After hearing about Nare's eyes, Moriyama Aoi expressed great confusion, "Then how does she usually live?"
Seemingly realizing that her question was problematic, she rephrased it, "What I mean is, if the world in Nare's eyes is different from ours, how does she recognize things, and at the same time, accurately recognize Dad, me, and others?"
"Smell and sound, I guess," Miyazaki Natsuki said. "Nare can identify people by their voices and their scent."
"But sometimes, she can also observe and recognize this world through her own eyes."
Miyazaki Natsuki added, "Although it's different from our perception, perhaps Nare has her own set of rules, and she can recognize things through these rules.
Although sometimes there will be confusion."
"I see."
Moriyama Aoi nodded.
Then, in the next second, she suddenly looked up as if realizing something.
"Ah… no wonder she calls me a fairy."
"Is it because in her eyes, I look like a fairy?"
Miyazaki Natsuki scratched his head, smiling apologetically, "Probably."
Moriyama Aoi nodded, but immediately had a new question.
"Hmm? But is the fairy she perceives the same thing we talk about?"
...
For this, Moriyama conducted some experiments on Nare.
First, she placed a pile of prepared pictures in front of Nare and asked her to identify them.
The pictures depicted angels with large white wings, but the background colors and compositions were different.
Under these circumstances, surprisingly, Miyazaki Narai was actually able to say the word "angel."
So Moriyama Aoi switched to another set of pictures, this time with a more complex composition, where angels were mixed with other main subjects.
For example, angels sitting on car hoods, angels flying in the sky, angels embracing another human, angels riding horses…
This time, Miyazaki Narai could not fully identify the angels among them.
However, she could pick out the image of wings.
"It's truly amazing," Moriyama Aoi couldn't help but exclaim.
This means Nare has her own set of identification standards.
Moreover, the world in Nare's eyes is more complex than she imagined.
To further explore the world in Nare's eyes, for a period in the future, Moriyama Aoi also taught her how to paint.
Daily kindergarten classes, plus swimming, and now adding a painting class, was actually quite tiring.
So most of the time, Moriyama Aoi would teach Miyazaki Narai to paint at the Miyazaki home after making dinner for them in the evening.
"This is the world in our eyes."
Moriyama Aoi placed a photo in front of Miyazaki Natsuki, which was a landscape photo.
Then she placed another photo that had been processed by computer, pixelated and made chaotic.
Both used the same photo, but were processed to represent the world in Miyazaki Narai's eyes as Moriyama envisioned it.
"This is the world in Nare's eyes."
Moriyama Aoi said, "However, if Nare's cognitive system is stable and has clear standards,
the paintbrush she uses is from our world, and if she depicts the scenes she sees through her eyes, it should also be close to the appearance of our world."
"Eh?" Miyazaki Natsuki was immediately confused.
"Hmm… how to explain it," Moriyama Aoi thought for a moment and said, "Look, Nare is like a compiler; her brain automatically translates our world's language once. She doesn't know the difference between the two, and then when she outputs, although she uses her own language, it's compiled again.
After this second compilation, what comes out is actually something from our world."
Looking at Miyazaki Natsuki's bewildered expression, Moriyama Aoi couldn't help but fall into despair.
"The paintings she draws, no matter the intermediate process, if they are real enough, should reflect the true appearance of the real world, because only then is it consistent in her eyes, right?"
"A dog, in Nare's eyes, is a cat. So she can only draw this thing as a cat to match her cognition.
But when she draws it realistically enough, this cat in our world actually becomes a dog."
"To explain it with mathematics, if two negatives make a positive, she should be able to draw things that accurately conform to our cognition."
Miyazaki Natsuki shook his head, still unable to understand.
Moriyama's face was full of black lines.
But she didn't expect him to understand; he would understand once Nare painted it.
...
However, the subsequent plot did not develop as Moriyama Aoi had imagined.
Because Miyazaki Narai painted something very different.
When Moriyama Aoi saw the painting that little Nare had created with gouache, she was completely stunned.
She stood in front of Nare's painting for a long time, and when Miyazaki Natsuki loudly called her name, Moriyama came back to her senses as if waking from a dream.
