I am a master of light novels in Japan

"Old gentleman, I don’t know how to describe it. I’m just a layman for painting, but when I look at this famous painting, I always feel that the people in this painting are struggling, and the pain and the dim and depressive breath can I clearly feel that it is torn and three-dimensional like fragments and dreams..."

Li Yan looked at this painting quietly. I don’t know why. When he looked at this painting, he could feel the emotions to be expressed more and more. He said: “Although I have briefly understood "Ge "Irnica" seems to be an abstract work of the tragedy of the Spanish War, but I don’t know why, after watching it, I have a more sense of desire to live well."

After listening to this quietly, this old British man smiled kindly. Although he looked old, he seemed to be quite energetic. He looked at this oil painting and smiled and said, "Thank you, this explanation is already very good. There is never a standard answer to admiring paintings. Everyone has their own past and values. I can see the paintings of Mr. Picasso a little bit clearly. Thank you very much, young sir..."

He squinted his eyes, the wrinkles on his face became more intense, but his eyes were piercing and thoughtful, and he asked: "This is a good art museum, with many works by Picasso and Mondrian. It is a treasure of human civilization, young gentleman, do you like art? I can take the liberty to ask you... Art, what do you think of art?"

"..."

Faced with such a complicated and huge question, Li Yan didn't know how to answer it for a while.He didn't dare to make a random comment on this old man who seemed to know how to appreciate art works, but he didn't know, but he seemed a little disrespectful. After all, he also came to the art museum. What if ordinary people didn't like these art works? Will come to this place.

He is a writer of light novels, and works like light novels are not even considered as literature in Japan. Can he really make false claims about the concept of art?

After being silent for a while, he decided to answer the old man’s question, saying: “I don’t actually understand the concept of art. It should be said that art is the condensation of human emotions. The existence of art is the expression of human emotions. The works that are born, whether it is literature, painting, sculpture, etc., if there is no emotion to give life, I think it is not a work of art..."

He looked at this pair of modern abstract works, stood at the end of this gallery, and then said: “Art is a work that we humans give value to ourselves. If we appreciate not humans, there is no value, but these works are all With the traces and emotions of the times, I can also feel it...My personal opinion is that the concept of art should not be deified too much. I also think that art is the spirit that is retained by the bits and pieces of life. ."

In Li Yan’s memory, he recalled Zhenbai and said: “Actually, I am writing myself... Although what I write may never be studied by others, and my friends are all creators. Art has not experienced anything. All of us are creators, so I still think that whether art or creation is the touch found in people’s life, art that is separated from life will only continue to consume her beautiful emotions about the limited life. From the beginning to the end, I still believe that... Art is a kind of life, and should not be taken away from the creator’s dream and new life... Even love cannot work."

In Li Yan's explanation, it seemed that some of his experience and injustice towards Shiina were poured out, and he had already fallen into his own world, telling the old man his understanding.

"..." The gaping eyes of the white-haired old man looked at him quietly.

"...Uh! Sorry, did I say something rude?" Li Yan responded and asked apologetically.

"No... you are right. Life... is an oil painting that has been created in a lifetime. It is not until we leave this world that we really complete this work... It's just that not everyone is good at expressing. That's it."

This old British man fell silent and seemed to have some sentiment.

The old man raised his head and looked at Li Yan with an amiable smile, and said, "Young man, it seems that I am old...I have a very precious painting. Many years ago, I planned to start working on a blank canvas. I painted it, but after spending my whole life, I dare not add a color to this drawing board... But now I plan to paint the painting with beautiful colors..."

Li Yan seemed to have heard some details from the old man's words, and he looked at the old man in surprise.

"Every time my granddaughter's painting exhibition, I will come to participate... After all, she is my granddaughter who was brought up by me and is more important than my life... I am a painter and spend my whole life to paint. I didn't learn anything else, just learned. It’s just how to observe a person with my own eyes... Mr. Li Yan, I will bother you in the future, please take her back to live in Japan... That child has chosen to grow up, and I am looking forward to it, she will no longer be tied to the bird cage , She can learn more from you and her friends."

The old man asked in a gentle tone. He looked at Picasso's paintings with squinted old eyes. He seemed to be really old, but he had a pair of eyes that knew paintings better than anyone else.

The gray sky began to rain drizzle.

Located on the outskirts of London, in a rainy and misty forest, there is a huge manor house. In the diffuse water and mist, it is like roaming in a fairy tale world. A black car drove into the iron gate of the manor and stopped firmly in the garden. Outside the street.

