It's a hot summer day and the sun is shining brightly.
Yuxian got into a special car and headed to the place agreed with Sami Hua.
The location is at her home.
In fact, the location originally decided was not her home, but the training room of the school, and Yu Xian was also willing to go there. After all, the two met there, and it was just the right place to understand the original grudges.
But for some unknown reason, Senmei Painting made temporary changes.
Yuxian Zhisheng suddenly felt uneasy.
It’s not that he’s afraid of cello competitions. He’s been practicing in the hotel’s training room for the past two days, and his touch has recovered to a certain extent. He’s not as capable as he was in his previous life, but it’s still enough to teach an adolescent girl a lesson.
.
He is just afraid of others.
Especially the little bottle filled with red liquid.
I always feel like something bad will happen.
Yesterday he found Sawano Kazuki and asked for Mori Meihua's personal information.
The Mori family has a very high status in Tokyo's Chuo District. The elders in the family span both political and business circles. It can be said that the family has a big business. As the eldest daughter of the Mori family, Mori Hua is quite concerned by the elders in the family. Although
Currently she is only a student under the Tokyo University of Arts, but according to President Sawano, her future path is likely to be in the business world.
In short, this is also a young lady from a top family. She studies art just for fun. She usually does not communicate with the students in Class S in the Central District. She comes and goes as she pleases, and is very willful.
Even the principal of Chuo District, Mitsuhisa Owada, scratched his head helplessly and said he couldn't control her.
Unlike other students who wrote in the goal column, "I want to be admitted to the Department of Acting at Tokyo University of the Arts," "I want to become a member of Chiyoda Ward in the future," and "I dream of becoming a world star," etc., she filled in the goal column.
The answer is: when you have had enough life, die.
But what is considered to have lived enough? Marry the person you love? Have many children? Or become a rich lady who dominates the business world? This is not actually a goal, but a not optimistic attitude towards life.
In this aspect, Yu Xian is naive and doesn't care, it has nothing to do with him anyway.
The only thing I'm worried about is...she just doesn't want to give herself anything exciting. Especially when she hung the bottle around her neck that day, strange colors bloomed in the depths of her quiet eyes.
It always seemed like she was very excited.
"Maybe I'm overthinking." Yu Xian held his chin, the sun shining through the car window into his eyes, and the wind messing up his hair.
As for the rumors on the Internet that she wanted to ride on his popularity, he felt that the possibility was very low. As the ace of Class S in the Central District, Sammi Painting, coupled with her elegant face, her fan base was quite high.
And in the last public performance, she also got S level, and she is currently ranked 30th on the player list.
It is impossible for a girl with such an arrogant personality to invite herself with the purpose of gaining popularity.
The car quickly arrived at the location, a low-key and luxurious mansion villa.
The yard in front of the villa is equipped with entertainment facilities and a set of specialized spa equipment. The trees in the yard are lush and green, and the sunlight shines through the leaves, forming patches of light on the green grass.
Yu Xian was looking through the car window and couldn't help but think of a Korean movie called "Parasite". The villa of the painter Sammi looked quite similar to the one in it.
I just don’t know if there will be a dark attic or something.
Standing at the door to greet him was Sammihu, with a girl standing next to him.
Photographer Itakura got out of the car, opened the car door for Yuzuru, and followed him with the camera.
The channel has not been opened yet and will not be opened until the official competition.
Seeing the girl standing next to Sammiho, Yu Xian couldn't help but be startled. If I remember correctly, this girl was also a student in Art Class S of Dongda University. She seemed to have been scolded by Sammiho on the day of the opening ceremony.
Pass.
At this time, the girl was holding Senmihu's arm with a sweet look on her face. Seeing Yu Xian's naive arrival, she greeted him with a smile.
"My girlfriend." Senmihu introduced lazily, "Come on, my sister is already waiting for you."
"Ah Hu, are you going to start broadcasting first?" said the girl Juan Lian.
"Get out of here." Senmihu waved his hand impatiently.
The girl's expression did not change. She seemed to have become familiar with the way of getting along with Sammy Fox. She jumped into the car with a smile and said coquettishly before leaving: "Really, you can't pamper someone when you have a guest?"
"You didn't expect us to get together, did you?" After walking into the villa, Sammihu said proudly, "Let me tell you, she confessed first."
Yu Xian nodded his head. He really didn't expect that he could be scolded and cried like that and still get together. Maybe he had some strange attributes.
But he doesn't care, people's XP is free.
"Well, they're all just using each other." Sammi said with a foxy smile, "She covets my leadership position in the Talented Boys Club, and I covet her body. Sooner or later we will break up."
