Girl band, because of the shining heart

"Sorry, Eve."

"Well... after all, I asked Qianxiao to take the train, so..."

When she noticed it, Wakamiya Eve subconsciously reached out and touched it. She stared at Jiuzhong Chixiao with wide eyes, but after thinking about it for a while, she realized that it was actually because of her, otherwise Jiuzhong Chixiao and she should be sitting in a taxi now.

But it's still so embarrassing...

With a blushing face, Wakamiya Eve buried her face in Kunou Chisho's chest and whimpered shyly.

After half an hour.

Both of them got out of the car with red faces. After looking at each other, they quickly turned their heads away.

"Let's take a taxi."

"Ah."

We took a taxi to the exhibition.

"Wow, there are so many people?"

"Eh? Uwaaa."

Looking at the long queue at the entrance, Wakamiya Eve looked at the sign in front of the venue with some surprise.

There are many names of famous painters written on it. It is probably because the works of famous painters in Neon are gathered here for exhibition.

"Qian Xiao, your name is on it."

After seeing Kunou Chisho's name on the bulletin board, Wakamiya Eve made a somewhat surprised sound.

She got her ticket from Jiuzhong Qianxiao, who was the special guest of this exhibition, so she had already prepared herself mentally. After all, the invitation letter stated that Jiuzhong Qianxiao's works would be exhibited here.

But what she didn't expect was that other authors were written together, while Jiuchong Qianxiao's name was written together with the other four most famous painters. It would be no problem to say that a separate column was opened for these four.

"Ah, it's these four old men."

After walking over and taking a look, Jiuchong Qianxiao remembered that this was the person who taught him when he was learning to paint, and they often exchanged experiences with him.

It’s just a pity that he had no experience at all. He only painted ten paintings in total and then stopped painting.

"By the way, Eve, are you going to line up?"

Pointing to the line at the entrance of the venue, Kunou Chisho turned her head and looked at Wakamiya Eve and said.

"Well, of course we have to queue up. After all, we are here to see the exhibition. Even if we are special guests, we still have to queue up. It is wrong to abuse our privileges!"

Wakamiya Eve nodded sincerely.

Then, looking at the people queuing outside the door, she held Jiuzhong Qianxiao's hand tightly and walked inside the venue.

She originally wanted to queue up properly, but when she noticed that there were already a lot of people in the venue, and a staff member nearby had come over and led Jiuzhong Qianxiao into the venue.

She subconsciously looked at Jiuzhong Qianxiao with pitiful eyes, like an abandoned puppy.

As for why they hold hands?

After coming in, the two almost got separated in the crowd. If Jiu Zhong Qian Xiao hadn't found her, she would have no idea where she would have gone with the crowd.

"What paintings does Eve want to see first?"

Looking at the white-haired girl who just held his hand and refused to let go no matter what, Jiuzhong Qianxiao asked with a gentle smile.

But looking at the crowd around her, Wakamiya Eve turned her head to look at Jiuzhong Chixiao, pursed her lips and shook her head.

There were too many people here, so she felt a little more at ease when she held Jiuzhong Qianxiao's hand.

"is it?"

After thinking for a while, Kunou Chixiao took Wakamiya Eve by the hand and came to the rest area next to them. When she was about to let Wakamiya Eve sit here and have a rest, she just shook her head and had no intention of letting go of the hand holding Kunou Chixiao.

This made Jiuzhong Qianxiao feel a little confused. Wakamiya Eve shouldn't have been like this before, so why was she getting scared now?

With such doubts, Jiuzhong Qianxiao took her to walk around the exhibition, stopping and strolling.

This exhibition brings together paintings by well-known painters in Neon, and all of them are paintings with a very traditional Neon style.

Finally, the two stopped in front of a huge painting inside the venue.

The red maple leaves flying all over the sky fell from the trees, fell in the air, fell in the wind, and fell into the eyes of the people coming and going.

A woman with long white hair holding a scarlet oil-paper umbrella stood among the maple leaves dancing in the wind. She raised her head slightly, and her red eyes reflected the shadows of the maple leaves, one after another.

She was wearing an orange kimono. One could tell from the painting alone how expensive and exquisite the kimono was. The fluttering maple leaves seemed to be engraved with the pattern that the kimono should have, or they seemed to be falling one by one with the wind, merely passing over the clothing without leaving a trace. Or did the maple leaves just fall from the kimono?

