Yu Xian returned to the presidential suite and looked at the bottle in his hand.
It was dark outside and couldn't see clearly, so he turned on the light on the table.
The red liquid in the bottle sloshed and soaked the cork.
He pulled out the cork, frowned, and smelled it.
Unexplainable taste.
But it feels like blood, but more fishy than blood.
Yuxian poured the liquid into the toilet and flushed it, threw the bottle and the sling into the trash can, and then started taking a shower.
After taking a shower, he dried his body, went downstairs and had something to eat. After returning to the room, he sat at the table and took out his pen and paper.
There was a waterfall-like rainstorm outside, and the sky in Tokyo was as black as ink, pressing down on the ground.
The water level of the river below Tokyo Bridge rose, and the huge ship flashed red lights, like a shadow in a painting slowly swimming by, pushing aside the cherry blossoms floating on the water.
Last time I wrote about fairy tales "Cinderella", today I want to write about "Snow White", "Little Red Riding Hood", "The Emperor's New Clothes" and "The Daughter of the Sea". Andersen's fairy tales and Grimm's fairy tales are mixed together, whatever comes to mind.
I can write down anything with a pen and I won’t categorize it specially.
When I wrote "At dawn, people couldn't find the little mermaid, only a piece of white foam dancing on the sea surface", the pen ran out of ink.
Yuzuru took out the 'Sharaku' brand blue ink from his schoolbag, slowly squeezed the soft rubber tube, and let the ink be sucked up. After sucking up, he screwed back the cap and put the ink bottle back into his schoolbag.
A stack of drawings was in the middle of his school bag, catching his sight.
He went to the bathroom to wash his hands and took out the drawings. These were portrait pen drawings of Yukiko Miyamoto. They were lightly outlined with blue ink, showing her sleeping, watching TV, and eating fruit.
Others, etc., were all drawn before leaving home.
Yu Xian looked down at it for a while, then put the drawing back.
He sat in front of the window, picked up the phone, and hesitated for a long time without dialing her number.
Missing is something that grows the more you touch it.
It's not that I'm afraid of making phone calls, it's that I'm afraid of the moment I hang up the phone.
"You don't want to plant flowers, you say I don't want to see them wither"
'Yes to avoid the end you avoid the beginning'
What am I thinking? It’s not that serious.
Yu Xian wrote this passage down, crumpled it into a ball of paper, and threw it into the trash can.
He walked to the light switch and turned on all the lights in the room. The spacious presidential suite suddenly became brilliant. The simulated candles on the wall were burning, and the huge glass chandelier was reflected on the floor-to-ceiling windows, shining brightly.
My mood suddenly warmed up a lot.
The small bottle was hiding in the shadow of the waste paper.
Rain.Rain.
This is the theme of the second exhibition competition.
Of course, you can also choose not to use this theme and use it freely.
Yu Xian closed his eyes and searched for relevant information in his mind. After a while, he began to write the lyrics on the manuscript paper.
The phone suddenly rang, it was a text message from Sawano Kazuki.
"Hey, young student, remember to come to the collective commendation meeting at eight o'clock in the evening."
"Understood." Yuxian wrote back.
As the time gradually reached noon, he collected the fairy tales he had written and put them in a bag with a note saying "Accepted by Narita District Newspaper Office". He walked downstairs and handed the document bag to the front desk, asking them to help mail it out and eating on the way.
Lunch.
In the afternoon, he decided to take a good rest and lay on the bed reading a literary novel called "Bamboo Snow", written by cultural writer Miharu Norio and the winner of last year's Cultural Gold Medal.
Different from the annual highest literary award, the Cultural Gold Award is held every six months. The prize money is pitifully small, but many people still flock to it.
Yu Xian wanted to participate at first, but the bonus was almost negligible. For him who needed money, the money came very slowly. Plus there were a lot of chores such as publishing.
Waiting for next year.
But being able to stand out among so many works is enough to prove the excellence of this book "Bamboo Snow".
This novel is about a girl named Zhuzi who has a crush on her young master. However, the young master does not like her and just treats her as a plaything. Zhuzi is deeply immersed in the sweet talk of the young master and cannot extricate herself, and soon becomes pregnant with his child.
