Family, money, trust, character, hobbies, all things in the world form the cornerstone of love, which brings people closer together. Therefore, liking someone is not something worth showing off. It continues the reproduction of human beings.
In the day-to-day life, it tends to be dull.
Many years later - 'Why did I choose this guy in the first place?' 'What's so good about him?' 'Let's just live this life', 'The relationship in this life is over'.
When a person cannot get the person he likes, he is sad on the surface, but actually angry in his heart - How am I not worthy of you? Why don't you like me? Why can't I have you, and so on.
But loving someone doesn't require a reason.
Among millions of people, when you meet the person you meet, in millions of years, in the wilderness of endless time, you happen to meet them, neither a step too early nor a step too late.
It bears everything, transcends everything, and ignores everything.
Loving is much harder than liking.
So getting love is a blessing in life.
Not being able to love is the normal state of life.
The sound of the piano hovers gracefully in the sunshine, and the tune penetrates every part of the skin, reaches the depths of the soul through the rushing of blood vessels, and whispers in the soul.
Sen Meihua listened quietly, the sunlight reflected her eyes in color.
The boy's fingers, the boy's hair, the boy's eyes, and every breath that rhythmized with the music, were rubbed into her deep mood in the slowly lengthening time and space.
Like a pond deep in the mountains and old forests, the first cicada chirps in summer.
The corners of her mouth were slightly curved, and her brows were gentle.
She felt happiness for no reason.
This kind of inexplicable and indescribable happiness is like trekking through the snow-capped mountains for thousands of years, and seeing a glimmer of light projected from the sky at the break of dawn, which makes people want to cry for joy.
This glimmer of light is getting bigger and bigger.
The young man opened up his lonely world, letting everyone see his fragile heart. It was a red planet, clean and charming, affectionate and pure.
The slightly half-opened eyes turned into a vast sea, indulging in the passers-by. There was nothing on the bottom of the sea, not even the sound of water could be heard. It was just empty and empty. Under the deep and deep playing, lonely bubbles burst open.
, turned into a sad rain, drenching the desolate and boundless land.
It's hard to imagine that the cello can be played like this.
The song itself is one thing.
But the performer's feelings are even more precious.
Musical instruments are tools that express the performer's heart, like a writer's pen or a chef's knife. Different people performing the same piece of music will bring about completely different artistic conceptions.
In this childish life, Yu Xian only wants to live for love.
This was his answer.
Facing the desolate banshee under the moonlight, Tsuchimikado Haruaki did not look back. He wanted to experience his life, he had his story, and he would not stop for a banshee.
Not wanting something because of love is the norm in the world.
He just showed this normality.
Senmei Hua is a very smart girl, she will definitely understand.
'Life is a journey of constant farewell. People who meet will meet each other, and those who are lost will get lost again. The living wave their hands and say goodbye to the scenery, and the dead wave their hands and say goodbye to the world.'
'Then next year, a new journey begins, and new flowers grow on the roadside.'
The unique weight of the cello gently presses on the softest depths of people's hearts. The eyes of the viewers sitting in front of the TV watching the channel are slightly red, and the sadness that has passed away deep in their hearts is slowly being drawn out.
Thoughts traveling through time and space.
Not only do I miss the one I love, but I also miss the person I miss and the things I have lost.
The cat that was thrown into the well and could not be rescued, the dripping umbrella placed at the door of the high school classroom, the fragrance of hair that floated silently in the wet rainy season, and the startling glance in the crowd who suddenly turned around.
People are born, old, sick and die in this busy world, experiencing their own stories. No matter how strong a person is, they cannot cross the threshold of longing. It is the silent burning of cigarettes, the white fish belly at four o'clock in the morning, and the heat of the breakfast shop evaporating in the rain.
The sound of music gradually fell silent.
People in front of the TV have different expressions, some are enjoying it, some are surprised, some are indulging...
Finally, it turned into applause in the sky in the early summer of May, blending with the white clouds.
Itakura wiped his reddish eyes, held his breath, and turned to look at the sky.
The young man's hand has stopped, but he is still immersed in the dream. The slowly opening two children contain black silence, and the breeze and sunshine paint his cello with a unique color. That handsome side face is still there
He hung his head low, with an expression like a child observing the growth of plants, and his pure eyes were whiter than the sky.
He was motionless and just wanted to stay a little longer.