As if she was expecting someone, looking forward to someone, and staring at someone, she simply turned her head back, and that glance that was like a startled glimpse was covered by the maple leaves. It was not just that someone fell into her eyes, but also that made the woman who looked up at the cold maple leaves look back so gently.

On that beautiful face, there was a sense of aloofness and loneliness that was not affected by the mundane world. Who was it that caught her eye, and who made her look back? Was she expecting someone to come? Or was she looking back indifferently, hoping to see someone?

The bright red maple leaf covered her eye that was looking back, so that all that was reflected in her eyes were the maple leaves, one after another.

"This painting... Maple, the famous one is Jiuzhong Qianxiao!"

Standing in front of the painting and looking at the woman in the painting, Wakamiya Eve did not come back to her senses for a long time. She savored it carefully, and looked at it carefully. Only when she came to her senses did she realize that she had been standing there for ten minutes.

She tilted her head slightly and looked at the title of the painting and the artist.

After softly saying this, she turned her head in surprise and looked at Jiuchong Qianxiao.

"Would you like me to tell you who this woman in the painting is waiting for?"

"don't want!!!"

She rejected it without hesitation. In addition to the superb painting skills, this painting was more of a guess about the person the woman in the painting was longing for. If she knew the answer, then the painting might be downgraded in Wakamiya Eve's heart.

But even if she lowered her standards, she had to admit that in terms of pure technique, expression, and exquisiteness of painting, this painting was the best one she had seen in this exhibition.

"Huh? Really? I thought you would agree without hesitation, Eve."

"Woo, I don't want to listen!!!"

Seeing Jiuzhong Qianxiao chuckled and seemed to be about to give an answer, Wakamiya Eve quickly covered her ears with both hands, as if to say, I absolutely don't want to hear the answer from you.

She puffed her cheeks and looked angrily at Jiuzhong Qianxiao who was smiling in front of her.

"Really? If you don't want to listen, then why don't you go and take a look at the person in the painting?"

"Hey?"

Although she covered her ears with both hands, when Jiuzhong Chixiao reached out and held her hand again, Wakamiya Eve also put down her other hand. After hearing this, she looked at Jiuzhong Chixiao with some surprise.

"You should have finished the exhibition, right?"

"Ah."

Although it was inappropriate why Kunou Chisho asked her if she had finished the exhibition after asking the previous question, Wakamiya Eve still nodded. After seeing this painting, she felt that there was no need to look at other paintings, although this was not to say that other people's paintings were bad.

She was just a little worried that after looking at other paintings, she would forget the details of this painting, so she would go back to see it a second time. As a result, the second time she saw it, she would not feel as amazed as the first time.

"Let me see. I just happen to have time. Come on, come with me."

"Where to go?"

Holding the hand of Kunou Chisho, Wakamiya Eve followed him with some confusion until the two of them got into the car. As the car drove farther and farther away, they arrived in front of the mansion.

"What a huge house! It's the kind of huge house I only see in TV shows or movies!"

Looking at the decoration of the house, Wakamiya Eve looked left and right. This house satisfied all her fantasies about real Japanese architecture in Neon. She even saw two exquisite samurai swords in one of the rooms.

"Okay, here we are."

"Woo eh?"

Wakamiya Eve, who was looking around, did not notice that Kunou Chisho, who was walking in front of her, had stopped. After accidentally bumping into him, she poked her head out from behind him with some confusion and looked at the woman sitting on the tatami in a luxurious kimono.

The long snow-white hair is like a waterfall, the beautiful figure cannot be hidden even in a kimono, the beautiful eyes can be revealed with just a light stroke, the vermilion lips are round and full, and the cold and soft face does not need any makeup to show the kind of stunning appearance.

She looked back and forth between the woman's face and Jiuzhong Qianxiao's face. The two had very similar faces, except that Jiuzhong Qianxiao was a little gentler, without that coldness that kept people at a distance.

"Let me introduce you. This is my mother, the current head of the Shizou family, Shizou Reine, and the woman in the painting."

"Mother, this is my friend Wakamiya Eve."

"Gui'an."

"Greetings...Greetings."

Looking at the woman who raised her eyebrows slightly and looked at her deathly Ryoin with those cold eyes, Wakamiya Eve timidly hid behind Jiuzhong Qianxiao.

