Women only affect the speed of my reasoning!

"Say it." Qin Umbrella snorted.

"call……"

The girl on the bed took a deep breath and let it out gently, and began to tell.

"In the last century, there was a man in England. He was born in an artistic family. He was also a very famous painter. He painted many famous paintings in his life. When he got old, he opened a studio. Specialized in teaching children who are interested in drawing.”

"Because the man and his family were well-known in the art world, many parents brought their children to study there. In this way, the size of the man's studio gradually expanded."

"The man has a granddaughter, perhaps because he inherited the artistic talent passed down from his ancestors. The granddaughter has liked painting since she was a child, and her elders also encourage her to do so. They will praise her no matter what she draws."

"Later, when my granddaughter grew up, she also entered her grandfather's studio. She painted and discussed techniques with other children who were learning painting together every day. They had a great time every day."

"Until one day, a little girl from Japan came to my grandfather's studio."

“Since the other apprentices in the studio at that time were several years older than the man’s granddaughter, the granddaughter, who rarely met people of the same age, was very interested in this little girl from Japan and soon became friends with her.”

"But just when everyone thought that there was just a new apprentice in the studio as before, everything quietly changed."

"The little girl from Japan showed amazing talent on the first day she learned to paint. The level of her first painting alone surpassed many of her senior brothers and sisters who have been in contact with her for three or four years, including of course the one who loves to paint. The granddaughter who paints.”

"From that day on, children left the studio every day, and the number of people learning to paint also continued to decrease."

"Ten years have passed. Apprentices in the studio have come and gone, and people have changed one after another. In the end, the only ones left who have persisted are the little girl from Japan and the granddaughter who loves painting."

"Although she can't keep up with her opponent no matter how she draws, her granddaughter still perseveres because she is still full of love for painting."

"Finally, one day, the man said to his granddaughter..."

Rita paused here and took a deep breath again, but her breath seemed to be trembling.

"He said - give up, no matter how much you draw, you can't keep up with Mashiro."

"..."

Qin Sanshu didn't interrupt from beginning to end, just listened silently and scratched Yali at the same time.

It is said that others are hell, and since there are people in this world who are burdened by their talents, there are also people who are burdened by the talents of others.

After hearing this, he didn't want to ridicule Rita.

Just like many people who drop out of junior high school and work in factories, what drives them to leave school early to end their student career and enter the society may not be the supercilious look of their teachers or the cynicism of their classmates, but the saying from home: "There is no future in anti-righteousness books." , just go to work."

Knives from loved ones are always the most vulnerable.

"Everyone is the same. They all hope that Mashiro can disappear, and I am the same."

The warm liquid slid down Rita's cheeks, dripping from her delicate chin, leaving wet marks on the quilt cover.

"That's why I helped Mashiro become a cartoonist and recommended her to come to Japan. I wanted her to draw boring comics and then be criticized as worthless. I hope she can understand our feelings a little bit, but..."

In the room, singing sounded softly.

"How many years have you been with me?

Going through the forest to cut leaves is a vigorous process.

Flowers bloom and fall, ups and downs along the way,

Spring, summer, autumn and winter disappear and disappear,

The curtain has not yet closed,

It’s finally been another year…”

Qin Xianshu looked out the window. From Rita's perspective, he could only see his cheeks moving, humming the song with a strange rhythm.

This was originally a Chinese song, "Ding Feng Bo" by Jacky Cheung.

The lyrics actually don't match the plot Rita is talking about, but the mood matches very well.

Especially the sentence "How many years have you been with me?"

Life is actually very short. Who can stay with whom for how many years?

There are only a handful of people who have accompanied her over the years.

In her 17 years of life, Mashiro has been with her for ten years.

Who can really cut off ties with a best friend they have known for ten years without feeling any inner turmoil?

Anyone who says it can is a lie.

Qin Xianshu stopped humming: "What you have said so far does not contain any subjective factors of your own. It was entirely because you could not meet the expectations of your elders that you chose to give up painting, so I still have the same problem..."

He turned to look at Rita on the bed, whose cheeks were still stained with tears, and breathed a sigh of relief.

"Do you like painting?"

"I like it... I like drawing the most!"

What responded to him was the girl's heartbreaking cry.

"Then, do you really hate Mashiro?" Qin Ushu asked calmly.

"I don't hate it... I don't hate it at all. I like Mashiro the most! I want to draw with her! I want to stay with her all the time!"

Rita kept saying repetitive words, as if she wanted to vent all the emotions that had been accumulated in her heart for so many years at once. She completely lost the appearance of the perfect young lady in the past.

"……Really."

After the girl finished venting her anger, Qin Sanshu slowly got up from the sofa, put down the half-eaten pear and fruit knife, turned around and walked out the door without looking back.

"If you have anything you want to say, go talk to her yourself. Some things have to be said face to face. Don't wait until it's too late to start regretting it."

Rita watched blankly as he walked out of the room, the door opening and closing.