"You and my sister can try this too, what do you think?" Sammihu licked her lips obscenely, "Oh, by the way, she has been ill for the past two days. Please take more care of her during the competition later."
"Not interested." Yuxian pushed away Sammihu who was trying to hook up with him.
He didn't care how these young men lived, and it had nothing to do with him whether Senmei Hua was feeling well or not. The fishing rod was just left in the car, and he would leave immediately to go fishing after the competition.
Women will only affect my fishing speed.
However, Sammihu was so familiar with him that he seemed to regard him as his young husband. He kept talking about everything and talked endlessly about his sister.
"Do you know why my sister wants to start a competition at this time?" Sammihu walked on the hanging ladder and looked back at Yu Xianzhisheng, "Honestly, it's all for you."
"For me?" Yuxian sneered childishly.
"Young, don't laugh yet, Mr. Yuxian, if you think about it carefully, you will know. You were scolded so badly before. If she challenged you to compete at that time, wouldn't the black information about your lack of strength be self-defeating?
"
"Huh?" Yuxian tilted his head naively.
"Both of us noticed that you were fishing, so my sister didn't bother you, even though she wanted to compete with you for a long time." Sammihu smiled and said, "Do you know what day it is today?"
"What day?" Yu Xian asked naively.
"Shen Huiling's solo concert will be at 10 noon." Sammy Fox lowered his head and looked at the Casio watch on his wrist, "It's only half an hour away."
"That guy doesn't often hold concerts on election days. Instead, he holds one every few days to boost popularity votes." Sammi said nonchalantly, "Sister knows this, so she set the time for
This time today.”
"That's it." Yu Xian nodded naively.
Chuo District Ace VS Narita District Ace.
This competition has enough suspense to compete with Shen Huiling's concert.
Senmei Painting should be aiming at this, so it made a big fanfare, instead of the two of them finding time in private to end the competition.
"Aren't you surprised? Aren't you surprised?" Looking at his calm face, Sammihu looked surprised, "Sister is helping you steal the popularity from Shen Huiling."
Yu Xian smiled softly.
This guy Mori Meihu is crazy and a literary lunatic. Yu Xian Zhisheng doesn't believe a word that comes out of his mouth.
If you want to compete, just compete, why bother with this.
If you really feel that way, doesn’t it mean you owe Sammi a favor?
But who knows if she is genuine or fake?
These siblings can see that they are not simple characters when they are fishing, and Yu Xian is too lazy to play with these vain things with them.
"We're just taking advantage of each other." Yu Xian walked into the spacious inner hall with a naive smile.
Sen Meihua was sitting on the bench on the balcony. When she saw him arriving, she calmly stood up and nodded slightly to him to say hello.
She seemed to have dressed up specially today. Her hair was combed into a bow. Her long dark hair was braided behind her head and then rolled up and fixed with a bow. There were flower-like earrings hanging from one ear.
She is wearing a gorgeous Twelve Singles, which is the formal attire of aristocratic women in the late Heian period of Japan. Its predecessor comes from the Tang Dynasty's Shang Tangyi. This dress is very cumbersome to wear, and can be stacked in dozens of layers inside and out.
, usually worn by aristocratic ladies to receive the highest-level guests.
In addition, it will also be used at weddings.
"Please sit here." Mori Meihua stretched out her white palm from her furisode and motioned Yu Xianzhisheng to sit next to her, "Do you want to drink tea?"
"Ah, no, thank you." Yu Xian sat down.
"You're welcome, my tea-making skills are quite good." Sen Meihua knelt down in front of the long table and picked up the exquisite cracked tea bowl. There was a celadon-colored iron kettle sitting on the fire next to it.
heat.
She took out a handkerchief embroidered with colorful phoenixes from her arms, picked up the iron pot and poured it into the bowl, then poured out the water. When the tea bowl was warm, she picked up the tea leaves and put them into the tea bowl, stirring them gently with pear blossom sticks.
The arms moved the sleeves, dancing wildly in the sun like butterflies, and the splendor flowed into the young man's eyes silently.
Sen Meihu smiled obscenely, locked the wooden door on the spacious balcony, dangled the key on his finger and walked downstairs.
"Please have some tea." Sen Meihua handed the tea bowl to Yu Xian's childish hand.
"And you." She made a bowl as usual and handed it to the photographer Itakura.
Itakura was flattered and took it, licking his lips. He asked the eldest daughter of the Mori family to make tea herself. Yuzuru's naive face was even more outrageous than he imagined.
Looking at her cute and docile look, she looks like a young daughter-in-law waiting to be married.
Itakura drank it all in one gulp. He was so hot that he inhaled and rolled his tongue. He praised: "Good tea! Really good tea!"
