Tokyo life starting with painting

In 2003, on the streets of Shibuya Station in Tokyo, Japan.

Two or three little girls wearing blue and white high school uniforms were gathering together, chattering excitedly.

"Look, the painting guy over there is quite good-looking, Mizi, why don't you go up and ask for a phone number?"

There was a friend next to him who was encouraging Aiko with a smile.

"Huh?" Aisho Mizi looked away from the small yellow book in her hand, still muttering: "I still have a boyfriend, and you ask me to ask for someone else's phone number? Is this ridiculous?"

"Maybe you'll fall in love with Miko at first sight? It's really beautiful. I feel like a star in a movie."

"How is it possible to fall in love with someone when you meet them? What do you think of my love?"

Aishi Yazi was not convinced and said something back to the other party, but her eyes subconsciously glanced in the direction pointed by her little friend.

She couldn't move her eyes away as she looked at it. After a while, she sighed from the bottom of her heart -

Really handsome.

The boy my friend was pointing at was probably a street painter. At this time, he was staring at the blank drawing board in front of him with all his concentration. His wrists were swishing and he was moving the brush very decisively and steadily, which made people feel pleasing to the eye.

Of course, Aiko does not understand painting skills and has no interest in painting.

But maybe because of the fact that serious boys are particularly handsome, her eyes seemed to be attracted by a magnet and she couldn't move away.

The other party has a healthy white complexion, short hair, slightly curled at the ends, a delicate face with deep facial features, and gentle and clean eyes.

But apart from these, what attracted Aiko Yako's attention the most was the unwarranted sense of confidence she felt from the other person.

This sense of confidence is particularly eye-catching in the crowd.

People come and go at Shibuya Station.

There was even a female photographer among the crowd who couldn't help but secretly clicked the shutter on this handsome and confident boy. Her eyes were not much different from those of boys looking at beautiful women.

"how is it going?"

"Go! Go! Mizi! Don't let the wealth go to outsiders. Even if you have a boyfriend, the rest of us are still single."

The friends next to her were laughing and encouraging Aishiko's emotions.

Aiko is the most beautiful girl among them. She looks sunny and cute. As long as she smiles, she will win her over.

Doesn’t the fertilizer flow to outsiders?

Aiko muttered in her heart.

This reason barely made her conscience bearable——

This is not considered cheating, at most it is creating opportunities for my best friend!

Aisho Mizi made an excuse for herself, and then walked over with small steps, carrying her shoulder bag with peace of mind, like a proud little peacock.

She is also considered a veteran in love! It's not a problem to feel like you've got the other person swooning.

When it was almost one or two meters close to the 'target'.

The handsome and handsome boy who was drawing suddenly showed a smiling face from behind the drawing board. At the same time, he smiled and nodded at her and said, "Hello."

He had a very beautiful smile, which made people feel like they were in a spring breeze.

This unexpected greeting caught Aishiyako off guard, and her little heart beat violently due to the pure smile.

She blushed and said hello in a low voice, her peacock-like pride also inexplicably relieved:

"Hello, what are you doing?"

This question was obviously unnecessary, as the other party could tell at a glance that he was painting.

Aiko also realized that she had said the wrong thing. She waved her hands in panic and couldn't help but said: "Sorry, that's me."

"It's okay." The boy smiled politely and said at the same time: "When it comes to the topic of painting, it's a long story."

He paused, "Are you willing to listen?"

Perhaps it was the convincing appeal in the other person's voice that made Aiko couldn't help but nod subconsciously.

"There is a girl who has been chasing me for five years, but I rejected her love twice."

"Why?"

Aishoyako originally thought it was a cliched love talk, but she didn't expect that such a sentence suddenly came out of the other party's mouth.

The boy seemed to be lost in memories. "She said she missed me a few days ago, but she didn't expect that she actually flew all the way from Osaka to Tokyo yesterday to see me."

So romantic

Aiko is a relatively pure high school girl who particularly likes this kind of clean and romantic love. She couldn't help but ask:

"Then what?"

"This time I didn't reject her. She cried like a child. Maybe this is it."

"Wow, is that why you came out to draw?" Aishiko exclaimed and asked in return.

In order to support the girl and sell paintings, the two of them depended on each other in Tokyo. This is too romantic.

"No." The boy smiled and waved his hand: "I just want to say that maybe this is what boys call bragging."

Then he added: "It's true to sell paintings."

"" Only then did Aiseko realize that she had been teased by the other party.

She had an angry expression on her face, but she also felt a little closer to the boy she had just met.

Under the boy's feet is a wooden board with writing on it.

A painting costs 5,000 yuan.

At his feet are various paintings, including oil paintings, stylus pen sketches, traditional Japanese ukiyo-e hand paintings, and even Chinese ink paintings - but most of them are pencil sketches.

These paintings of various shapes were placed on the ground, and the only thing Aishiyako felt was that they were 'good-looking'.

She doesn't know any painting techniques, nor does she understand white space, nor does she understand the shadows, she doesn't understand anything. She just looks at it intuitively and it looks very beautiful.

I feel that none of the art teachers in the school are as good-looking as this boy’s paintings.

