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Chapter 124 Tomie (2)

Underground Parking Lot.

Nishio Hideaki said happily, "Tomie, have you found out?"

"what?"

Tomie sounded confused.

Nishio Hideaki was surprised. He said, "Didn't you notice?"

"That clerk and I have a conflict."

Tomie suddenly realized, and she said, "Oh, so she is not jealous of me, but hates you."

"She's your ex-girlfriend? You think I'm your current girlfriend?"

“That’s true!”

Hideaki Nishio scratched the back of his head. He regretted that he had revealed his true colors.

He quickly changed the subject and asked, "Then why were you targeting her so much just now?"

Tomie snorted and said, "I thought it was another girl who was jealous of my beauty."

"I've seen a lot of girls like this. I won't just sit there and take it. I'll teach them a lesson when I need to."

Looking at Tomie's self-righteous tsundere expression, Nishio Hideaki didn't think she was arrogant at all. Instead, he felt that that was how she should be.

He wanted to support her and let her continue to be so arrogant.

"Fu Jiang."

Nishio Hideaki said in a low voice.

"Ok?"

Tomie turned around, her black hair turned half a circle, the lights from the parking lot shone on her pupils, and a strange light bloomed in her eyes.

Nishio Hideaki's heart was beating fast, and he stammered, "Can you, can you come to my house?"

"Why----?"

Tomie crossed her arms over her chest, smiled slyly, and leaned back slightly.

Nishio Hideaki blushed like a little virgin, and said in panic: "No, I don't mean to do anything bad."

"I like to draw. I am a painter. I want to draw a picture for you."

"May I have the honor?"

Tomie was slightly surprised.

While talking, they walked to the side of the sports car. Tomie put one hand on the scissor door of the sports car. She suddenly turned her head and looked at Hideaki Nishio.

Hideaki Nishio looked a little disappointed because Tomie didn't say yes. When he saw Tomie suddenly turned around, he was a little at a loss.

Tomie covered her mouth and chuckled, "You don't look like a painter."

Nishio Hideaki smiled innocently and said, "But, I really am. I didn't expect that I would meet such an interesting and beautiful woman today."

“This world is so incredible.”

‘click’

Tomie opened the car door, held up her skirt with one hand, and sat in the passenger seat. She patted the main driver's seat with her other hand and said, "My painter, get in the car quickly."

Nishio Hideaki was pleasantly surprised. He said happily, "You agree?!"

'uh-huh'

……

in the apartment.

Hideaki Nishio's house was a little messy, with drawing boards and paints everywhere, and the room was dark.

'patta'

A hand switched on the light.

Nishio Hideaki smiled awkwardly and said, "The house is a bit messy, sorry to embarrass you."

Seeing the messy environment of Hideaki Nishio's house, Tomie smiled happily.

She said meaningfully: "It fits my stereotype of a painter."

She took off her flat shoes, revealing white socks with cute bear patterns on them.

She walked in the messy hall with teddy bear socks on her feet. Here she picked up a drawing board to look at it, and there she squatted down to admire the paintings that fell to the ground.

Tomie frowned her pretty little eyebrows and shook her head.

She sighed.

"well----"

Nishio Hideaki asked nervously, "What's wrong?"

“Is my drawing bad?”

Tomie still shook her head. She picked up the painting on the ground. The painting showed a very beautiful lady with artistic temperament.

'Tear'

She tore up the drawing paper.

Tomie opened her red lips and said, "I really doubt your taste. Why would you choose such an ugly person as a model?"

"You can't really use your painting skills at all."

She casually threw the torn drawing paper into the trash can, pointed at the drawing paper around it, and said, "Clean these up, don't keep them."

"It's really embarrassing to draw something like this, and it pollutes people's eyes."

As she spoke, Tomie covered her heart with one hand and said with a helpless expression, "Forget it."

"It's not your fault. Who told you that you have never seen beauty?"

She came to the sofa, took off her teddy bear socks and sat on it.

She struck a mermaid pose, threw her fox eyes at Nishio Hideaki, and said, "Come on, faster."

“Paint the beauty.”

Nishio Hideaki's heart was melting. He stared at Tomie blankly, his head was dizzy and he lost consciousness.

