he heard the voice of the dead

The phone in the back pocket of his trousers was vibrating.It's an alarm clock.Staring blankly, he took out his mobile phone, rubbed his heavy eyelids, and checked the time.Nine sixteen.Today is Saturday, a good day without work.

The phone received three text messages.The messages from Miyawaki, Saiyuanji, and Matsumoto were all confirming the safety of Shencheng.While thinking about the need for a reply, he reached out and touched the bed.But he didn't find the man he was looking for, so he became sober in an instant.I was alone on the sofa bed.

Zhaimu threw off the blanket anxiously and raised himself up.Then see the studio wrapped in sunlight.

Shencheng stood in front of the big canvas.Brush in hand, paint while thinking.

The curtains and windows are open.The curtains that had come off the rails rattled in the wind.

Another window was also opened.This one has no curtains.Several strings of crystal beads hang from the crossbar.Crystals sparkle in the sun.

Zhaimu swallowed and got off the sofa bed.Go to Shencheng and look at the picture he is painting.

It is a zelkova tree that Tomo likes very much.Friends under the beech tree are painting.Sunshine, temperature, flowing air...a painting that is real and full of life.Saiki clenched his fists.

Shencheng seemed to have noticed the movement behind him, and finally turned around to look at Zhaimu.Those eyes narrowed sadly.

"Good morning, Ming"

Saimu didn't answer, just stared at the painting in front of him, and finally said half-resignedly

"...the drawing is really good"

This is the first time Saiki praised him in front of him.Shencheng's eyes widened suddenly.

"Thank you"

It's hard to even say thank you.

Saiki snorted.One look at his paintings will be pulled into the world in the paintings.Want to keep watching.But angry again.

I saw the old cart next to Shencheng.There is a box of paint inside.I took a look and found that it was the brand of paint I was using.Also saw the phthalo blue label.

Paints used by professional painters, but not expensive.It is common goods.Obviously using the same kind of paint, how could there be such a big difference.

Saiki pulled out the box and threw it on the ground.Because of all the effort, the paint fell everywhere.Shencheng was stunned by his sudden action.

"What are you doing..."

Saiki smiled with the corner of his mouth pulled.He likes magic.However, no matter what, I can't get rid of my jealousy.

"Pick it up. Like before, read the name of the paint while picking it up. If that happens, I'll lie to you."

Shencheng looked at Zhaimu with a puzzled face.Saiki had no choice but to continue

"Last night, didn't you say that it's okay to lie to you?"

"...Just, just pick up the paint and say the name?"

After Saiki nodded, Shencheng picked up the box on the ground.The man dropped to his knees and began to pick up paint that had been scattered on the ground.

"Burn ochre..... green soil.....brown yellow..."

The sun shone in, and in the bright studio, Shencheng was the same as that time, reciting the names of the paints one by one.

The crystal beads hanging on the window absorb the sunlight and reflect it diffusely.

Friends are no longer visible in the corner of my left eye.Only iridescent diffuse reflections are seen.

It was so bright that Saiki closed his eyes.Halos of light in the eyelids.The afterimage of light made him ooze tears.

"Emerald green... Carbon black..."

Shencheng's voice was like plum rain, echoing intermittently in the studio.

Saiki opened his eyes.With the back of his hand, he wiped away the tears seeping from the corners of his eyes, and watched Shencheng reciting his name while picking up the paint.

Not going to make it up.Because there is no way to make up for it.The dead friend will never come back.The compensation that people say is actually impossible to do.

Just keep me being a nuisance.Be a liar.It doesn't matter if he is not forgiven by anyone... This man must be the same as himself, he doesn't want to be forgiven.

"God"

After calling his name, Shencheng slowly raised his head.Saimu looked straight at the man, and said

"I like you"

Shencheng held the last tube of paint in his hand, his lips trembled slightly, and his face gradually distorted.Then he lowered his head and continued to read in a trembling voice

"Phthalo Blue"

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