Uesugi Sato never heard her talk about her dreams. He only knew that she loved painting very much, was good at watercolor and illustration, and was good at composition of characters that echoed the scenery.

But is love...a dream?

What is her dream...

Let go of your right hand, and the loud string sound flew through the entire bow and dojo, and the rotating arrow flew quickly towards the target.

The echoes and string sounds of the target are scattered together under the light rainy sky.

"It's raining again." Uesuma looked up and put down the longbow in his hand.

"I thought your skills would decline in this month, but it seems that I was thinking too much." Sugita Shuhei let out an arrow and also hit the target.

"The etiquette and movements are still a little unfamiliar, and they are just accurate."

Sugida Shuhei didn't refute anything. Modern bows are already completely an exhibition competition, and etiquette is an indispensable part of the entire bows and road competition.

"There will be many new members to join tomorrow. Are you going to come?"

"It depends on the situation. I will come without anything."

Fukuko Shizui brought a few cups of hot tea from the lounge and looked up at Uesugi who was walking down from the shooting position. "I always feel that Uesugi is a little out of shape."

Qiansui Shinichi also walked out of the lounge, heard the senior sister clearly, and blinked and said:

"Aren't seniors still the same? The target rate is the same."

"Well~ I don't know how to describe what I insist on saying." Fukuko Shizui held his chin with his right hand, "But it's just a feeling, do you understand? Shini."

Qiansui Shinichi gave a cup of hot tea to everyone who walked down from the shooting position, "It feels like it is the most unreliable thing, so Senior Fengzi should not use this to explain the problem."

Uesugi picked up the cup, looked at the rippling heat in the cup, and asked everyone:

"Do you think dreams are important?"

Fukiko Shizui and Shizui Shizui looked at each other.

"Look, I feel right."

"The senior is just asking a question, and it cannot prove that he is not in a state." Chitose Masahi retorted, "But dreams... I don't think it's important."

Fengko Sakai: "Why is dreamless? Without dreams, you don't even know how to move forward."

"I don't have dreams," Chitosei Zhenyi held the teacup with her right hand. "If the future is set, that is the most boring choice, and dreams will change according to environmental factors."

Masato Hirata reluctantly smiled: "I also agree with Chitose's junior sister."

The cold Ogata Asaka interjected a sentence behind everyone: "The goal is the goal, the dream is the dream, and the dream can be achieved that is not the dream."

Minister Ao Yuma also saw some clues and asked Uesugi Doo: "Has Uesugi classmate encountered something?"

"Nothing." Uesugi Doo shook his head, "just thinking about a reason to do something."

Sugita Soping put down the teacup and said gently:

"I think that the so-called dream is just a process of enjoying the pursuit and progress. When the goal is achieved, the result is just a icing on the cake.

"In the process, only the people you meet and the emotional interactions during the period are the most precious things in the dream journey. Without the people and things in between, the dreams achieved will be nothing more than a wave of emptiness."

Chitose Mai said with a curious look: "Senior Sugita said it so profoundly!"

Sugida Shuhei shook his head: "There is nothing profound. Toys are its most precious moment in the window, and the process of getting it is what needs to be experienced the most seriously."

Uesugi Dora just looked at the cup of tea in his hand and carefully understood what Senior Sugida said.

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In the evening, Uesugi and his cousin went home together.

"There is a very serious problem now." Uesugi Hiro took off her shoes and black over-knee stockings on her slender legs that poked out from the hem of her skirt.

“What’s the problem.”

Uesuma Tho was wearing a schoolbag cross-body, put on slippers and stepped on the floor.

"When Xiao Huahuo left, no one would make us supper."

Uesugizo was stunned. This was indeed a very serious problem.

"Sister Xi can't cook?"

Uesugi Hiba held her chest with her hands and leaned against the wall, "It's okay to ask me to help the kitchen, but if you want to say that I'm not much better than yours."

Uesugi Dok understands his level:

"Then go to a convenience store to buy a bento."

"Who will go?"

......

Ten seconds later.

Uesugi Hiro looked at the raised slap with her lazy royal blue eyes, "Why have I never won?"

"This thing has a secret."

"What's the secret?"

"Can the secret be called the secret?"

Uesuma Go walked to the inner room and waved to his cousin who was still standing in the entrance hall, saying, "I want a beef bean, add a bottle of Kerbis, and the rest are as easy as possible."

Uesugi Hiro picked up the key, picked up the umbrella, put on the shoes he had just taken off and walked out of the house.

......

The first thing Uesugi returns to the room - lying on the bed, picking up the big shark with firewood, lifting it up and asking:

"What is Firewood's dream?"

Shark Shark: "Idiot! Of course I'm drawing!"

"But she never told me this."

Shark Shark: "If you haven't said it, it means there is no one! You know, she insists on letting herself draw every day."

"But I don't think it's like that. When she was a child, she gave me a painting, and that painting...I can't remember it..."

Shark Shark: "If you can't remember clearly, don't think about it! It's only three years, and it will pass soon."

"Three years, is it soon?"

Uesugi, who was talking to himself, put down the shark, stared at the ceiling, and placed his arms horizontally on his closed eyes.

Continuously thinking about several questions echoing in my mind.

The hazy sleepiness gradually enveloped the blurred brain.

......

The scene is vague, but it seems to be spring.

The cherry blossoms on the banks of Kanda River are particularly gorgeous and impressive.

"Brother Zhao... I have a painting class today, but the painting of Firewall is so bad, and everyone laughs around Firewall."

“Did they draw well?”

"No, no... Everyone is obviously similar to the ones that are painted by Fireworks..."

"Then you don't draw it?"

"But...Brother Zhao...that was a task assigned by the teacher..."

"Well——just like this. You draw a painting every day, no matter what, try to draw it. What if you feel that you have drawn the best in your mind one day, then show it to me?"

"No, no problem...but Brother Zhao, don't hate Huahuo's paintings, right?"

Uesugi Sao was helpless at the little girl beside her who grabbed the corner of her clothes, and sighed and said:

"Don't worry, even if you are not studying in the same school with me now, I won't hate you."

"Then... that's what it means..."

"Yes." Uesugi Tou responded casually.

The little girl was silent for a long time. Thinking of all the deeds that have happened these days, she suddenly looked up at him:

"Haihuo... I really want to go to school with Brother Zhao..."

“There will be a chance…”

"Will Huahuo ask dad to take Brother Zhao over?"

"Let's talk about it later."

The little girl just grabbed his clothes with her fleshy hands and buried her head.

......

For some reason, I suddenly remembered the picture of Uesugi Osaki who was about to forget it and suddenly opened his eyes.

"painting."
Chapter completed!