Most of these paintings are stamped and bear his name in the lower right corner.

"Higashinoji."

As Miko read this name, she felt that it sounded easy to pronounce.

She looked at the neatly arranged paintings on the ground and thought it would be okay to buy them and hang them up.

But 5,000 yen

This is not a small amount for a high school student like her.

She thought about it, and finally clasped her small purse and said, "Can you please Mr. Higashino to draw a picture for me?"

"Okay." Higashinoji smiled and said: "But I think she is only a high school student, right? 5,000 yen is the adult price, which is a bit too expensive for you. She is also so beautiful, so I will I’ll charge you 2,500 yuan.”

She looks so beautiful.

This is an ordinary compliment, and Aishiyako hears it from boys in the same grade every day.

But for the very good-looking Higashinoji, the effect would be different.

Although she was tired of hearing those words, Aishiyako's little heart skipped a beat, and she said 'hmm' with a red face.

Being good-looking is a real privilege, and 2,500 yen is a rip-off price, but this is what Aiko Yiko accepts.

Higashino took the drawing board off the easel and laid out a new piece of paper: "I wonder what the lady wants me to draw?"

"Can I still specify the content?"

Aiko was slightly surprised again.

Generally speaking, this kind of paid street painting is just to draw your head - if you are exhausted, just draw an upper body.

After all, it is faster and more convenient to make money.

But listening to the meaning in Higashinoji's words, it seems that he can also specify the content.

"Well, that's about it, but I'm a little worried." Higashino looked a little hesitant.

"Worried?" Aiseko was confused.

"Miss, you are so beautiful. I'm worried that I won't be able to portray that youthful and bright feeling."

Higashikata smiled again and said.

This is undoubtedly a joke again.

Aisheng Mizi's face turned red and she was speechless for a long time.

She had quite a lot of love experience among her peers, but she was not of the same rank in front of Higashinoji, and she was completely disgraced when she was killed.

"Then could you please draw a full-length sketch of me?"

Aishiyako was teased and lowered her head, looking weak and easy to bully.

This completely throws her own words, "What do you think of my love?" directly into the back of her mind.

"Full-length portrait? Do you need a background?"

Higashinoji didn't continue teasing.

After all, work is work, and he is not a cowherd. It is enough to flirt with girls verbally.

He lowered his head and asked, and then started to work directly. He moved his wrist and moved the pen quickly and steadily. He looked extremely experienced. With just a few strokes, the overall outline of Aiko Miko was already vividly displayed on the paper.

"It's okay, no need for background." Aiko Miiko said hurriedly.

"I understand." Higashino nodded with a smile.

He seems to have a natural sense of intimacy, and he is also funny and talkative. He can attract many women just by smiling.

At least while he was sketching, several female college students who were shopping in Shibuya came over to chat with him.

Among them, there were two or three female college students who were prepared to pay for Higashinoji's help in painting.

But Higashikata smiled and refused.

These Japanese female college students who came out to play were most likely eyeing his face.

Painting is fake, but talking about a big business worth hundreds of millions with him at night is real.

Japanese people are very indifferent to sex. Girls who come out to play and strike up conversations are all experienced. I don’t know how many boys they have eaten.

It's easier to get along with a high school girl like Aiko who doesn't understand anything.

But even if he refused, Higashinoji managed it very well, not being too close, not too distant, and smiling and chatting throughout the whole process.

From a distance, it looks like he stepped on several boats without capsizing.

An old captain.

"Okay, Miss Yako. Come and take a look. If there are any shortcomings, I can correct them in time."

After Higashino finished the painting, he made way for Aiko.

"Okay, Higashino-kun."

In the previous communication, Aishiyako had already raised her title to a higher level, and was able to address her with the suffix "jun".

She couldn't wait to come to the drawing board to see how Higashino's drawing was going.

But when she saw it, she couldn't move any further.

Not ugly.

But it’s so pretty!

Even Aiko was confused.

It's obviously a very standard sketch, but the face on it is still my own. It's round when it should be, flat when it should be, not much has changed, but I don't know why it just looks good!

Yes, it's the same face, but the one painted by Higashinoji looks like special effects have been added, and it's so beautiful that the female college students watching nearby all cheered.

Different from the things painted by the art teacher in school, the paintings under Higashinoji's hands have an indescribable flavor.

The love child in the painting has short hair, a sailor uniform, and a navy blue midi-length skirt. There is a little pride in her eyes that cannot be let go. She is very vivid, and she seems to look at others with a superior gaze.

Eye corners, face shape, posture, movements.

With just a few strokes, Aiko felt that her cunning and proud self seemed to be watching her with a smile in the painting.

the most important is.

Just looking at this painting, Aiseko felt an indescribable feeling of happiness and tranquility in her heart.

She is a fresh graduate. Not only does she have to deal with homework every day, she also has to find time to go to cram schools, which is extremely stressful.

But I don’t know why, but looking at this sketch, the pressure that had been building up in my heart suddenly dissipated a lot.

Aiko was stunned as she watched it, and it wasn't until her friend came over that she reluctantly woke her up.

She was surprised and confused, and then she heard Higashinoji's concerned voice:

"Miss, what's wrong?"

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