Just as she was dreaming about the day she married the young master, the young lady discovered their affair and sent a killer to kill Zhuzi and the child in her belly.
In this way, Bamboo embarked on the road of escape.
Along the way, she encountered many strange things, such as a cat with balloons tied all over its body. Zhuzi asked why the cat was floating in the sky.
The cat said in an old-fashioned way, "Idiot, if you don't fly into the sky, you will be eaten by mice!"
Then Zhuzi hugged the cat who was afraid of mice and continued to run away.
The first samurai quickly found the hotel where she was staying. At the moment when the knife was about to stab her to death, the cat jumped out and scratched one of the samurai's eyes severely. Then it tied the balloon to the bamboo.
While blowing hard on his body, he used his tail to hit the samurai back and forth.
"Run away! Miss Bamboo!" Cat said loudly, "Leave this guy to me!"
Zhuzi fled all the way, and finally arrived at a place called Snow Country. Just when she was about to give birth to her child, it suddenly started snowing heavily, and warriors one after another surrounded her room.
And this time...
Yu Xian fell asleep slowly, with the book covering his face and breathing evenly.
When I woke up, it was already six o'clock in the afternoon. Yu Xian washed his face and went to the recording studio owned by Dongda Art. He made the arrangements of two songs and imported them into his mobile phone. Although he was not sure whether he would choose them.
Rain' theme, but it's better to be prepared. The names of the two songs are both "Rain".
Then there is "Thoughts Across Time and Space".
This is a very classic piece that can be played on piano, erhu, violin, and cello. Yuxian Zhisheng created the accompaniment and nodded after listening to it several times.
The Tokyo Meteorological Observatory predicts that there will still be heavy rainfall tomorrow, and it will clear up the day after tomorrow.
On a sunny day, I will start broadcasting myself.
Senmei Hua will challenge himself at any time, and he plans to use this piece of music to compete.
The two of them still have stakes.
If she wins, he will do whatever she asks him to do.
Of course, it must be within the scope of one's ability.
And if he wins, Senmei Hua will give him her piano.
I heard that cello is quite expensive.
Of course, this is not a matter of money. Men cannot lose face.
There was still half an hour before the meeting, so Yu Xian entered the training room early, picked up the cello on the stand, and started practicing slowly.
Melodious tunes swirled in the silent training room.
His handsome face was reflected in the mirror, with his slightly long hair covering his sight. Time melted in the beauty, and combined with the shadow of the rain, gave him a hazy halo.
Natsume pushed open the door softly and walked in. She was shaken at first, then she carefully sat on the chair, squeezed the flute in her hand, and stared at him.
The scenery matched each other, and it was hard to tell whether the person was more beautiful or Jing Ai. Her legs were pressed tightly together, and she couldn't help but cover her mouth lightly, with a blush appearing on her face.
After the performance was over, Yuxian Zhisheng noticed her, nodded as a greeting, and put the cello back on the stand.
Natsume Qingyin clapped vigorously, unable to conceal her surprise: "That's amazing."
Yu Xian smiled naively and said nothing. He had not touched the cello for a long time. His current performance level was not satisfactory to him and he needed more practice.
The energetic girl jumped over with little stars in her eyes: "Boss, what song did you play just now?"
"Do you want to learn?" Yu Xian said with a naive smile.
"Is that okay?" Natsume Qingyin widened her eyes.
"Of course, I will teach you when I find time." Yu Xian nodded naively.
He did not intend to use this song in the public performance competition, but to compete with Sami Meihua on the election day. Since the other party chose to compete, he would definitely come up with a classic song, as long as he could defeat her.
Natsume Qingyin is good at the flute, and this piece can also be played on the flute. This is a good thing that kills two birds with one stone and allows her to help with the second promotion.
Sawano Kazuki also said this intentionally or unintentionally. Natsume Qingyin's current player ranking is floating around the 100th place, and he failed in the performance competition and got only a B. The implication is that he hopes he can do more
This girl is interested in giving her some guidance or something.
They are all in the same class, a bowl of water needs to be leveled, and they are always kind to a girl like Kurobutou. Fujiwara Chie and Natsume Qingone still feel a little sad.
