he is not very noticeable at all. To be honest, facing this kind of scenery, it is best and most convenient to just focus on how to show the magnificence of nature. But our protagonist is only Kyosuke, right?"

"…"

Yuzuru thought to himself, why didn't I know that Kyosuke-kun would become the protagonist?

Eriri raised her hand, her white arm glowed like ivory, her thumbs and index fingers on both hands formed a rectangle, and she squinted her left eye slightly to look at the frame between her fingers.

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"...Strong contrast! If you want to shoot a tiny person with a grand back view, you must have a strong contrast."

She looked at the boy in her "frame" and murmured like a dream:

"A ray of light from behind, a gaze."

"The whole picture shows a strong tendency, which makes it easy for people to understand that this painting is described from the perspective of a girl.

Mount Fuji in the distance is towering into the clouds, but in her eyes, it is not as strong and tall as the boy by the lake.

The painter's will is integrated into the painting, forcing the viewers to cast their eyes on Kyosuke, so that they can understand that no matter how beautiful Mount Fuji is, it cannot take the girl's eyes away from the boy for a second..."

Yuzuru, who listened silently, imitated Eriri's actions and looked at Kyosuke below.

Even though she hadn't seen "that painting" yet, she seemed to have felt the strong emotion under the influence of the whispers in her ears, and her eyes were uncontrollably imprinted on Kyosuke.

Suddenly, Eriri's clear voice stopped, she turned her head and looked at Yuzuru with a smile:

"Hehe~~ Of course, this is the most basic method. Although it cannot be said to be low-level, if you want to become a great painter, this method of playing with people's hearts with skills should be used as little as possible, otherwise you will become a gloomy woman with long black hair, red eyes and a white headband all day long."

"..."

Yuzuru, who was suddenly pulled out of the artistic conception, was a little uncomfortable, but when he heard this, he couldn't help but pull the corners of his mouth speechlessly.

I said, my Eriri sister, why don't you just use the name of Kasumigaoka sister, are you afraid of having the same name?

But the next second she felt light all over, yes, this is the familiar Eriri!

But as if it was an illusion, Eriri, who was still cricketing Kasumigaoka Utaha in the last second, started talking about painting in the next second.

And maybe what she said when she was teaching Yuzuru just now inspired her. She took down the drawing board in front of her, neatly replaced it with another drawing board with blank drawing paper, and then held a pencil to draw on it.

Slender pencil, slender fingers, white sunlight sprinkled from Eriri's fingers, leaving golden traces on the drawing paper.

Elegant, too elegant.

Nishimiya Yuzuru was amazed. She was also holding a paintbrush, but Eriri at this moment was completely different from the Eriri who was working painfully the night before.

She held the pencil like a conductor of a symphony orchestra holding a baton, and the ink marks were smoothly constructed into what she wanted.

The only thing that was the same was her speed of drawing. When Yuzuru was still immersed in the painting technique that was simply art itself, a complete scene had already appeared on the drawing paper.

That was everything outside the window at this moment, but it was definitely not the scenery that ordinary people could see, but everything in the eyes of the girl named Sawamura Spencer Eriri.

Although it is just the simplest pencil sketch, the height of Mount Fuji is vividly expressed, so magnificent that it seems to be erupting. Lake Kawaguchi is also infinitely extended, becoming as infinite as the Milky Way. And these two only appear as the most insignificant background of the whole painting, and the only soul is the little man who was completed with just a few strokes.

But!

Strong personal emotions! Emotions that almost overflow from the paper!

As the girl said before, even if she doesn't use any techniques such as highlights to spit out Hojo Kyosuke, as long as she looks over, as long as she pays attention, no matter how grand the background is, then Kyosuke at this moment is the only protagonist. Whoever comes to see this painting, the first thing they see is definitely not Mount Fuji or Lake Kawaguchi, but the tiny Hojo Kyosuke!

Nishimiya Yuzuru has already opened his mouth wide. Although he has repeatedly heard from his sister that sister Eriri is a very great and talented artist, she really can't remember this matter because of their daily interactions.

And now...

Looking at Eriri who was sharpening the pencil again and carefully studying Kyosuke's back like a sculpture, she was deeply shocked. She also understood why her sister was so good and kept working hard.

She subconsciously turned her head and looked at Kyosuke below.

The man's muscular arms were shiny because they were covered with sweat, and a graceful woman in a black long skirt was swaying her slender waist and holding a glass of green drink towards Kyosuke.

"Pah!"

The sudden sound scared Yuzuru. She turned her head and found that Eriri, who had an elegant and peaceful face just now, had broken the pencil and was looking down with gritted teeth.

"Xia! Zhi! Qiu! Shi! Yu——!! Didn't you say you were going to write in seclusion? It's only been a short while and you can't help but have a fever again!?"

Two streams of visible hot air blew out of the girl's small nose, and then, in front of Yuzuru's stunned expression, the blonde lady leaned most of her body out of the window and shouted loudly down.

Where is the elegance of an artist? (End of this chapter)