In December in Tokyo, the temperature dropped sharply and the wind was freezing.

The female high school students on the road were all wearing thick coats and scarves outside their student uniforms. Their exposed knees were blown red by the wind.

Between opening and closing of the breath, a light white mist is sprayed out.

The season of pure white has entered.

Mogami Kazuto's hair color has not changed back, and he still has the blinking blue-purple hair. He can only wear a hat when going out, otherwise it will look like a blue will-o'-the-wisp appearing at night, which is really hard to look at.

I'm recording at a recording studio in Shinjuku today. The last time I participated in Miyano Mamoru's program, the response was pretty good. Today is my second time participating.

Miyano-senpai was still very busy, so Mogami Kazuto was the first to leave.

Although it was a bit cumbersome to say goodbye to the staff after the collection was completed, Mogami Kazuto gradually got used to such troublesome etiquette.

After leaving the building, Mogami and Kazuto were just about to walk towards the station, when two young women walked up to the parking lot not far away.

The woman with long hair is putting her hands on the shoulder of the woman with short hair, walking staggeringly, as if she is not in good physical condition.

The short-haired woman was laughing non-stop, and before they could get closer, her voice was heard.

"I will absolutely, absolutely, absolutely never ride in your car again!"

"You seemed to have said the same thing last time. When will I be compensated for the cost of repairing the car door?"

Mogami Kazuto froze on the spot, silently lowered the brim of his hat, stepped aside, pretended not to recognize them, and prepared to leave quietly.

As he passed the long-haired woman side by side, Mogami Kazuto couldn't help but glance at her profile from the corner of his eye, but his eyes met hers.

A trace of surprise flashed in her eyes, and neither of them made a sound, tacitly closing their gazes.

"Wait a moment!"

Hearing this shout, Mogami Kazuto suddenly felt excited and instinctively quickened his pace.

"That blue guy over there! I see you! Bastard Mogami!"

Hearing his name, Mogami Kazuto could no longer step out, for fear that this troublemaker would call his real name in front of the whole world the next moment.

Ah~ah~~What a troublesome guy.

Mogami Kazuto turned around helplessly and looked at the troublesome Qianying with a cold expression.

"Huh! It's really you!"

Sakura Ayane put her hands on her hips with a proud face.

Mogami Kazuto really couldn't figure out how she could recognize him at a glance, even though he had dyed his hair and wore his hat so tightly.

Helpless, Mogami Kazuto had no choice but to say hello to them: "Sakira-san, Konishi-san, hello."

Sakura Ayane raised her eyebrows suppressedly: "You are very polite today."

Saori Konishi, who was next to Sakura Ayane, nodded slightly: "Long time no see, Mr. Totsuka."

Mogami Kazuto nodded calmly as a greeting to her.

"Hey! Mogami! What's wrong with your hair?"

Sakura Ayane did not hide her ridicule, and Mogami Kazuto, who was already autistic because of his hair, looked increasingly ugly.

"You take care of me."

"It's not blue, it's not purple, it's like an eggplant, the taste is really unique."

“…”

Miss Sakura was as open-minded as ever, and Kazuto Mogami really couldn't figure out where this woman got the confidence to be so familiar with him.

"If you can't speak, you can speak less."

Sakura Ayane raised her eyebrows, which was a sign of an attack, but she was stopped by Saori Konishi on the side.

"Ayane, it's almost time to go up and record it. We can't keep Chanko-san and the others waiting."

"I know."

Although Sakura Ayane is difficult to deal with, she takes her work more seriously than anyone else. After listening to Saori Konishi's words, she did not continue to pester Mogami Kazuto.

Sakura Ayane raised her chin provocatively: "See you later! Mogami."

"oh."

Saori Konishi looked at Mogami Kazuto with a slightly apologetic look, and said softly: "I'm sorry to have caused you any trouble, Mr. Totsuka."

"If you're used to it, I'll take my leave first, you two."

"Goodbye, Mr. Totsuka."

Mogami Kazuto turned around without hesitation and walked silently towards the station.

Mr. Totsuka...?

It's not a bad title.

It's just that this feeling is really wonderful. People who once lived under the same roof, people who made vows to each other at the wedding, now even the word stranger feels out of reach.

Memories that could not be described as pleasant, and could even make him depressed, came to him relentlessly like a tide.

It hit the rock-like wall of his heart, but it didn't move at all.

…

…

After returning to the empty home, Mogami Kazuto washed his face and went upstairs to his room.

I opened the document after a long absence and prepared to write a few words, but my mind went blank.

As my fingers moved up and down on the keyboard, I wrote a description of the scenery, less than twenty words.

Mogami Kazuto felt that he needed to change his mood and change his hairstyle, such as dyeing his eggplant-colored hair back to black.

It could also be that the hair dye penetrated into the scalp and damaged his brain cells.

Either the chair was too hard, which affected his inspiration.

With a long sigh, he turned around and entered the piano room, holding the guitar and playing until four o'clock in the afternoon.

Perhaps it was because he had interacted with people too much during this period that Mogami Kazuto especially missed the time he spent playing the piano alone.

The hand of time caressed the young man and the piano, and the cold wind of winter slapped the window.

As the sun sets, the afterglow shines on the floor of the room through the window, and the dust elves dance in the light pillars to the melodious and quiet sound of the piano.

Slowly falling to the ground.

This is Kazuto Mogami's first winter in Tokyo. Just like a person welcomes summer, when winter comes, Kazuto Mogami is still alone.

Presumably next spring will be the same.

I went downstairs and made a simple dinner. It tasted very good and my skills improved again.

After dinner, Mogami and Kazuto went out for a walk. When they came back, they took a shower and got ready for bed.

In terms of work, Kazuto Mogami has finished composing the lyrics and music for his debut song. He will go to the company early tomorrow morning to audition songs. The official recording should be in a few days.

Now he is still a newcomer and his workload is not heavy. Apart from the occasional broadcast by Miyano Mamoru and the two songs and music videos he is recording, the rest are all trivial matters.

Even so, Mogami Kazuto still felt that his alone time was not enough, nor did he want to do some shameful things alone.

Mogami Kazuto naturally doesn't like to cater to other people's temperaments. Choosing to debut as a singer was the boldest decision he made in his entire life.

But now that the road has been chosen, there is no choice but to go on.

Since he can't get the heartbeat from other people, it's good to enjoy the thrill that music brings to him.
Chapter completed!