In fact, there is no need for the old fox to say this, Yuxian is also planning to do it. The semi-finals are a team competition. As the squad leader, he hopes that there will be no less people in the class.
Of course, those two sleeping dragons and phoenix chicks are not included.
"By the way, have you read the book "Bamboo Snow"?" Yu Xian opened the window to let some air in, then sat back in his chair.
"I've seen it." Natsume said softly, "My family bought it a long time ago."
"What happened to Miss Zhuzi in the end, after she went to the Snow Country to give birth to her child?"
"Ah, Miss Bamboo is dead." Natsume Qingyin seemed to have recalled something, and said sadly and resentfully, "She was killed by those samurai, and she was also ruined."
In Yu Xian's childish heart, ten thousand grass and mud horses ran past.
Fortunately I didn't finish reading it, otherwise I wouldn't be in a good mood all afternoon.
Especially if you read this kind of sadistic literature just after writing a fairy tale, this kind of gap will definitely make you doubt the world.
"But the child survived. He worked hard for eighteen years and finally wiped out his entire family." Natsume said softly.
"The ending is 'In the spring, he heard a cat meow and shed tears.'"
"Ah...that's it." Yu Xian nodded naively.
It would be good to go back with revenge, but Miss Bamboo's fate surprised him. He thought he would meet a good person to save her, but literature still tends to be more realistic.
Just as he was thinking this, Kurobutong pushed the door open and walked in. She glanced at Natsume Qingyin, who was sitting next to Yu Xian Zhisheng, her eyebrows moved imperceptibly, and she sat directly next to Yu Xian Zhisheng.
.
"I invited you to dinner yesterday, but you didn't come." She smoothed her skirt and sat down.
"If you're too tired, take a rest." Yu Xian said naively.
"But the light in your room is still on at 11 o'clock." Heimutong smiled softly.
"You came here to find me?"
"I just thought you would be so tired that you would forget to eat." Hei Mu Tong raised his slender white calves and put his hands together, a bit like a royal lady, "So I asked Yilong to bring you a food box, but you didn't listen.
Are you going to knock on the door?"
"I should be listening to music, probably." Yu Xianzhisheng thought for a while, what he was doing at that time, he should be writing a letter to Xuezi, while the soft music from the radio was playing in his earphones.
Heimutong glanced at him: "What were you talking about just now?"
"Cello." Yu Xian said naively.
"And "Bamboo Snow"!" Natsume raised her hands lightly, like a primary school student answering a question. Although she is already sixteen years old and has reached the age of marriage according to the law, she is a very sweet girl and cute.
There is no sense of inconsistency at all.
"Your performance was great." Hei Mu Tong patted Yu Xian's child with his hand, "But after I came back, I feel like you have turned into a boring gourd these days."
"Huh? Really?" Yu Xian was startled.
"Yes, we are completely different from each other on stage. You don't like to talk off stage. It feels like you treat us like children."
Heimutong is fifteen years old, not a child.
She can get married next year if she wants.
"Is it because your aura is too strong, A Tong?" Yu Xian laughed childishly.
"Like a princess, I'm usually scared too." Natsume whispered softly, using her hands as a fan, as if fanning the sweat on her forehead.
Yuxian laughed childishly.
Hei Mutong curled his lips and turned his head to prevent him from seeing his expression.
'You should smile more' she said in her mind.
Yu Xian was always invisible. On election days, when they went out, he didn't know what he was doing. When they went to find him at night, everyone else had already rested, so it was difficult to see him.
After a while, Chie Fujiwara also came.
She first sneaked up to Yu Xianzhisheng and showed him the blessing words on her forehead that had not yet been washed away. Next to her, Natsume said in a distasteful voice that you haven't showered in a few days. The two cuties started laughing and quarreling with each other.
Yuxian Zhisheng and Heimu Tong were sitting on the chairs, watching them playing, and suddenly they had a strange feeling that the whole house was full of children.
Not long after, Wolong Fengchu also came over. Akagi Ryosuke took a look at Yuzuru, walked to the window and hugged his arms handsomely, pretending to be serious, while Dahuai Yiyong sat on the window, blocking the way with his honest body.
wind.