Miyazaki walked over, only to see Nare's painting was a chaotic mess of colors.
It looked like spilled paint, but every part was meticulously crafted by Nare.
Looking closely, it seemed chaotic, but a casual glance would be awe-struck.
What kind of strange experience was this?
"Nare is simply a genius…" Moriyama murmured.
"Can you imagine, this is almost Van Gogh-level painting, using colors to such an extent that although you don't know what she's painting, you can see a surging vitality in Nare's painting."
...
Furukawa Hirozawa looked closely at Nare's painting, and honestly, it was very chaotic.
However, just as Miyazaki Natsuki commented in game, if you glance at it casually, you would actually find a special kind of beauty.
A breathtaking beauty.
This was probably a work that only a master like Hayao Miyazaki could create, right?
It has to be said that Hayao Miyazaki invested too much in this game; these paintings could even be used for an art exhibition later.
"But, in that case, my hypothesis was completely wrong," Moriyama said, somewhat dejected.
Yes, in this painting, you can't even imagine what Miyazaki Narai originally intended to draw; there isn't a single similar line, let alone her being able to realistically draw things that conform to people's cognition.
In other words, Miyazaki Narai's cognitive system is a chaotic system; both identification and compilation are actually undergoing changes.
Or perhaps she has her own standards, but they just don't know what they are yet.
However, at least one thing is clear: Nare's set of standards is complex and ever-changing.
...
If a coordinate system could be established, it might still guide Nare to live a normal life.
According to Moriyama Aoi's idea, even if what she saw was different from everyone else, then so be it.
Colorblind patients can live perfectly fine if they don't realize they are colorblind; even with a different cognitive system, as long as you are self-consistent, there's no problem at all.
But now…
Upon seeing the results, Moriyama's confidence was somewhat shattered.
Yet, her first instinct was to look at the male protagonist and reach out to embrace him.
Miyazaki Natsuki stood frozen in place, not understanding Moriyama's actions.
Moriyama Aoi, however, was already sobbing uncontrollably, tears falling onto Miyazaki Natsuki's clothes, and while holding his neck, she stroked the back of his head.
Just like a mother.
"It must have been very difficult, carrying Nare like this, right?"
Moriyama Aoi said it again.
This time, the feeling was far more intense than before.
"Thank you for persevering until now. It must have been very difficult, right?"
"Mmm, mmm…"
Miyazaki Natsuki trembled all over, slowly reaching out and hugging her tightly.
At the same time, the male protagonist's monologue in the TV once again resonated:
"This was the first time I felt an unprecedented warmth."
"Even in winter, my whole body felt hot."
"Moriyama is a very delicate woman; she can perceive the hidden depths of my and Nare's hearts."
"At this moment, I instinctively hugged Moriyama, like a drowning person desperately grasping at the last straw."
"Is the happiness we seek here?"
...
Miyazaki Narai's paintings quickly became famous in the small town, even attracting many prominent figures from the art world to come and observe.
After seeing the child's artwork, they all, without exception, gave extremely high praise.
"She's simply a genius girl."
"How did she paint such dazzling and vibrant colors?"
Seeing this, Furukawa Hirozawa couldn't help but curl his lips.
Bah!
This was simply Hayao Miyazaki blowing his own horn through the characters in game; how shameless!
But it had to be admitted that—
Hayao Miyazaki indeed had such qualifications.
Although Furukawa claimed he didn't understand painting, he could still feel the so-called vitality in Nare's artworks.
It was hard to imagine what kind of state Old Miyazaki was in when he completed these game contents.
"Who knows, Nare might become a very rich great painter in the future," Moriyama laughed happily, "just like Picasso."
"Hmm? Really?"
Miyazaki Natsuki was a little happy and a little lost, but still nodded and said with a smile, "Mmm, that's good. That's how it should be."
"Then… even if I'm not by her side in the future, Nare will be able to support herself well, right?"
"Hmm?"
Hearing his words, Moriyama Aoi turned her head in surprise.
At the same time, outside the screen, Furukawa Hirozawa's heart also skipped a beat.
Just as Moriyama Aoi turned her head, the image of Moriyama on the screen suddenly blurred.
The male protagonist clutched his chest, vomiting violently.