The lonely manor is as gray as the world.

After Li Yan, Ying Riri and Aoyama Qikai got off the special car arranged by the old British man, they came to this place where Shiina Shibai grew up...

A wood, river, flowers, a manor like a castle.

Li Yan was drenched in the drizzle. With a complicated mood, he took the other two young girls into the green and lush temperate bushes together. The light was very dark, and he walked in the quiet forest path. Finally, in a Outside the beautiful mansion, in front of the aiHaku cherry tree where all the white cherry blossoms were about to fall, Li Yan and others found the figure of the "disappearing" girl...

Shiina Mashiro held the umbrella and turned her back to them, looking at the little cherry blossom tree alone.

The ticking rain was a bit noisy, but she suddenly heard the sound of someone calling, her body trembled slightly, and the whole person was stunned there and turned around. In the rainy season, she talked to the visitors from far away. Encountered.

Between the world and the earth, the wind of longing blows everyone's body, and the longings that are constantly emerging, so warm, even if they are so far apart from each other, but the soul never leaves...

Three people's figures flashed with really white eyes in astonishment.

Her umbrella flew away suddenly.

The whole person, clothes were stained with mud and raindrops on her hair as she flew. She held Li Yan's clothes tightly with her hands, and rested her entire head on his chest. Qihai and Yinglili were happy. The smile came up.

"Watson... we come here and plan to take you back."

In the manor surrounded by woods, chasing across an ocean, Li Yan, as Holmes, finally told him this sentence to this assistant lady who was taken away by his family...

Chapter 193 True White and "The Old Thief" (Volume Finale)

On the outskirts of London, in a beautiful manor surrounded by forest.

——Go back, go back to the place that makes her nostalgic.

"..."

After hearing Li Yan's words, Shiina Zhenbai suddenly had this echoing voice in her heart. Her body trembled slightly, but then she released Li Yan's hand, lowered her head slightly, and closed it. Eyes, shook his head.

"Eh?"

"?!"

Everyone, including Li Yan, was taken aback, looking at Shiina really white with surprise and perplexity.

Shiina's white golden hair was covered with crystal clear water drops, she lifted her head slightly and said, "No...I can't go back now."

However, when she finally found the true white, this young girl refused to go back.

"Why? Your grandfather has allowed you to return to Japan, Shiina, you can continue your manga dream. No one has the right to deprive a person of reasonable dreams." Li Yan looked at Zhen Bai with an unexpected expression and asked. Tao.

It was drizzling, and the woods were filled with unpredictable silence. The wet leaves were dripping with drops of water. Shiina was standing in such a quiet manor courtyard. She said, "I am coming back and intend to convince my parents."

Li Yan, Aoyama Qikai and Ying Lili were all taken aback.

When I came back here, there had been about five days, but there was not a day when she didn't think about going back to the place where she lived.Home is very warm, but home does not understand her. Before being understood, she wants to continue to find her own life. This is why she wants to go back.

Every day after I came back, I looked at the white cherry tree planted by my father in the yard. There are many such cherry trees in Tokyo. She likes cherry blossoms and spends days with friends under the cherry blossoms.Her parents have always lived overseas, sometimes in Sweden, sometimes in Germany, and sometimes in Austria and Spain. The only one who raised her was the British grandfather. This is how she grew up with her grandfather and painting.

Just like a pet girl in foster care at home, she doesn't understand anything, and lives in such a carefree life.

She looked at the cherry tree and wanted to go back...

"But if I go back like this, I will still be brought back...it will make mom and dad sad."

Shiina looked at them with clear and calm eyes, and said, "I found it when I left everyone. It will make you sad... so, I can't do it a second time."

The expression of Qingshan Qihai suddenly became sad.

Li Yan had to agree with Shiina's words, although she did get permission from her grandfather, but Shiina's departure like this would undoubtedly be another shadow for Shiina's parents.

When he was on the carriage, the expression of the true white father caring about his daughter's life was not half false.

However, Zhenbai's parents still come into contact with Shiina in the past, and now Shiina is truly white. How can she prove it to her parents?

"But, Zhenbai, your parents don't agree with you to go back to Japan. Is there really a way to convince your parents?" Qikai Aoyama asked in a low voice, full of anxiety.

Sawamura Eriri frowned slightly, and further said: "Although I understand your parents' wishes, I still don't agree that depriving children of their own choice and lifestyle is a correct way. Shiina teacher, Choose to resist, and stick to your dreams. Your readers are still waiting for you to go back!"

"Yes... I made an agreement with my parents."