Getting rid of the flashing colors in her pupils, Shimizu Tetsu casually set his eyes on the coast, but remembering the words she had just said seriously.

A real writer?

"It's so good."

While still guessing the meaning behind her words, she was awakened by a sudden sigh.

"What?"

Kiyoshi Shimizu turned around and found that Nanami had returned to calmness, and was squinting his eyes and looking at the position he was looking at.

There, the newlyweds who were snuggling together. The camera team also scattered in front of them, with the two holding reflectors, and the remaining one holding the camera constantly adjusting the angle.

"It's there, it's rare to see people coming to take wedding photos on the coast of Otaru."

I thought she was referring to the two people in the camera, but I didn't expect that she had misunderstood her. Shimizu Tetsu shook her head secretly and looked over, "Native people generally don't choose to take pictures nearby, because they can see each day, but they lose their meaning."

"Is this the same thing in Kyoto?"

"The same is true. Although I look down on Tokyo on weekdays, I still honestly choose places like Tokyo or Okinawa when traveling with weddings."

She blinked her eyes, as if she felt something strange.

Kiyoshimizu continued: "Speaking of this, Namimisan knows Fushimi Inari Daisha and Nijo Castle in Kyoto?"

"Um."

"I've never been there."

"Really?"

Looking at the little surprise on her face, Shimizu Tetsu smiled, "I just think I can go at any time, but I never have the idea of ​​going there, because there are so many opportunities in the future. So I didn't go until I left Kyoto."

Before he finished speaking, Nanami, who was opposite, covered her mouth and turned her face, and her eyebrows were bent with a beautiful look.

"What's wrong?"

"I always feel...Qingshuisang is like a primary school student who feels that the holiday is still long and keeps his homework for the last few days before he starts to write in panic..."

Before she finished speaking, she opened her short and rapid sounds of her debut under her slender fingers, as if she could finally not help but smile.

Infected by her emotions, Shimizu Tetsu just shook his head helplessly and walked towards the viewing platform ahead.

The platform extending into the sea lost its shade, and Shimizu Toru noticed that Nanami Nanami had put on a hat again.

The sea water under the sun became more and more thorough. Holding on the guardrail, Qingshuiche looked at the faint light under the sea, and said, "To put it, why did Qi Jiansang come to Tokyo to work in advance before school starts?"

"There's no way," she lowered her head, her eyes as if attracted by the sea. "Even if the scholarship is used to offset the tuition, the paint for paintings will have to be bought. There are also rent, meals, transportation costs... In short, it's not OK to not work."

The sea breeze suddenly became violent, and her thin clothes were also pulled by the wind, outlining the thin body hidden in it.

Could it be that my body would fall down before I earn enough money when I work?

Shimizuka glanced at her again, let go of her unfamiliar worries for the time being, and said, "So that's the case. Then it sounds like Qi Jiansang."

"Did Qingshuisang bear all the expenses himself?"

"Well, because of college, I need this number almost every month."

Qingshuichi raised three fingers.

"Three hundred thousand!" She widened her eyes in surprise and immediately relaxed. After all, as a private university, Waseda's tuition fee is almost twice that of public Dongyi, and this number is not too exaggerated.

"I thought I had to earn 150,000 a month was enough to make a headache," she said, "I didn't expect... But as a writer, Qingshuisang shouldn't be so stressed? I can only find a way to work..."

"I don't have much money for a newcomer like me, so I'm mainly going to have other ways. If Qi Jiansang knows how to draw, he should be able to find relevant jobs, which is better than working."

"It's not that simple... so many people can draw. Even the seniors in the school have many opportunities with the recommendation of teachers..."

She lay on the railing, kicked the ground with her feet, and a stone rolled into the water.

"But I think Qi Jiansang's paintings are no worse than those of his predecessors."

As soon as she finished speaking, she saw her turn and stare at her, her gaze with a little scrutiny seemed to be testing the sincerity of the sentence just now.

Of course, he couldn't look away, and Shimizu Tetsuki looked straight into her eyes.

Anyway, he had never seen those so-called paintings of his predecessors, so this sentence certainly cannot be considered against his will.

She turned her eyes and started to laugh first.

"Does Kiyomizu Sang really think so?"

"certainly."

"Is that okay for me to paint a painting for Qingshui Sang?"

Although he noticed the sly smile in her pupils, Shimizu Tetsu already understood that she had no room for rejection.

It was impossible to pull apart like an oil painting. Nanami, Shimi just took out her sketchbook from her bag, and then the two looked for a bench and sat down on both ends.

Never had any relevant experience, Shimizu Tetsu could only try her best to straighten her body. Her eyes didn't know how to place them, so she had to land on her moving fingertips and hair around her ears, and then moved to the scenery next to her in the moment she saw them.

"alright."

After a while, the sound of her final announcement of completion made Kimizu Tetsu relieved. She didn't care about the residual stiffness in her body, and went straight to see her self.

The paintings on the pages are exquisite.

"This... Qi Jiansang is really amazing, especially..." If you want to show your own little appreciation, Shimizu Cho picked a few points that you thought were good. But she just smiled and did not give any comments.

Inexplicably a little guilty, he hurriedly said "It's really amazing" as a summary.

"Qingshuisang thinks it's good to like it."

"Of course I like it. By the way, can I give this painting to me? I can buy it, so I can find more painting jobs."

"No, it's just a sketch, I'll give it to Qingshuisang."

But Shimizu Toru seemed to have not heard her words at all, and just started rummaging through her pockets. Nanami, who was standing beside him, looked at his movements and couldn't go forward to stop him.

"Oops."

Without turning anything out, Shimizu Tetsu suddenly patted his head.

"What's wrong?"

"I forgot to bring my wallet when I went out."

Nanami Nami bent her eyebrows and eyes, "So it's better to give it to Shimizu Sang directly."

"No," seemed to have a special obsession with this matter, Shimizu Tetsu touched his pocket again, but still found nothing. He sighed, looked into her eyes, and said, "Since that's the case, I can only give it to you next time, if it's convenient..."

Before she could finish speaking, she saw her covering her mouth with her hands and laughing with her head tilted.

The rest of Shimizuki stuck in his throat and couldn't get it out for a while.

But it seems that there is no need.

Nanami Nanami had already written a string of numbers on the paper with a pen, tore them off together with the previous page portrait, and handed them over.

"... Then let's talk about it next time... I still have work in the afternoon, so I'll go back first..."

"Oh, OK."

When she took the two pieces of paper and raised her head, she was already far away.

He lowered his head again and looked at himself in the portrait, Shimizu Tsuki also laughed.

Pulling open the jacket, the wallet lies quietly in the inner pocket. Carefully fold the two pieces of paper and put them in the mezzanine of the wallet, Shimizu Tsuki suddenly thought of a possibility.
Chapter completed!