On that piece of soil called missing, look at the snow lotus on the snowy ridge in the distance.
Carrying a travel bag called responsibility and holding a cane, I moved forward step by step, with footprints stretching thousands of miles in the snow behind me.
But the dream will eventually dissipate.
Yuxian childishly raised his head slowly and smiled slightly. On his cheeks was the innocence of a child that had not yet faded, as well as the unadulterated love.
Senmei Hua saw deep longing and affection in his eyes.
But she knew that the affection was not for her.
This young man has had a person living in his heart for a long time, and that person has filled his heart.
That love is pure and pure, untainted by human desires.
"Is it okay?" Yu Xian stood up, placed the cello on the stand, and then sat back in the chair.
"An unimaginable performance." Sen Meihua applauded gently.
"It sounds great! It sounds so good!" Itakura said loudly, "It just melts in your ears!"
He is a photographer and doesn’t know much about music theory or rainbow farts, but if a piece of music can make people cry, then it is a completely good piece of music.
Sawano Kazuki is right, this child is full of surprises. Everywhere he goes, there is a new field, which always makes people linger.
The backstage monitoring ratings skyrocketed, surpassing the channel for Shen Huiling's concert.
"The ratings were number one on election day, and we really won!" He couldn't help but revel in his heart.
And the comment section of Yuxian Zhisheng's personal channel also exploded.
"I cried when I heard it. I really want to hold Yu Bao in my arms and rub it."
"Yu Bao's melancholy is really devastating. I really want to listen to it again."
"It's upstairs. Why do you rub it? Why do you rub it? You have to rub it together."
"I want thighs."
"I want his head."
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"Close your eyes and you will see the picture. After listening, all that is left is a sigh."
"This song reminds me of so many stories."
"It's rare to have surprises in life, but here at Yuxian-kun, every day is a surprise."
"I love you! Yu Bao! Hehe!"
At this moment, in the performance hall of Keio Private School, Saito Hidejun glanced at the divine spirit on the stage, and then quickly turned his attention to the closed-circuit television aside.
His eyes fell on Yu Xian's childish cheeks.
As the chief cello member of the Shen Hui Ling Team, he has absolute confidence in his cello. The only person who can interest him is the Senmei painting girl under Dongda Art.
The two of them have never played against each other, but he knows everything about her. He has watched all her performances and knows her personal information by heart.
‘Sooner or later, she will be my defeated enemy, and by then, I will be the top cellist in Tokyo’, he once thought.
Until today, Yuxian's childishness broke out halfway.
I was almost instantly fascinated by the melody I had never heard before, and even the captain's performance was forgotten.
What shocked him even more was the young man's playing skills.
I don’t feel the existence of skills at all, it’s all about real emotions.
The infectious energy touched him deeply.
This goes beyond technique itself and reaches the highest level of performance.
To describe it in a more neutral way, the young man entered a 'zone' state, which was immersive.
If it could be drawn into a cartoon, it would definitely be extremely gorgeous and beautiful, and the lines used to express strength could penetrate the paper and punch the cartoonist in the head.
"Can I beat him?" Saito Hidejun took a deep breath.
She also doesn't know yet that Shen Huiling won the first place in the ratings on election day. She also doesn't know what the captain's expression will be when the show ends. The captain has been in a bad mood for the past two days.
...
"I initiate a vote and let our fans choose who wins." Yu Xian took out his mobile phone and waved it in front of the Sammi screen.
"No need, Mr. Yuxian, you win." Sen Meihua smiled sweetly, "I am convinced that I lost."
She pointed at the expensive cello with her plain white fingers: "Her name is Meng Zhen, and now she is yours."
The pronunciations of "she" and "it" in Japanese are different. Mori Meihua calls this violin "she", which shows that she usually treats this cherished cello as a living thing.
But the strings were born here, and he patted the body happily, thinking that this cello was actually divided into male and female.
Okay, you will be my woman from now on.
If the piano also has life, its heartstrings will tremble at this time. Isn't this a kind of...
‘Hey, Miss Mengzhen, you don’t want Miss Senmei either…’
"The channel can be turned off." Yuzuru said to Itakura.
"Ah?" Itakura was really reluctant to give up.
Being able to see the number one in the ratings on election day was born from his own hands, which is very precious for his career as a photographer, and even after the performance has ended, the ratings are still maintained, and many viewers are reluctant to leave.
