Today was Wednesday, and it was time for school and class. Conan sat in his seat weakly. This life, it's really uncomfortable.
But for Little White, it was a time to relax.
After class, he took out a folded drawing board from the drawer, unfolded it, and began to sketch.
The content of the sketch was of a woman in a maple forest. Her right hand was holding down her white sunhat as if she was afraid of being blown away by the wind. Her white dress was fluttering in the wind. The girl looked into the distance with a smile, and the maple leaves were falling with the wind, floating around the woman.
Xiao Bai, did you draw this? So beautiful. After class, Bu Mei and the others stood by Xiao Bai's desk, looking at his completed work.
Yeah, I didn't know you could draw, and you're so good at it. Mitsuhiko was also standing at the side, looking at the painting with a sigh.
Is that so? Why can't I tell? Genta looked at the painting and could not tell what was good about it.
hmm. Conan heard the conversation between Ayumi and the others and ran over to take a look, but he was stunned after staring at the drawing board.
He seemed to see Xiao Lan in a maple forest. The breeze blew her long dress, and her eyes looked into the distance as if she was waiting for something.
Conan, what's wrong? Genta looked at Conan, who was staring at the painting.
Hehe, nothing. I was just a little fascinated. Conan rubbed the back of his head and smiled.
Is that so? Genta looked at the painting again, but it seemed to be the same.
At this moment, Xiaobai took out some paintings and looked at them.
The girl stood barefoot on the beach. The setting sun shone on her, and her figure was very long. Her long hair fluttered in the wind.
Then he flipped it over and pulled out another one.
She was still a girl, sitting on the roof, stretching out her right hand to count the stars in the sky. The starry sky was as beautiful as the Milky Way, and the girl's smile was so happy.
Wow, they are all very well drawn. Ayumi crossed her arms and looked at the painting.
Hehe, it's nothing. Mao Libai smiled and began to tidy up the painting.
No wonder he always went to the roof after dinner these two days. But how did he draw these? Moreover, he was only seven years old. Looking at his paintings, it would take at least a few years for him to have such a foundation. Conan looked at the smiling Mao Libai.
Xiaobai, who did you learn how to draw from? It was so well drawn. Guang Yan asked as he watched Xiao Bai's actions.
Hehe, these are already in my mind. I seem to have learned them before. Xiaobai smiled and replied.
So it was like this. Mitsuhiko and the others nodded in response.
However, he was really a genius. Conan looked at the painting that had not been put away.
Haha, I seem to have heard this sentence a lot. Xiao Bai rubbed the back of his head with his right hand as he spoke, seemingly a little embarrassed.
Can't you be more modest? Conan was speechless as he held the painting.
Xiaobai, can you draw me one? Bu Mei crossed her arms as she looked at the smiling Whitey.
If you have time, I have something to do these few days. Xiaobai looked at Bu Mei's expectant expression.
I see. Bu Mei was a little depressed when she heard Xiao Bai's answer.
Ayumi, I promise you. When I'm done with my work, I'll draw it for you. Xiaobai looked at Bu Mei, who was in low spirits.
hmm. Bu Mei smiled and nodded.
Xiaobai. Genta and Kazuhiko looked at Xiaobai.
Haha, haha. Xiaobai looked at Genta and Kazuhiko. It seemed that he had provoked something.
Class is starting, go back to your seat. At this time, the bell rang for class. Conan said to Genta and the others.
After school in the afternoon.
Uncle, we're back. After saying goodbye to Genta and the others on the roadside, Conan and Xiaobai returned to the detective agency.
Well, you're back. Mao Li glanced at Conan and the others before continuing to watch TV.
Uncle, I'm going out. Xiaobai put down her bag, took out a folded drawing board and paper, and ran out.
Come back early. Mao Li said as he watched the television.
No wonder I didn't see him after school these two days. He must have gone out to collect materials. Conan thought to himself as he watched Little White run out.
Uncle, I'm going out too. Conan said to Mao Li and trotted out with his skateboard.
Go, go, come back soon, haha, Miss Yoko. Mao Li waved his hand, and then saw him hugging the television and rubbing his face against it.
Heh... Heh... How old was this uncle? When closing the door, Conan was speechless at Mao Li's actions.
It was time to visit the doctor. Conan ran downstairs with the skateboard and rode the skateboard in the direction of the doctor.
At this time, Xiaobai was holding the drawing board on the trolley. He was about to reach his destination. He had already been to that place twice. This time, it was the third time.
And his target was the fashion designer, who was already 40 years old, known as Japan's leading top designer, Hideko Toya.
A few days ago, he had read in the newspaper that the fashion show of Hideko Toya had been suspended. The news was that her competitor had held a winter fashion show that was similar to theirs. As a person who had been reborn, he knew what she would do, so he had to stop her.