She turned back and glanced at the half pear left by Qin Sanshu on the coffee table, and was suddenly stunned.

Half of the pear was eaten completely, and on the remaining half of the cross section, someone used a knife to accurately carve the lyrics in Chinese characters.

'How many years have you been with me?

Going through the forest to cut leaves is a vigorous process.

Flowers bloom and fall, ups and downs along the way,

Spring, summer, autumn and winter disappear and disappear,

The curtain has not yet closed,

It's been another year...'

Seeing this scene, Rita seemed to suddenly wake up.

She ignored the tears on her face and arranged her clothes. She lifted the quilt, picked up the key card and mobile phone on the bedside, and chased out.

Chapter 257 I have done everything I should do, and I have done everything I shouldn’t.

On the corridor of the hotel, the high school detective walked into the elevator and was about to press the door button after selecting the floor, when he heard a voice coming from afar.

"Wait, wait for me!"

"Ok?"

Through the gap between the diagonally opposite corners of the door frame, Qin Sanshu saw a girl who was disheveled and wearing shoes like slippers rushing out of the room door and running towards the elevator in a hurry.

It's pretty much what I expected, it's really easy to guess...

While thinking this in his mind, he pressed the elevator door button with his backhand.

The elevator door reopened, and Rita rushed in at the same time.

Since her shoes were not properly worn, she almost failed to stop the car, but she still stretched out her hand to support herself on the elevator wall before she stopped firmly.

"What's wrong?" Qin Uanshu asked knowingly.

Miss Rita obviously neglected to exercise at home, and running for less than 20 meters actually made her gasp slightly.

"I...I'm going to see Mashiro and tell her my true thoughts!"

"Really."

Qin Xianshu raised his eyebrows, pressed the door close button again, and the elevator door slowly closed.

"Let's go then," he said.

The elevator began to sink.

Taking advantage of this time, Rita put on her shoes and tidied her clothes.

But when she turned her gaze to the mirror-smooth inner wall of the elevator and prepared to confirm her image, her face grimaced every minute.

"Well--"

Perhaps the salty food she usually eats caused the salt content in her body to be too high. Anyway, the tears she shed earlier left two obvious tear marks on the girl's cheeks, making her look a little haggard.

Naturally, Rita didn't want to see Mashiro in this state.

Ever since, under Qin Mianshu's increasingly disgusting eyes, the girl decisively took out the small makeup box she had prepared for touch-ups anytime and anywhere when going out, and applied it to her face in the slightly crude environment of the elevator. Sweep it up.

Perhaps because of Rita's natural beauty, even if her face was a mess after crying, there were very few areas that needed repairing.

In less than 20 seconds, she returned to her usual image of the radiant British lady.

The three major evil arts in Asia are indeed well-deserved.

"How do I look now?"

Rita chose a scheming angle and raised her chin arrogantly, and blinked her eyes as if she was being discharged.

"It's pretty good." Qin Sanshu said truthfully.

"It's so perfunctory..." The girl pursed her lips.

After the words fell, the elevator reached the first floor with a ding. As the security door slowly opened, the soft lights in the hotel lobby mixed with the noise of human voices poured in.

Rita glanced out through the huge floor-to-ceiling window on the side of the hotel door in the lobby. It was sunny outside, and the road was busy with traffic. The golden sunlight shone on the moving black cars, reflecting dazzling light spots. .

The sunny weather made Rita feel better. She took the initiative to take Qin Ushu's arm with her backhand and walked out of the elevator.

"Let's go, let's go~"

"Don't be anxious..."

Qin Xianshu, who was almost dragged along, couldn't help but feel helpless.

However, this time Rita didn't seem to be in a hurry to go to Sakurasou. She slowed down after exiting the hotel door, pulled Qin Ushu along the street and began to walk along the street unhurriedly.

"I thought you would continue to take a taxi." Qin Sanshu said.

"No." Rita snorted softly, "Taking a taxi here in Japan is very expensive. Although it is not a big problem for me as a daily transportation method, taking a taxi is too fast, and I still need to spend a lot of money. Take some time to prepare and think about how to tell Mashiro."

"What should I say?"

"That's not possible. At least you have to have some understanding of Mashiro's life in Japan, right?"

"Congratulations, you now have a qualified counselor by your side."

"Right……"

Rita nodded and thought seriously.

"Who is taking care of Mashiro now, Chihiro-san?"

"Hmm~"

"Eh, no?"

Rita was startled.

"Aren't you Mashiro's boyfriend? You are so incompetent!"

"No way, it's because of work." Qin Ushu did not deny it, "My working hours are very unstable, and Teacher Qianxun is more suitable to help take care of me."

"Let me ask you what your current job is..."

"detective."

"Oh, it's the same as Sherlock Holmes!"

As a native Londoner, Rita immediately thought of this famous detective who is almost a household name in Britain.

"By the way, by the way, how far have you and Mashiro developed?"