Through his blurred vision, Moriyama Aoi nervously held Miyazaki Natsuki's hand, repeatedly asking, "Miyazaki, what's wrong?"
The next second, the entire screen went black.
...
Nani?!
What happened?
A very ominous premonition surged in Furukawa Hirozawa's heart.
Just now, everything was peaceful; although little Nare's eyes had a defect, she also gained extraordinary talent as a blessing in disguise. In such circumstances, everything should have gotten better.
But the subsequent plot could be described as spiraling out of control.
When the male protagonist woke up again, he was already in the hospital.
And beside him was a very anxious Moriyama Aoi.
It turned out that the male protagonist had been diagnosed with pancreatic cancer not long ago, a terrible disease that is almost incurable.
After the diagnosis, the doctor told him that the survival rate for pancreatic cancer is extremely low, and the process from onset to death is very short; some only have a few months to live, others three to five years.
But basically, they don't live beyond 5 years.
It was under these circumstances that Miyazaki Natsuki brought his daughter to the town of Guangyu.
His last wish in life was to find a place where he could entrust his daughter.
To live in a city where she would be treated kindly.
...
Ah~
Damn it!
Playing to this point, Furukawa Hirozawa couldn't hold it together anymore.
Old Thief Furuhara, I'm going to kill you!
Why, why do you have to stab us so hard when everything is at its best?
Can't you just let the male protagonist and Nare live happily?
Good heavens, in the previous work, you killed the male protagonist's wife and child, and in this work, it's finally the male protagonist's turn, is that it?
Old Thief Furuhara, you truly have a cruel heart!
...
Although the male protagonist suffered from cancer, he remained optimistic and strong, full of infinite drive and strength.
This time, after vomiting, getting a fever, and fainting again, Miyazaki Natsuki truly realized that his days were numbered.
So he decided to find a good home for Nare sooner.
Several female protagonists also participated in this action.
Although the overall tone of this next segment of the plot was sad, Maeda Jun described it with an optimistic and positive approach.
While looking for a new family and parents, many funny things happened.
Especially Kawashima Sakura, the idiot, who acted as the group's cheerful person throughout, providing a lot of laughs.
Furukawa Hirozawa experienced this segment of the plot while almost crying and laughing at the same time.
...
After some screening, Miyazaki Natsuki finally selected a new family for Nare.
The other party was a very famous painter couple, not lacking money, in their 40s but without children.
This couple liked Nare very much and also greatly appreciated her talent.
After learning that Miyazaki Narai's eyes were unusual, the painter couple expressed that they would do everything in their power to protect Nare, to prevent her from being discriminated against or suffering any grievances.
However, that evening, Nare threw a huge tantrum, locking herself in her room and ignoring Miyazaki Natsuki.
"Nare,"
Miyazaki Natsuki opened the door and saw the child sitting on the floor with her back to him, pouting. He couldn't help but feel a little guilty.
"Shinbou and his wife are very good people. You have great talent in painting, and if you can be with them, perhaps you'll achieve even greater things in the future."
Miyazaki's throat choked up, but he still didn't dare to tell his daughter that he had cancer and his days were numbered.
Who knew that at this moment, Miyazaki Narai's cold reply came from inside the room:
"No."
"Nare…" Miyazaki Natsuki opened his mouth, but found he couldn't make any sound.
【I truly, from the bottom of my heart, wish to live with you forever】
【But】
【But…】
In the male protagonist's vision, the light in the room dimmed, and only Nare gradually became clearer.
And in this environment, Nare seemed to move further and further away, as if she would disappear from his world in the next second.
"So what if it's cancer?"
Just then, Nare spoke a sentence.
"Eh?"
Miyazaki Natsuki was stunned; he didn't quite understand how Nare knew.
"So what if it's cancer?"
Miyazaki Narai turned around, and at this moment, the 6-year-old child was already in tears.
The next second, she suddenly lunged forward, throwing herself into Miyazaki Natsuki's arms and hugging him tightly.
"Daddy, don't leave me."
"Don't leave me, okay?"
...
Wuwuwu…
At this moment, Furukawa Hirozawa, outside the TV, could no longer hold back his tears and was crying like a baby.