"Turn it off." Yuxian waved his hand.
Itakura had no choice but to close down.
The audience was instantly left with a black screen.
Yu Xian stopped playing immediately and put the cello in the case, carrying it on his back like a robber. He was short of money, so he did not plan to keep the cello for himself, but sold it for money.
You can buy new clothes for Yukiko, pay for Takatsuki's medical expenses, and buy some small gifts for Kurobutou. You don't have to be so poor to carry drinks from the show crew.
"Please be nice to her." Sen Meihua said softly.
If the violin is a beautiful and light girl with twin tails, who can make you happy in different ways every day, then the cello is an ordinary woman who accompanies you to sleep at night, tidying up the sheets and pillows for you every lonely night.
, soothe your tired heart and moisturize things silently.
She deserves deep love from her users.
"Don't worry." Yu Xian said innocently. She will be fine in the hands of others.
"Yu Xian-kun, can you come with me for a moment?" Senmihua knelt down in front of the long table and asked Yu Xian, "I won't take up too much of your time. I have something very important to say to you."
Yu Xianzhisheng glanced at Itakura.
Itakura whistled and turned away. He would not interfere with the young people's affairs.
"Can't you say it here?" Yu Xian asked innocently.
"Sorry, what I want to show you is not here." Sen Meihua said softly.
It couldn't be something as weird as that little bottle, right? Yu Xian was quite unsure. This girl was too calm and he couldn't see through it.
"Let's go." Yuxian nodded naively.
"Ahu, stop making trouble and open the door." Sen Meihua said softly.
Sammihu, who was sitting on the sofa in the inner hall playing games, came over in annoyance, took out the key from his pocket, and opened the locked balcony door. Yu Xian gave him a strange look, Sammihu hung up.
Eyes, he patted his shoulder with an unyielding heart, and wandered away.
Sen Meihua walked in front, and the two took the indoor elevator and arrived at the first floor below.
Then he passed through the underground movie room and a room with a pool table, and finally came to a secret door.
There really is a dark room hidden there.
The corners of Yu Xian's childish mouth twitched.
Looking at the gloomy darkness inside the door, I didn't dare to go in, for fear of seeing something I shouldn't see.
"Please." Sen Meihua said.
Yuxian hesitated for a while, then stepped into the darkness.
Senmei Hua followed closely behind, she closed the door forcefully, and then turned on the light on the wall.
The miserable incandescent light illuminates the blood in this dark room.
The moment he saw those things on the shelf, Yu Xian's childlike eyes widened, Tian Ling Gai felt a chill, and goose bumps popped out all over his body.
He instinctively rushed to the door to escape, but the door was blocked by Sen Meihua, whose hair was hanging down. At some point, a sledgehammer appeared in her hand, with blood on it that had not yet dried up.
"What on earth do you want to do?!" Yu Xian shouted innocently.
Sen Meihua raised her beautiful face and smiled at him: "Yu Xianjun, can you become my collection?"
"Are you crazy? What the hell!" Yu Xianzhisheng stepped back and touched the shelves with one hand, but he couldn't find any useful weapons on them.
On the shelves, various body parts were soaked in bottles of formalin.
A bloodshot eyeball, suspended in a dark green liquid, stared at him.
The two figures were reflected on the glass, the chaos elongated, and there was still blood that had not yet dried on the chair in the center.
If there was a hell on earth, this would be it.
"Yu Xianjun, where is the bottle I gave you, why didn't you put it on?" Senmei Hua approached step by step.
"I, I forgot." Yu Xian swallowed his saliva, even though he was thinking about who would wear that kind of bullshit.
But in this situation, he could only choose to follow his heart.
Sen Meihua had no doubts. She breathed a sigh of relief: "Yu Xianjun, that is the most important thing in me. I feel safe leaving it to you. After meeting you these days, I am really grateful. I found it."
At the end of my life, I have already made plans to die."
Yu Xian's childish mind cursed him as a fool.
You can die if you want to fucking die. Why are you holding me back? I haven't lived enough!
"Listen, Miss Senmei, no, Hua." Yuxian put on a defensive posture, "You still have a long future, you haven't lived enough yet, don't do stupid things."
Mori Meihua smiled brightly: "Yu Xian-kun, you take a step first, and I will follow you later." After saying that, her plump body struck like lightning, and the sledgehammer in her hand hit Yu Xian's childish head.