Arriving at the vicinity of Hideko Toya Company, it was not crowded because it had been a long time since work hours had ended and the flow of people was slowly decreasing.
Soon after, she walked out of the company in high heels, carrying a bag, wearing a gray coat and light gray tights.
ah. At this moment, Mao Libai ran towards Hideko. Then, he bumped into her, and the drawing board in his hand had already been unfolded. Because of the collision, it fell in front of Hideko Toya.
Little friend, are you okay? Hideko squatted down and looked at the child in white casual clothes sitting on the ground.
I'm fine. Mao Libai stood up and dusted himself off.
Well, it's good that you're fine. Hideko smiled and picked up the drawing board that had fallen in front of her.
Hmm, this…it was as if he had seen something incredible, and then he flipped through page after page of the drawing paper.
Little friend, can you tell me who drew this? Hideko Toya looked at Xiaobai and asked.
I'm not a kid. I have a name. Xiao Bai pouted, seemingly dissatisfied with the way the auntie addressed him.
Hehe, I was rude. Hideko seemed to have heard something unbelievable and smiled. This little devil was really cute.
My name is Mao Libai. I'm seven years old this year. These paintings were all drawn by me. Mao Libai smiled and pointed at the painting in her hand.
Oh? Hideko looked at Maori Shiro as if she wanted to see through something. However, she looked at the eyes that were hidden from view because she was wearing glasses. It was as if he could not see through anything.
My name is Hideko Toya. You can call me Auntie Hideko. It was as if he could only see the child in front of him smiling, that kind of sunny smile. It seemed to have driven away the worries and haze in her heart.
Aunt Yingzi? Xiaobai was puzzled.
Well, you can call me Aunt Yingzi. Your name is Mao Libai, right? Speaking of your name, it reminds me of a girl, a girl with a sunny aura. Hideko looked up as if she was thinking about something.
Gu…At this moment, a sound was heard.
Are you hungry? Why don't Aunt Yingzi take you to eat something nearby? Yingzi smiled and stood up with her drawing board.
Hehe, I forgot to eat when I came out. Besides, I didn't bring much money with me. Xiaobai smiled embarrassedly.
It's okay, you don't have to pay for it. This is from Aunt Yingzi. Yingzi squatted down and pinched Xiaobai's cheeks.
But the teacher taught us not to casually eat with strangers. However, I believe that Aunt Yingzi is a good person. Xiaobai rubbed her face and went forward to hold her hand.
Hehe, what a cute child. Hideko said as she held the drawing board in one hand and Maori Bai in the other.
Of course I'm cute. Xiao Bai looked at Hideko and said cutely, revealing his dimples. That smile was so pure.
In the dining room.
Little friend, what do you want to eat? Hideko placed the drawing board aside and asked Xiaobai.
My name is not Little Friend, my name is Mao Libai. Little White crossed her arms and pouted as she looked to the side, as if to express her dissatisfaction.
Hehe. Hideko looked at Maori Shiro, and for some reason, she seemed to be much happier.
So, little Mao Libai, what do you want to eat? Hideko looked at Morihiro with her chin in her hands.
I told you, my name is Mao Libai. Mao Libai continued to pout, not looking at Hideko.
Alright, I surrender, Little White. Is that okay? Hideko smiled as she held her chin.
Um, no problem. I want to eat Egg Fried Rice. Mao Libai turned to look at Hideko Toya, then raised his right hand and said loudly.
Looking at the cute Little White opposite her, Yingzi smiled and instructed the waiter.
After the Egg Fried Rice and Sushi were served, Little White picked up the spoon and started eating the Egg Fried Rice.
Xiaobai, who drew this? Hideko Toya asked as she ate her Sushi and looked at the drawing board beside her.
Well, I drew it myself. Xiao Bai replied vaguely as he ate the fried rice.
Lying children are not good. Hideko turned her head to look at Xiaobai, as if she did not believe that this painting was drawn by the child in front of her.
I'm not lying. My teacher said I'm a genius. Xiaobai stopped what she was doing and looked at Hideko.
Oh, really? Hideko looked at the serious Morihiro, as if she was considering the authenticity of his words.
However, Xiao Bai continued to eat the Egg Fried Rice on the plate as if he was ignoring her.
Hehe, Xiao Bai, can I take these paintings back? Hideko Toya said as she looked at the drawing on the drawing board.
Don't tell me I forgot, I'm here to collect materials. Mao Libai finished the Egg Fried Rice on his plate and seemed to remember what he was here for.
Oh, then can you let Aunt Yingzi watch from the side later? Hideko Toya said as she looked at Maori Shiro.
