Hui Gulan first met his sister when he was seven years old.
The father's newlywed wife's oil bottle. He missed her so much.
The next time I saw her was in the school studio.
On the canvas is a world that Ashvale has never touched.
The tranquil mountains and fields, the gurgling water, the gentle water lilies, and the hot sunshine. Flowing lines, moving halos, soft colors.
For the first time, he felt beauty from art.
His sister might be a genius. He thought so.
Absolutely, absolutely an impressive talent that can arouse the Japanese painting world.
She is a genius created in silence, an impossible treasure given by God.
"And the God the LORD made all the beasts and the birds of the air, and saw that they were good."
She was his sister, his seventh rib, and he loved her dearly, and he walked toward the narrow gate.
The most revealing thing about human nature is what happens when a person dies. Like a sad death, a compassionate death, or a fulfilling death. Some people died unscathed but in an extremely ugly way, while others had only one finger left, but their death was touching. *
"It was the best of times, it was the worst of times."
Some people are in heaven, and some people are in hell.
Sometime after his family's garage went bankrupt, Kenji Hagihara wandered the streets with nothing to do.
That night, I saw inhuman beauty.
A confused girl, she stood on the street, the convenience store behind her lit up the lights, lighting up the dancing white tentacles behind her. It's strange that the tentacles are obviously white, but they reflect colorful and tiny lights under the lights of the convenience store.
His eyes widened.
Some kind of terrifying force took hold of his heart, driving him to take steps and get closer to the girl.
Hagihara Kenji spoke.
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P. S.
Everyone loves you corny plot
Let's have some local dog literature, Mary Sue all
Otome, has fake bones, no blood relationship
A radio-type sister, a talented painter, and an invincible device whose feet are never on the ground. To conquer everyone through painting, this creative ability can be compared to mental pollution. Observation is a roll of the dice.
*Pinch his radio wave to connect with his girl
Concept: Curiosity is the first feeling of love
Is love just gone? !