COLD RAIN

CHAPTER 8

The painting competition was held in the fine arts building of a university on the outskirts of the city.

For the competition that started at nine o’clock in the morning, the family of three arrived after seven o’clock.

A banner was hanging over the door. While there were not many people, Sammy took a group photo with her two children under the banner and said that she would print it out and hang it at home.

Breakfast was bought at a nearby stall, three buns and a bag of soy milk per person.

Pon took a bag of soy milk and studied it for a long time. He didn’t know how to deal with it.

Sammy took it and bit open a gap, inserted a straw and handed it back: “No one here knows you. Don’t pretend to be elegant.”

Pon had never drunk this kind of bagged drink, so he hesitated to take it and then observed for a while before leaning over and taking a sip.

Benz asked him if it was delicious. He bit the straw and nodded, “It’s delicious.”

It was rare for Sammy to hear her son say that something tasted good.

She wanted to give him her bag and asked, “Didn’t you dislike sweet food before?”

Pon choked and coughed violently while covering his mouth.

Benz patted him on the back and explained on his behalf: “Didn’t Dr. Kenta say that he might change? It’s not unusual for his taste to be different from before.”

Both mother and son had careless personalities.

Sammy easily accepted this theory and told Pon to go in and have a good time and then come out to have dessert together.

This time the competition was not much to talk about.

The theme was set early in the morning.

Although they painted on the spot, the contestants had enough time to prepare in advance and most of them had specific ideas.

Besides, it was not a formal competition. Pon knew that Sammy just wanted to find a reason to take him out, so he was not nervous and walked into the competition site just for the sake of participating.

Spreading out his painting tools, he looked up and saw the big word “Sunrise” written on the blackboard.

Perhaps because they were a campus group, most of the participants around him started with landscape paintings, but Pon took a different approach.

He sketched an outline of a man in the right part of the drawing, surrounded with translucent light. There was no sun on the whole paper, but it could be seen that the man in the painting was walking in the light of the sun rising in the east.

Since his rebirth, while retaining his memory, Pon had been affected by the condition of the body of the original owner almost all the time.

Although he was thin in the past, his physical fitness was good.

But now he had a cold and fever every three days and couldn’t drink much cold water.

So he took it for granted that he would inherit a little of the original owner’s painting habits but after he really started drawing, he discovered that he still kept most of his own brushwork.

The man in the painting was standing against the light, his short hair fluttering in the wind, and thousands of strands of golden morning rays poured through every small gap between his hair and shoulders, brushing the side of his face and his deep facial features in the shadow.