Yes, but you can't disturb me. Mao Libai crossed his arms and nodded.
Hehe. Hideko couldn't help but smile as she looked at the mischievous Mao Libai.
After paying the bill, it was already close to six o'clock and the sun had already set. Hideko accompanied Moribai to a patch of grass. Moribai sat cross-legged and looked at the streetlights not far away. He then placed the drawing board on his knees. She pouted, put the pen on the corner of her mouth, and held her chin, thinking about something.
Hideko sat beside him, looking at Maori Bai without saying a word.
After a few minutes, Mao Libai began to write.
With a rustling sound, the street light not far away appeared on the paper. Then, a girl appeared. The girl was wearing a gray long fur coat, a black scarf hat, black jeans, and white boots. The girl was looking up and seemed to have seen something, revealing a smile. On the drawing board, Xiaobai slowly drew a circle. That's... Snow
It took only about 40 minutes for a painting, and Hideko Toya was already stunned. This was not something that could be described as a genius. This... There were no words to describe it. He felt that if he was given time, he could become the world's leading artist and fashion designer.
Looking at the clothes of the four seasons, as well as the girl's deep affection, Hideko seemed to fall into it.
He looked at the painting carefully, as if he was fascinated by it. He seemed to see the girl's smiling expression. He saw the girl's matching outfit. The combination of all these, the combination of the four seasons. Everything seemed to be giving her great inspiration, making the little bit of hatred in her heart slowly disappear. It seemed that as long as he continued to comprehend, he could make even better works.
Morihiro looked at Ayako, no, Auntie Ayako. Looking at her infatuated expression, he also smiled. In his previous life, when he was an assassin. Assassination, explosion, protection of targets, etc., and he was indeed a genius. He had learned painting during his leisure time. To him, the pictures and everything constructed by them were so real. And her smile. Later on, he also interacted with some famous masters for a period of time. Therefore, his painting skills were still very good. At least, many of his paintings were liked. It was just as he had told the Ochiai grandpa. The soul of the artist was in the painting. Only when a painting has a soul can it be considered a beautiful painting. So, he painted a lot of beautiful pictures.
Just as he once sighed to himself. Life is long and short. It was also a classic line from the skit. In a person's life, one day passed by as one opened and closed his eyes. One's eyes are closed for life. A lifetime is over, right?
Therefore, he cherished his time, no matter when it was. Even if it was learning cooking, painting, music, everything. He would wholeheartedly study it, just because it could make him relax. In the end, he traveled all over the country and became a prominent figure. Although many people did not know him, only those who knew him would know. However, those famous painters and chefs occasionally talked about him in the newspapers. However, he did not mention his name. In the end, he only mentioned it briefly to let everyone know that there was such a person. Because the people he came into contact with did not know his identity. She only knew that he was his friend. There was no need to ask anything between friends, right?
Now you believe me. Xiaobai spread out her hands and looked at Yingzi who was staring at the painting.
Xiaobai, you are really a genius. No, genius is not enough to describe you. Or rather, I can't find any words to describe you. It's not a compliment. It's true. Few people at your age have such achievements. Yingzi looked at Mao Libai and smiled.
Hehe, it's not that exaggerated. Mao Libai scratched the back of his head. He seemed very embarrassed.
Oh no, it's getting late. Aunt Yingzi, I have to go home. Little White looked at the sky that was slowly revealing the white moonlight. He put the drawing board on the ground, stood up, and rubbed his sore shoulders and thighs.
Then I'll send you off. Yingzi also stood up.
Haha, no need, Aunt Yingzi, I will be careful. I'll give these paintings to you. I'm leaving now. See you next time. Mao Libai took down all the paintings on the drawing board and gave them to Hideko Toya. Before she could reply, he had already run away.
This child…Hideko looked at the disappearing figure, then looked at the drawing in her hand and smiled.
The next day, the newspaper published the news of the dismissal of Hideko's secretary, Taniguchi Mika. The rumor was that Taniguchi Mika had sold Hideko's fashion design to a competing company, although Taniguchi Mika had always denied it. However, surprisingly, when she answered this question in an interview, she just smiled and did not give any explanation.
Later, because of Taniguchi Mika's reputation, many companies did not hire her. She had no choice but to go abroad and disappear from this city.
And after firing Taniguchi Mika, Toya Yingzi invited Mao Lilan to come to the company as a model this weekend, and her new clothes had also been designed. Among them were the four paintings by Mao Libai. As for the rest, they were all inspired by the paintings and were re-designed. However, only Mao Libai's four pieces were completed. Perhaps to her, these four pieces of clothing were really beautiful on the girl with the bright smile. That girl, who was healthy in body and mind.
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