Numerous greens exist in front of Yunzuka Apricots.
If you are one who has painted in mountains and forests, you can see that there are amazingly many beautiful greens in this world. In autumn, those greens are mixed with various colors, such as red and yellow, creating a bright contrast.
Every time an apricot is aware of a color, it becomes aware of a girl with the same name as that color.
Lower your hips in front of the flower bed and gently paint the leaves painted with a pencil on the sketchbook with clear watercolor.
"Are you painting again?
A shallow, dark-skinned boy approaching from behind peeks into an apricot painting and speaks up.
Appearance that seems to be of Southeast Asian descent. He's a skinny, but slightly drooling looking boy with impressive eyes. He is an early teenager, but the lame, pure white robe he is wearing belongs to senior executives.
"Do you want to draw Gwen too?
"No, that's fine. I'm embarrassed because I'm bad."
The boy, called Gwen, rushes his hands up in front of his chest and poses to refuse. When I saw the trick, the apricot smiled.
"It's good taste to have a lot of greenery on the property. There are even trees and ponds in flower beds."
"It sounds like the ancestral patriarch's measure. The Princess said it would be a flower garden on that side in the spring. My predecessors made it for Brincess."
Hearing Gwen's words, Apricot finds out that his predecessors and he were quite pro morons, and I envy him a little. Apricot parents were parents who simply pushed their children to educate for their own decency and had no love or other shards.
"Then I'll go. I hear it's time for a new weapon."
"Be careful. Because the assassins might come in, distracted by those coming from the outside"
"I'm fine. You have a strong bodyguard for your friend Mr. Apricot."
Saying so, he dropped off Gwen's hindsight as he walked away, and the apricot looked up to the sky with a worrying face.
"What do you say we protect it for? After I protected her, she..."
Apricots dream as they look at the sky.
Saying that the post-mortem world has been demonstrated hasn't even been found out what it actually is. If I die, I want to be a ghost and fly all over the world. I want to enjoy all the views around the world. I think so.
"Even if death isn't over - the existence of Yunzaki will never return to the world."
That's how he shrugged, then the apricot moved his stopped hand again and painted the sketchbook leaves green.
It will be years since the old man became homeless.
What was waiting for him, who lost his home to fire after retirement, paid substantial compensation for the extension to his neighbor due to heavy negligence, and was almost devoid of a sentence, was his life in the homeless neighborhood of the riverbed.
At first they were in municipal housing, but the harassment of the people who lost their homes and it also annoyed the surroundings, making the old people unable to stay in municipal housing either.
Looking back at the memories of the past, in tears, in a digging cabin made of cardboard and plastic and wooden planks, fall asleep. Sleeping is the most fun for an old man.
The old man had the same dream every night here.
In dreams, the same girl appears every night. Looking at his face alone, he seems to be about senior year in elementary school, but he's skinny, has long limbs, and tall at his age. She has long black hair that can reach her thighs and is quite a pretty girl.
"Wow, Jicha, are you still alive? Good."
The girl beards her mouth wide, shows her teeth still closed and laughs. This girl always makes this smile first. It is truly flamboyant and loving, and the heart of the old man is healed only by it.
"Honestly, I can't help but live. I can't even die, I'm losing everything, I'm just prolonging my life. I'm no different than an animal."
An old man spilling a self-inflicted grin.
"Heh, I heard it's fun to try begging, but you didn't fit right in."
The old man's grin is masochistic in the girl's utterly unrelenting statement, then turns into something really weird and erupting.
"It might be easier if we split it that far. It's painful because it's inseparable."
"Hmmm, am I still disturbed by my pride and untrained when I was a socialite? Yeah, yeah, I get it. It's a shame. But, you know, this society can't do anything about it. I can't help it. I can't help it, can I? It's easier to look at being within the framework of society as a normal criterion than to be depressed thinking that you've fallen to the point where you fall. It's easier to cut your head off and say that it's easier with all the glitches."
She looks like a girl, but that narrative grass doesn't deserve her age at all. The old man thinks so, too. Interpretation is a dream. Because it was only born out of my own head.
The old man enjoyed the conversation with the girl, who appeared only in her dreams, which she had no recollection of seeing in reality. In addition to the cuteness of her appearance, the girl unnecessarily captivated the old man's heart because she always treated the old man with a bright look.
In time, the old man became hung up. I wonder how wonderful it would be if a girl appearing in a dream existed in reality.
One evening, several boys surrounded an old man who was out of town fishing for convenience store garbage.
"Hey, Grandpa, you're not wandering around here."
"Let's get rid of it. Get rid of it. Let's clean up the city's garbage. Sometimes I have to do something good."
"Oh, nice. Let's do it."
The boys began to dignify and assault the fighting old man throughout the city.
A kicking rain falls on an old man who falls on the street, rounds up and suppresses his head. He also had several elbow drops aimed at the back of his head. As if to violence without addition or subtraction, the old man was ready to die.
I meant to live seriously myself until now, but I can grieve that the end of the road is this. I bite my teeth at the misery and remorse of starving ghosts of such scraps themselves being killed only to satisfy temporary pleasures.
It was that girl who came out of her dreams that came to mind in the pain. A picture face with a beard in his mouth and a white, well-lined tooth showing and laughing is clearly reflected in the back of his brain. I can't help but wonder why this is burning in my memory so vividly, even though I've never met her in real life, a girl who only appears in her dreams.
The dry noise rang and the assault of the boys stopped.
When the old man opened his eyes, one of the boys bled out of his head and fell and was cramped.
Looking up, a girl with a gun stood, smiling softly. It's a little indistinguishable whether you're a real Sister or that kind of cosplay looking like a church Sister. There is nitrous smoke coming out of the gunpoint. Even more noticeable is her abdomen. There is a huge swell.
"That was a dangerous place. I didn't expect to come across an occasion like this when I picked you up. If so, did the Princess predict?
"Princess!?
The old man raised his voice in surprise at the words that came out of the mouth of the girl in Sister.
Then she shot the other boys lightly. He shot and killed a boy from behind trying to escape, and also mercilessly killed a boy who slipped back and begged for his life.
"The Princess is here for you."
A pregnant woman of a girl in a monk puts out a display before an old man. It was indisputably that girl who appeared in the dream there.
"Princess! Duh, why!?
"The Princess is real. And touch the heart of the chosen one."
In front of the stunned old man, the Sister girl grins. The grin appeared in the old man's eyes somewhere distorted. I see an unpleasant light in the back of my eyes.
"You'd like to meet the Princess, wouldn't you? Let's go. The Princess awaits your arrival. I was originally going to the Princess myself, but I am the understudy because there are circumstances that I cannot do so right now."
The old man shook back his supplanted hand with his filthy hand, and stood up.
An incredible story that dreams are real. But the sister in front of him actually let the girl in his dream come out with an image, and he also said her name.
It was one miracle. Old man dreams and eagerness are becoming reality. I tried to follow my cheek. Ouch. I can't wait to see where the boys kicked me before that hurt.
Without further doubt, the old man followed the pregnant woman Sister with a frightened expression and a gentle foothold.