It's still early; it'll only be a little past six in the evening when we finish dinner.
Even under normal circumstances, going to bed at this time is really too early.
Besides, he slept for so long this afternoon, so he can't fall asleep now.
Back in her room, Ai took a novel, leaned against the headboard of Kōyū's bed, and carefully flipped through it.
Meanwhile, Kōyū sat next to Ai, sketching in his notebook with a pencil.
He wanted to record that scene from his dream in the form of a painting.
Instead of relying on memory.
The content of dreams is easy to forget.
In the instant you wake up, you probably remember about 70-80% of it.
But in the blink of an eye, you might only remember one or two tenths of what you dreamed about.
Those who are better at remembering the general plot of the dream, the environment in the dream, and the characters who appear in the dream.
They can even remember one or more fragments of their dreams.
Those who are less fortunate will probably forget most of the content of their dreams as soon as they turn their heads.
It's quite impressive that he can still clearly remember a scene after waking up.
As the gears of time turn, memories may be covered in dust or buried deep in the mind.
To avoid this situation from happening, Kwangyu felt that drawing this scene while he could still remember it clearly was a good choice.
I happen to have nothing to do right now, so drawing can help pass the time.
Because it was just a draft, Guangyou drew it very casually, without much detail; he simply drew an outline.
"What are you drawing?" Ai glanced at the notebook, but since it was a draft, she couldn't tell what Kousuke was drawing.
"Take a guess." Kōyū put down his pen and looked up at Ai.
After glancing at the notebook again, Ai guessed, "The scenery?"
She knew that Guangyou was drawing a rough sketch, and it was impossible to tell exactly what he was drawing, but she could still make out a general idea.
"You guessed a small part right." Kōyū confirmed Ai's guess, but still didn't tell Ai what he was drawing.
"Fine, don't tell me then." Ai glanced at Kousuke, who had a smile on his face, and seeing that he didn't intend to tell her, she lowered her head and continued reading.
Hearing Ai say those words in a calm tone, Kōyū smiled and shook his head, then quietly explained them to her.
"I had a dream this afternoon, and when I woke up I remembered one scene from it. Because I liked that scene, I wanted to draw it."
"A dream?" Ai glanced at the notebook, then looked at Kōyū.
"Um."
After responding, Kōyū lowered his head, pointed to the draft in his notebook with his pencil, and said to Ai, "The person in the middle is you."
As he spoke, Guangyou recalled that scene again, and suddenly had some ideas. He then started writing and added a few more strokes to the draft.
Inspiration is something that can only be encountered by chance; it may occasionally flash through your mind, but if you can't grasp it, you may not be able to recall it even after racking your brains.
"Me?" Ai thought of what Kousuke had said before, "I drew a scene from a dream," and suddenly understood something.
"Hmm." After writing down the inspiration, Kōyū stopped writing, looked up at Ai, and nodded affirmatively.
"The painting depicts you."
After saying this to Ai, Kōyū flipped through a few pages of his notebook and said, "Most of the drawings I've done are related to you."
Then, Guangyou flipped back over.
Unlike before, this time he slowed down so that Ai could see the painting clearly.
"Yes, I saw it..."
As Kōyū turned the page, Ai's gaze swept across the notebook, carefully examining the drawings.
"Not bad..." Ai lowered her head, her hair obscuring the curve of her lips. After a moment, she praised her in a flat tone.
"Hehe..." Guangyou chuckled twice, then turned to the draft page, looked at the draft, and recalled the scene in his dream.
A sea of flowers, a white dress, and her.
These main elements are all in the draft; now all that's missing is to add a few hundred million details to the draft.
To be honest, he couldn't remember any details of that scene either.
He has to figure these things out himself.
Aside from having a general idea, it's no different from drawing a regular picture.
Therefore, Guangyou was not in a hurry to finish the painting.
Instead, a new idea suddenly came to mind.
"Aren't you going to keep drawing?" Ai asked when she saw that Kousuke had turned to a new page.
She was quite curious to see what the painting actually looked like.
“No rush.” Guangyou nodded and explained, “I really like that scene, so I want to draw it as perfectly as possible.”
"Let me see it when it's finished?" Ai asked, looking at Kōyū.
"Yes, I'll definitely show it to you." Guangyou nodded, picked up his pen, and began to draft in his notebook.
"What are you drawing right now?" Ai glanced at the notebook, but it was still just a draft, and it was impossible to tell what she was drawing.
"You'll find out as you read on." Guangyou said, having already stalled for time, and continued working on his draft.
The background of this painting is not as complicated as the sea of flowers. Guangyou simply painted a window in the center and a few small picture frames around it.
Then, Ai saw that Kousuke had drawn two people in front of the window.
Two people were sitting by the window, one of them seemingly holding something in his hands.
It's just a draft at the moment, so it's not very clear.
"Ai, why don't you read your novel for a while?"
Putting down his pen, Kōyū, while still brainstorming, said to Ai, "I'll call you when I'm almost done drawing."
"Hmm." After hearing this, Ai stopped reading, turned around, picked up the novel, and started reading again from where she had stopped.
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