Her personality is indeed naturally cheerful, but this person is Jiuzhong Qianxiao's mother, and she seems to have a difficult personality to talk to.

"It's okay, Eve. Mother is a very easy person to talk to...it's just that her words were a little too simple. But don't worry. Mother's personality is just a little cold and indifferent. She's not that difficult to communicate with."

"Well."

Listening to Jiuzhong Qianxiao's words, Wakamiya Eve raised her head behind him and looked at the gentle smile on his face, then looked at him, and after hesitating for a moment, she didn't say a word after greeting her, but just looked at her dead son Lianyin with those eyes.

She walked out from behind Jiuzhong Chixiao, knelt on the tatami, and looked at Jiuzhong Chixiao's mother nervously.

Then she saw that Sizou Reine raised her hand and waved to her, motioning her to sit over.

"Goo."

After swallowing, Wakamiya Eve looked at the stressed figure, walked over silently, and knelt beside her.

"Are you scared to be alone?"

"Hey?"

When the clear and pleasant sound like a bell rang in her ears, Wakamiya Eve blinked in confusion, then turned her head to look at Jiuzhong Chixiao. She didn't quite understand what "Shizou Reine" meant.

"Mother means, you came here from Finland alone to go to school. Are you scared?"

Jiuchong Qianxiao also gave an answer at the right moment.

"In fact, I was a little scared at first because my Japanese wasn't that good, and I came here alone without knowing anyone. My father's friend helped me find a place to stay, and also let me enter Hanasakigawa. I didn't have any friends to talk to at school."

"But it doesn't matter now. I've made some really good friends and have been able to integrate into life here."

A bright smile bloomed on Wakamiya Eve's face. She came here alone to go to school and now has made friends. Only Wakamiya Eve herself knows what she has experienced here, from being afraid at the beginning to gradually integrating into the life here, and then to now.

But Shizou Reine didn't say anything. When she came, Jiuzhong Qianxiao had already told her through the phone that she came here to study alone, had no relatives or friends, and her family members were all overseas. As for friends, the ones in her current band were indeed her friends.

But they were just friends. They were not too close to each other. After all, they spent most of their time talking about practice. It was not until the end of the performance that they had time to talk about other things while practicing.

That's why she asked Jiuzhong Qianxiao to accompany her to the art exhibition.

Reaching out his hand, he gently rubbed Wakamiya Eve's little head. When she looked confused, Sizou Rein softly said, "Thank you for your hard work, good child."

In fact, Shizou Rein cannot be considered a qualified mother. After all, she did not have much time to take care of both Kunou Rein and Kunou Chixiao when they were young.

But she can still understand Wakamiya Eve as a mother.

"Uh-huh."

Pursing her lips, Wakamiya Eve's nose twitched slightly, and her eyes felt a little sore.

But after just a moment, she shook her head, raised the corners of her mouth slightly, squinted her eyes slightly, and smiled gently: "It's okay, thank you for your concern."

She has grown up. She is strong enough and courageous enough. She has her own beliefs, which prevent her from crying easily and make her cherish every experience that belongs to her.

Jiuzhong Qianxiao looked at her with gentle eyes, and after a moment, he stood up and walked out of the room, reaching out his hand to close the door.

Sitting in the courtyard, watching the setting sun in the courtyard.

About half an hour later.

Footsteps sounded behind him.

Just when he wanted to turn around, someone gently hugged him from behind and rested her face gently on his shoulder.

"Qian Xiao, thank you."

She gently wrapped her arms around Jiuzhong Qianxiao's neck and hugged him tightly from behind. Even the strongest people will one day open up their hearts and speak out what's in their hearts.

But not at this moment, not now.

So she just hugged Jiuzhong Qianxiao gently and expressed her most helpless gratitude to him.

When I had no friends to accompany me to the art exhibition, he was the one who went with me, not to mention that it was he who gave me the ticket to the exhibition.

Although he had never mentioned it, when he brought me to her home and met the mother, he left the room and allowed me to communicate and talk to the mother to my heart's content.

I thought I was strong and courageous enough, but when facing that mother, I seemed like that child who had no one to rely on and came to Neon alone, feeling lost and helpless.

After she expressed all the grievances and sorrows in her heart, the mother just hugged her gently, coaxed her, and tolerated her, allowing herself, the child, to feel the tenderness that belonged to a mother.

"It's actually a little too early to thank you now."