"Don't sit there, the room is very stuffy." Yu Xian turned around and said.
Dahuai Yiyong jumped down quickly.
Akagi Ryousuke frowned, thinking, are you too obedient to him?
Soon, Kazuki Sawano walked in with the information, and behind him was the principal of Chuo District, Mitsuhisa Owada.
"Young, Akagi-kun, have you dyed your hair black?" Owada Mitsuju said cheerfully.
The black-haired Ryosuke Akagi nodded.
"Is this Young Master Yu Xian?" Owada Mitsuhisa exclaimed, "This is the first time I've seen this kid. He really looks like a talented person."
"A little gift." Mitsuhisa Owada lowered his head and smiled, holding the Rolex watch gift box over with both hands.
"Thank you." Yu Xian took it and put it aside.
This was the first time he saw Owada Mitsuhisa. He had heard about it from the old fox Sawano before.
Mitsuhisa Owada has announced to the outside world that he has resigned from the position of principal, but he still occupies a position within the group. Kazuki Sawano is not that stupid and does not believe that light can definitely defeat darkness. Before defeating darkness, one must fully understand darkness.
Owada Mitsuhisa is full of bad ideas. No one knows the secrets here better than him. It will be of great use if you keep it.
But he had already surrendered to Sawano. This move made the two principals in the faction very confused - we were about to fight to the death, why did the leader surrender first?
"Young Master Yu Xian and my Miss Mori Mei still have a competition, right?" Owada Mitsuhisa said, "How can I put it, it's really exciting."
The content of the meeting was very simple, mainly about preparations for the second public exhibition match.
"The first public performance also has a theme?" Yu Xian asked naively.
"No." Heimaotong folded his arms and said softly, "The themes are released randomly, mainly for the consideration of the players, and to draw a limited range for us so that we can prepare in advance. Of course, if the level of strength is very high
, you don’t have to, just keep your own style.”
"That's it." Yu Xian nodded naively.
"Do you want to use it?" Heimutong asked.
"I haven't thought about it yet." Yu Xian was naive and didn't care.
"I have heard about this. The second song that Shen Huiling is about to release has a lot to do with Yu. The four major financial groups have introduced capital injections into the Starlight Awards. Although they cannot control the competition, in such a small
It's also possible to use local manipulation." Ryousuke Akagi suddenly said.
"How did you know?" Black Mutong asked.
"Inside information from the small circle of Tokyo aristocrats is still credible." Ryosuke Akagi shrugged.
Yu Xian nodded his head, that was basically confirmed.
If Shen Huiling really intends to cause trouble for himself, then he doesn't mind picking on him and beating him up, whether on stage or off stage.
"Then let's fight hard for the second exhibition match!" Kazuki Sawano said.
After the meeting ended, Yu Xian returned to his room and finished reading the book "Bamboo Snow".
...
Two days later, on election day, the sky over Tokyo cleared.
Senmei Hua updated the message on her personal channel: "Yu Xianjun, please come to the appointment as promised." At the same time, it was accompanied by a photo of a cello.
After seeing this news, Yuxian Zhisheng's fans immediately became excited and left messages in Yuxian Zhisheng's comment area.
"Bao, don't go fishing today, there's a girl looking for you!"
"Is Yu Bao going to play the cello? I'm really looking forward to it."
"Uuuuuu, Yu Bao won't ask for leave tomorrow. It's my turn to ask for leave to watch the live broadcast. I will be scolded by the boss."
All campuses of Dongda Art have come to the spirit.
The ace of Class S in Narita City and the ace of Class S in Chuo City.
This is quite a show!
And somewhere they couldn't see, the eyes of the other nine colleges were also focused here.
There is much private speculation.
But no matter what, I never expected that the Faculty of Arts at Tokyo University would be in internal strife.
The Internet was also abuzz with gongs and drums. Most fans of Senmei Painting expressed their support. There were also many people who criticized Yu Xian's naive enthusiasm for her, but some people expressed concerns about Yu Xian's naive cello. After all, no one could
I have never seen his cello.
But Yu Xian Zhisheng and Sen Meihua didn't care about this.
That morning, Yuxian Zhisheng posted the news on his personal channel.
