In Aoi Kazuaki's studio.
Rukawa Sakura led Tezuka to look at the paintings in the room.
"Now, other than the teacher's works that are no longer circulated,
Several senior brothers and sisters are all seriously engaged in the profession of painters and sell paintings for a living,
So there aren't many paintings in the studio here. Most of them have been sold, "Rukawa Sakura said as she looked at the scattered paintings in the studio.
Tezuka nodded,
His gaze swept past them one by one.
Rukawa Sakura sighed, "Now, there aren't many people who really know how to appreciate paintings. Most of them are just here because the teacher is known as' Painting Master Qingchuan 'by the industry.
The senior brothers and sisters seem to be well-off on the surface,
But as painters, they aren't very rich internally.
Part of everyone's studio was funded and built by the teacher.
Everyone wants to pursue art and dreams,
But that can't go against reality.
The premise of being a painter is..,
We have to provide for ourselves first.
Not everyone can reach the same height as the teacher, and not everyone has the opportunity to speak of.
The senior brothers and sisters have the teacher's name, so it may be easier for them to stand out than others, but at the same time, the pressure will increase exponentially. "
Rukawa Sakura raised her head and looked at Tezuka, "Ah Guang, your words..,
Have always been clear about your goal.
But until now, I don't know..,
"Should I become an artist?"
Ideals are never reality,
I have always been a rational and realistic person. Such a decision is not easy to make.
Even if I like it, I don't love it so much that I can block my future for it.
Liking can't be a lifelong career. I always feel that it's too rash. "
"Just follow your heart. You'll find it." He had always believed that she was outstanding.
But her future didn't need to be so brilliant. As long as she lived comfortably, it would be fine.
She just needed to find a simple and comfortable path to walk,
That was the most suitable path for her.
Rukawa Sakura looked at the paintings in the room. "The disciples of famous families can treat painting as a hobby, but for a commoner artist, it's already not easy to get to where they are. Painting is just a means to an end.
Those who were accepted by the teacher as his last disciple were all people who truly loved painting.
I think I'm no exception. I just don't have the determination. "
Rukawa Sakura turned around. "Heh, I think I've said too much.
Why am I telling Ah Guang all this?
Don't take it to heart. It's just a complaint. "
"I know." Tezuka looked at Rukawa Sakura and answered affirmatively.
"Pursuing one's dreams is never an easy task.
For that, we will have to pay a great price. "
Rukawa Sakura smiled at Tezuka.
"Then Ah Guang, you have to work hard.
You've already sacrificed so much. If you still don't realize your dream, it's really unfair. It's intolerable. "
Tezuka's expression was gentle. The corners of his lips curled up as he looked at Rukawa Sakura's figure that was close to him.
"After the Kanto Tournament, there will be an exhibition of the teacher's paintings at the Tokyo Art Museum. At that time, the works of our disciples will also be on display.
Of course, that includes me.
Hey, Ah Guang, bring everyone from the tennis club to support the exhibition.
I'll send you an admission ticket. "
"Okay." Tezuka nodded.
Rukawa Sakura looked back and smiled.
Although in the eyes of most people, Tezuka Kunimitsu was strict and even a little old-fashioned, he was actually a very gentle person.
Once he acknowledged you, he would treat you with sincerity. He was also very gentle on normal days.
It was just that the cold temperament was engraved in his bones. However, the "iceberg" that outsiders called him was actually not accurate.
That was the Tezuka Kunimitsu that Rukawa Sakura knew. The gentle Tezuka Kunimitsu.
"That —" Tezuka pointed to an easel in the corner. Although it was covered with a white cloth, the word "Sakura" was clearly visible at the corner of the white cloth.
Tezuka knew Rukawa Sakura's habit of marking her own things in English.
Tezuka raised his phoenix eyes and looked at Rukawa Sakura. "Is this yours?" His eyes were full of interest.
"Yes." Rukawa Sakura looked at the easel and smiled.
"I almost don't remember it myself. I didn't expect that senior brother would keep it for me.
It should be left behind when I first started learning to draw.
Although the drawing wasn't good, senior brother said it was worth remembering. At that time, he even took the easel away from me. "
"Can I see it?" Tezuka asked with great interest.
He rarely saw Rukawa Sakura's paintings. It was not an exaggeration to say that he had been looking forward to it for a long time.
"It's not good.
Previously, I only drew because I was interested in it. I haven't learned it systematically.
At that time, I just met my teacher and didn't know that there were so many things to pay attention to.
Although I don't remember what I drew at that time, I think it was very bad.
Ah Guang, if you want to see it, you can, but don't make any comments.
I can't afford to be criticized.
But I don't have to worry about you laughing at me — Ah Guang, you've always been 'expressionless' … "Rukawa Sakura laughed and teased Tezuka.
Why would the "iceberg" laugh at her?
She was just saying that for fun.