Yu Xian was a little confused about her thoughts.
Did you agree to compete? What on earth does this girl want to do?
However, it is hard to reject the hospitality and cannot offend the person's face. Although he does not have a good impression of Senmei Painting, he has no ill intentions at all. He came to the reception wearing the most gorgeous clothes and even made tea with his own hands. It is really unreasonable not to drink it.
Already.
After taking a sip, I realized that it was indeed a good tea, fragrant and sweet, with endless aftertaste.
"What do you think of this house?" Sen Meihua walked to the center of the spacious platform and stared at the scenery not far away.
Birds soared in the sky, Tokyo Tower stood like a giant among high-rise buildings, the glass of the CBD commercial building reflected light, and the whistle of the river ship came from the distance, but the sound became quieter here.
"It's a very good house." Yu Xian said innocently.
"Do you want it?" Senmei Hua turned around and smiled charmingly, "If you want it, I will have someone transfer the property title certificate to your name tomorrow."
"Are you kidding me?" Yuxian frowned.
Senmei Hua turned around again, pressed his hands on the white railing, and said softly: "Why are you joking about this? It's just a house. I'm willing to give it to you if you want it."
"Yu Xianjun, you can't take anything with you when you die, and a house is not another evolution of soil. If you can make it meaningful again," Senmi Hua said calmly, "That's not a good idea.
Is that where its true value lies?”
"What kind of code is this? I can't understand." Yu Xian asked Itakura behind him.
"There is no way, she seems to really plan to give you a house." Itakura whispered in Yuxian's ear.
Yu Xian was a little confused.
It was obviously for a cello competition. It stands to reason that with the light of swords and shadows and the sound of thunder, it should be a killing of you and me. Why did it suddenly turn into a family fun?
And to be honest, he came here just for that piano. He is short of money now. He can take the piano to a pawn shop and sell it for a lot of money. He can do this with peace of mind and does not need to feel ashamed. Anyway, it is
It was agreed between two people.
But now this girl is acting like a lunatic. She can't compete with her cello. Instead, she wants to give away the house first.
"Need not."
"Well... let's start the performance?" Yu Xian scratched his head, a little at a loss. He was not afraid of others being cruel to him. The more cruel he was, the more ruthlessly he could fight back, but he was afraid
This kind of unreasonable tenderness makes it difficult for him to accept the offer. As the old saying goes, "It's hard for a hero to erase the kindness of a beautiful woman." People are polite, but if you say harsh words, it will be meaningless.
"Okay, the time is almost up." Sen Meihua glanced at the copper clock on the table.
"Can you open the channel?" Itakura confirmed.
"Okay." Yu Xian said naively, then he looked at Sen Meihua, "Where's your channel?"
"I don't need it, we can just go together." Sen Meihua said softly. Suddenly her legs trembled and her beautiful eyebrows wrinkled slightly, as if there was something abnormal coming from below.
She lowered her reddish face and apologized, "Sorry, I haven't been feeling well these past two days."
Yuxian Zhisheng swallowed down the nervousness in his heart, "Don't you look uncomfortable? Other girls would make trouble when they come to your aunt, but why do you look so happy?"
Something is wrong, very wrong.
I have to run away as soon as the competition is over, I don't want to stay here for a second.
But it seems that Sammihu didn't lie to herself. Sammihu really chose today for her own sake. She came just to compete for the popularity of Shen Huiling. She had no intention of taking advantage of the so-called popularity, otherwise she wouldn't be connected to the channel.
Neither is open.
With the countdown of Itakura’s ‘3,2,1’, the channel is officially launched.
In an instant, the channel's ratings increased at a terrifying speed.
Itakura set up the camera, took out his mobile phone and called up the backstage, hid aside, and found the concert channel of Shen Huiling. He observed that the ratings of the two channels were almost the same.
Yu Xian's childishness started late, but it won't take long to catch up.
This means that many people are sitting in front of the TV waiting, and as soon as the channel signal is activated, they rush over like crazy.
The two people were not talking.
"I'll go first." Sen Meihua took down her cello from the shelf nearby.
This cello is great. It is made entirely of expensive century-old spruce wood with fine, straight and dense grain. The strings are newly replaced, and the small marks on the piano board reveal the atmosphere of time.
"Cello piece "The White Woman", T4 level piece." She finished the piece softly, lowered her eyelids, and put her bow on the strings of the cello with a graceful posture like an aristocratic woman in the Heian period.
Yu Xian was childish and motionless, listening quietly and not feeling anything.
But Itakura on the side opened his eyes in surprise, not because of how complicated the piece "White Woman" is, but because this piece of music is very strange and cannot be put on the stage at all!