A voice deep inside my heart was screaming, I want her! I want her! I must get her!
Even if it means death, just for a moment, as long as I can have her for a moment.

Hideaki Nishio moved his eyes and looked at Tomie's exposed legs.

The instep of her feet was snow-white and tender, without a single speck of impurities. A few beautiful blue veins were faintly visible beneath the delicate skin.

Her toes were as round as pearls, and her nails were neatly trimmed. Each toe cap was like a bright moon.

In the gaps between the toes are pink and tender cracks, pure, sacred, and a little bit astringent.

'grunt'

Saliva was secreted from Hideaki Nishio's mouth, and the saliva accumulated into a pool, which he swallowed.

So beautiful.

He lived to this age just to meet Tomie.

"Hey--"

Tomie picked up a pack of napkins on the table and threw it at Hideaki Nishio's face, hitting him in the face.

She said, "Wipe your saliva quickly."

"My painter, you must paint my beauty and share it with the world. You can't keep it to yourself."

'Sisi'

The man took out a tissue and wiped the corner of his mouth. He was secretly ashamed and annoyed. He had really lost his composure. How could he be so out of control?
Then he comforted himself, who could remain calm in front of Tomie's beauty?
He was just reacting as a normal human being would.

Hideaki Nishio quickly took out his drawing board, paints, and drawing paper and began to depict Tomie's beauty.

There was obsession and drunkenness in his eyes; they gradually became bloodshot and congested, and his face turned redder, like a drunk.

'Sisi'

'Sasa'

For a moment, the only sound in the room was the sound of the paintbrush.

Tomie modeled quietly. After a few hours, she gradually became sleepy. She changed her posture, stepped on the ground with her jade feet, rubbed her eyes, and asked, "My painter, is he still not well?"

Nishio Hideaki let out a long sigh, all the energy and spirit in his body drained away, and he slumped in his seat.

He said, "Tomie, my Tomie."

"I've finished drawing, come and see it."

"I have a little bit of it, but I can't bear to show it to others."

‘Papa pa pa’

Tomie came over barefoot, with her hands behind her back, crouching down, her black hair sliding down a little, and she broke into the drawing board, nudging Nishio Hideaki's arm with her head, pushing him aside. When she saw the image on the drawing board, the smile on Tomie's face froze, her eyebrows were pressed down, and her smile was a little ugly.

She straightened up and poked Nishio Hideaki's temple with the tip of a finger.

She said, "I will be angry if you do this again next time."

"This will never happen again!"

After the lesson, she snorted and left.

After hearing Tomie's teachings, Nishio Hideaki was completely confused. He had just entered a flow state and didn't know what he was painting. He completely left it to his spirituality.

Although I didn't look closely, how could a work drawn like this not look good?

At this time, Hideaki Nishio looked at his work seriously.

The moment he saw clearly what he had drawn, a bolt of lightning struck him.

'patta'

He was so scared that he fell off the chair.

How could this be?
How could he draw something like this?

On the drawing paper, there is a strange Tomie. Tomie is sitting upright on the sofa. She looks at you quietly. She has two heads and she seems to be about to come out of the drawing paper.

……

in the apartment.

Hideaki Nishio's face was pale and he was looking at the ceiling with bloodshot eyes. He had just apologized to Tomie earnestly and begged her to stay. He wanted to paint Tomie's beauty and begged Tomie not to hate him and leave him because of a momentary joke.

Tomie reluctantly agreed.

He let Tomie stay at his house while he lived in a nearby apartment.

He didn't understand how he could draw such a picture.
Tomie is so beautiful, but he painted her so ugly.

He couldn't figure it out; his heart was caught in his throat. He took out the painting and wanted to tear it up. But when he was about to tear it up, he stopped. This was Tomie after all. Even if she was so ugly, she was still Tomie.

Nishio Hideaki put the drawing paper away.

He was afraid, afraid that he couldn't draw well, that Tomie hated him, looked down on him, and stayed away from him.

His heart has been completely captured by Tomie, and he cannot live without Tomie.

No!

Nishio Hideaki suddenly became frightened. What if Tomie secretly ran away in the middle of the night?
He picked up the phone and called his bodyguard, asking him to keep an eye on Tomie and not let her run away in the middle of the night.

After giving instructions to the bodyguard, Nishio Hideaki finally felt a little relieved.

