Chapter 4
On the busy weekend streets of Tokyo, the crowds of people are surging like a tide, and everyone is busy chasing their own pace of life. However, in this noisy city, there is a young painter who is out of tune with the world around him.
Kasugano Toru seems to be in a quiet corner, completely ignoring the hustle and bustle of the people around him, and only focusing on the brush and paper in his hand. His eyes are shining with love and persistence for art, as if the whole world is condensed in his pen tip.
Occasionally, pedestrians will stop and be attracted by his paintings and exclaim in admiration. But most people just take a quick glance and continue to move forward. After all, in this steel forest, most people are struggling for their own survival.
However, for Sawamura Spencer Eriri, who comes from a prominent family, she has enough free time to appreciate the works of this young painter. As a leader in the art department of Toyosaki Private Academy, she has a deep interest and attainments in painting. When she saw the works of this young painter, she couldn’t help but be attracted by his superb skills and unique style.
The young painter was thin, with a delicate and handsome face, but his eyes were full of determination and persistence. Although his clothes were simple, they were clean and tidy, revealing a unique temperament. Eriri noticed that although the paint he used was not a high-end brand, his paintings were full of vitality and appeal.
Just then, two girls dressed fashionably walked up to the young painter, and their eyes were attracted by a sign on the ground. Eriri then realized that the young painter was painting portraits on the street. She observed all this curiously, wondering how the young painter would complete this creation.
“How much for two people?”The older girl asked
“Five thousand yen.” The young painter answered calmly, with a hint of vicissitudes in his voice.
“So expensive?”The girls were a little surprised, but after seeing the serious eyes, the brush in his hand and his handsome face, they hesitated for a moment and finally decided to give it a try. The young painter prepared a small stool for the two girls and asked them to pose in their favorite poses. He picked up a pencil and quickly outlined the outline on the paper, and then began to mix colors and color. His movements were smooth and skillful, and every stroke was precise and powerful.
Soon, the first portrait was completed. When the girl saw her image so vividly presented on the paper, she couldn’t help but exclaimed. The second girl couldn’t wait to sit on the small stool, looking forward to her portrait being so outstanding.
After a while of waiting, the second portrait was also completed. The two girls left the scene happily with their portraits. After the young painter bowed slightly to bid them farewell, he started his own creation again.
Looking at all this, Ying Lili couldn’t help but sigh in her heart: It is not easy to find such a painter who is focused on his dream in this busy and noisy city. She decided to stay and continue to observe the creative process of the young painter, hoping to get more from it. Revelation and inspiration.
In Eriri’s sight, the boy’s painting attracted her footsteps like a magnet. She could not help but slowly approach until the details of the picture gradually became clear.
It was a huge steel city outlined by countless strokes. The streets were crowded with pedestrians, but their faces lacked expression, as if everyone was a programmed robot, mechanically repeating the daily routine.
Day after day, the years passed, and this group of people seemed to be forever bound by such a life. What people felt was not vitality, but endless boredom and despair.
Although the sunset was in the distance, in this black and white painting, The woven picture carries an indescribable sadness.
Eriri was deeply moved by the crowd in the picture. Her heart seemed to be tightly grasped by something, but she could not find the right words to express this feeling.
Just as she was immersed in the impact of the painting, the boy looked down at the cheap electronic watch in his hand, and then quickly sorted out his belongings.
He put the drawing board lightly into his backpack, and after rinsing the paint tray, he carefully wrapped it in a transparent plastic bag.
Finally, he hung two folded small stools on both sides of the backpack with neat and quick movements.
“This is for you. While Eriri was still hesitating whether to say anything, the boy had already handed her his hard work for the whole afternoon.
“Oh, by the way, the name of this painting, I called it”To Live》”As soon as the boy finished speaking, Eriri accepted the unexpected gift, and an inexplicable emotion surged in her heart.
Such a desperate scene, but the name given was”To Live”.
Sawamura Spencer Eriri was even more shocked.
Although this sentence is a bit bad, it is indeed just the literal meaning, used to describe a person’s mood, and there is no other connotation.
“Goodbye, Sawamura-san.” After packing up his things, Kasugano Toru quickly ran towards the nearby subway station. His sister was waiting for him to make dinner at home.
Looking at the figure leaving quickly, Eriri was still immersed in the world constructed by this painting, and did not notice that the boy just mentioned her name.