Why is my Two-dimensional a daily program

It must have been a leased building for various reasons.

Just looking at the past, the inside is a standard art museum configuration.

The promenade, the deep red luxurious carpet, and the soft light yellow light are all places that people like Bai Fan who don't understand art at all should not come to in various senses.

Because, no matter how outstanding the artistic atmosphere here is, Bai Fan, who was a dead house in his previous life, still doesn't understand it at all.

The truth is right there.

Do you let a dead house appreciate art?Do not make jokes?

"Alara, could it be that you are looking at this work?"

He stretched out his hand curiously, and waved it in front of Bai Fan.

"Just take a look."

Bai Fan shrugged his shoulders and looked at the oil painting hanging high above the wallpaper with complicated patterns.

The clean and neat setting, using only concentrated colors, expresses the rich texture of the cottage in the maple forest.

"The painting is really good."

Bai Fan was quite amazed.

Indeed, even a dead house like myself who doesn't understand art can feel the rich emotions contained in it.

"Hey hey, I'm really a little embarrassed when you say that."

Rita smiled, but there was no trace of embarrassment on her face.

Only pride.

Yes, pride in the work in front of me.

"...this painting..."

Sensing the girl's strange mood, Bai Fan glanced at the name on it.

Rita Einsworth.

Since the words are written in full English, even Bai Fan tried hard to recognize them for a long time.

"Is this painting originally drawn by you?"

Looking back a little surprised.

"Almost, it was acquired together with Zhenbai's painting at that time."

His eyes were full of pride, but when he mentioned Zhenbai, he restrained himself a little.

"But... I don't draw much now."

A slightly sad tone.

"why?"

Although I have watched the anime "The Pet Girl of Sakurasou", I know how she feels.

But Bai Fan still wanted to ask in person.

Because this kind of thing is meaningless if it is not said by oneself.

"Ahhh... there are various reasons, but all in all, this is not what I want you to see."

Pulling her thoughts back a little bit, Rita forced a smile.

Avoid the flow of people and walk further inside.

According to the level of the collection, the more the collection inside, the higher it should be.

It can be regarded as seeing various oil paintings along the way.

"arrive."

Finally, it stopped in front of a huge oil painting.

Rita looked up as if sighing.

At this time, even she can only look up to the painter of the person in front of her.

"truth..."

Stretch out your hand, as if you want to touch the person you can't touch.

But finally gave up.

His fingers trembled slightly.

"...After seeing this painting, you will know why I insist on going back to study oil painting instead of being a manga artist in Japan."

Said like a dream.

"..." Bai Fan.

Shiina Mashiro． ． ．

It is written in such a white font in roman accents fluently.

It doesn't look awkward among the collocations of various colors.

No one can imitate such a perfect and suffocating beauty.

Grasp the right harmony between the shades, as if the whole person is under the bottom of the sea, looking up at the sky above the sea level.

The dazzling sunlight penetrated down because of the fluctuation of the sea surface, sparkling.

Peerless.

Just like seeing a painting is like seeing a person.

Through this painting, Bai Fan can also see the girl sitting in front of the drawing board, stretching out her hand expressionlessly, and filling it with color stroke by stroke.

"truth..."

Shocked.

Many people stopped here, this beautiful picture almost makes you forget to breathe.