He lay on the bed, carefully recalling every moment he had spent with Tomie today.

In the bar, in the sports car, in the luxury store, in the underground parking lot, at home.

What a beautiful, lovely woman she is.

My, my Tomie.

Hideaki Nishio was drunk, so drunk that he was about to die in sweet memories.

"I'll be angry if you do this again next time."

"It won't happen again."

Tomie's disdainful tone exploded in his ears, blasting him back to reality.

Nishio Hideaki felt a panic in his heart and broke out in a sweat. He got up with a look of horror in his eyes.

He can't live without Tomie, he can't!

He had to draw it, he had to draw Tomie's beauty, otherwise Tomie would leave him.

Nishio Hideaki got up from the bed and went to the studio.

He planned to draw Tomie based on his memory. He ruminated on the memories of his time with Tomie and included the part where he first met Tomie.

He wanted to paint the surprise he felt when he first saw Tomie.

It was in a bar, Tomie was sitting at a seat, she was the only one at the bar, she turned around.

Nishio Hideaki smiled. He could still remember the atmosphere of that moment, Tomie's dress, the smile on her face, and what she said.

Suddenly, Nishio Hideaki stopped, and the paintbrush in his hand hovered in mid-air.

He found that he had forgotten, he had forgotten Tomie.

It’s not that he forgot what Tomie looked like, but that kind of charm, that inner, unique one that was ready to burst out of his body at any moment.

He forgot the beauty of Tomie.

'patta'

The paintbrush in Hideaki Nishio's hand fell to the ground and he grabbed his head in pain.

How could I forget?
How could I forget something that important?
……

the next day.

'ding dong'

The doorbell rang.

When Tomie came to the door and opened it, she saw Hideaki Nishio and was startled.

She was surprised and said, "Oh, my painter, how did you become like this?"

I saw Hideaki Nishio standing at the door in a daze, with his shoulders hunched, dark circles around his eyes, prominent bags under his eyes, and a greasy look as if he had stayed up all night.

The moment he saw Tomie, Nishio Hideaki felt like he had been given a shot of adrenaline.

His complexion visibly improved.

He said, "Tomie, I've been thinking about you all night!"

"what--"

As if she had seen something dirty, Tomie took a few steps back and said disdainfully, "Mr. Nishio, if you do this again, I will hate you."

Nishio Hideaki was stunned for a moment, then he rubbed his face and quickly said, "Sorry, sorry."

"What I mean is, I went back home yesterday and thought about how to draw Tomie. I couldn't sleep all night because of it."

"There is something about you that can never be captured by memories."

Nishio Hideaki's eyes turned red, and he actually shed tears as he said, "That is beautiful, that is beautiful, Tomie."

"Beauty is right in front of me, but I can't draw it, Tomie."

"Please have mercy on me, Tomie."

A fragrant breeze blows towards you.

Tomie hugged Hideaki Nishio and comforted him like a mother comforting her child.

"Okay, don't cry, don't cry."

"Look at how miserable you are now."

"My painter, you can't face beauty like this."

Tomie wiped away Nishio Hideaki's tears with her fingertips.

The man was stunned. He felt unprecedented peace of mind, as if he was back in his mother's womb.

Tomie continued, "I said that yesterday."

"Don't look for such an ugly model to paint, it will lower your aesthetic standards and be far from beauty."

"Beauty is not something that can be found as easily as picking up a stone from the roadside."

“Beauty is dangerous.”

"It is a pearl in the deep sea. You have to dive into the deep sea, face numerous dangers, and risk your life, before you can take it out and take a look at it."

Tomie loosened her arms.

Just then a beam of sunlight came and she bathed in it like an angel.

She said, "My painter, please go clean up, change your clothes, and get ready."

"You can't have this attitude towards beauty."

"Ok!"

Nishio Hideaki answered calmly.

He went to the bathroom, cleaned up his appearance, changed his clothes, adjusted his state, and then returned to the drawing board.

Tomie sat on the sofa, clasped her hands together and placed them on her belly. She looked at Nishio Hideaki with compassion in her eyes, giving him endless encouragement.

Hideaki Nishio's soul was awakened. He felt that his soul had floated away from his body, and he observed Tomie from a spiritual perspective.

(End of this chapter)