tokyo soulful legend

Chapter 111 Contradiction [Chapter 3K1]

In the basement, cool lights shine on the ground and are reflected on the cold marble floor tiles, making the indoor atmosphere even colder.

Dressed in a loose dress, Yuki Morishima sat in front of the piano, her slender and fair hands resting on the black and white keys of the piano, but it was different from the past. Feeling a little lost.

Morishima Yuki stood behind her daughter, silently looking at her back, a little hesitant.

Tatsuya Toshima reminded her that when communicating with Yukisa, she must pay attention to put away the usual toughness and indifference in her tone. Yukisa and her temperament are almost carved from the same mold, both of them are the same. She is strong, but the way she expresses it is different. As a mother, she is overtly strong in character, while as a daughter, Xuesha is introverted and stubborn.

When two people with the same strong personality collide, each other's sharpness is bound to stab each other.

"Xuesha, I want to talk to you."

After taking several deep breaths, Yuki Morishima, who had adjusted her tone, sat on the piano bench not far from Yuki Morishima, and broke the silence in the room.

Morishima Yukisa didn't answer, but just lowered her head indifferently, and her beautiful catkins resting on the black and white keys pressed the first note of the day.

Someone once said that the effects a good pianist and a good piano can achieve are dazzling, and the scene at this moment is probably the same.

As the first note was played, a melodious and sad melody filled the entire piano room.

This song is no stranger to Yuki Morishima, and it can even be said to be fresh in her memory-this was more than half a month ago, when Yuki Morishima and the boy named Che Kitagawa had a concert songs played together.

It's just different from the version that responds to each other played on stage, the version played by Yuki Morishima is more full of regrets of "beginning without end".

Morishima Yuki did not interrupt her daughter's performance, put away her seemingly calm but undercurrent emotions, relaxed her brows, and listened carefully.

This time Morishima Yukisa's performance at the concert gave her a considerable shock. Her daughter's growth rate far exceeded her initial expectations. Compared with her back then, Yukisa was already far ahead of her.

Thinking of this, a touch of pride and relief flashed across Morishima Yukie's eyes. Over the years, she is no longer as excited as she was when she was young about her own achievements, and she is more used to it, and her thoughts are also From my own achievements to hoping to witness my daughter's achievements one after another on this road.She sees Xuesha's every progress and delights in her heart.

However, just like many passing movie plots, due to duplicity or insincerity, she never told Xuesha some things.

Just like the thousands of thoughts revealed in the sentence that she has been buried in her heart all the time - Yuki Morishima is the greatest masterpiece and proudest achievement in her life.

The sound of the piano is melodious and the music is flowing.

The same piece of piano music, some people play it step by step according to the script, you can’t tell what’s wrong with it, but in the same way, you can’t tell what’s good about it, you just pass it after you’ve heard it; It is a completely different feeling when people play it. The sound of the piano that is the same as the score but different will bring you back to the past, arouse the resonance in your memory, and make you love it even if there is no corresponding music. Experience, can't resonate with it, but still tend to instinctively think that the latter is better.

The music keeps moving forward, and the emotion in the sound of the piano progresses accordingly. The overflowing sense of loss can no longer stop crossing the embankment, spreading out, and gradually deepening with the ups and downs of the sound of the piano.

Looking at her daughter's back, for no reason, Morishima Yukie had an inexplicable guess. With this guess, even her indifferent expression became subtle and complicated——Should Yukisame her? Could it be that she had some other feelings for her temporary partner?
This kind of thought didn't last long, and was left behind by Morishima Yukie in a blink of an eye, and was thrown to the country of Java.

As far as she observed the way her daughter got along with Bei Chuan Che, it didn't reach that point at all, they could be regarded as friends at best.

My daughter's personality is similar to hers, and her emotional attitude is also the same. They are both cold on the outside and hot on the inside. They are all the same. When facing the person they like, they will fade away from the indifference of the past, just like a hedgehog puts away its sharp As if the thorns revealed their belly, they showed their softest and truest side to the other party.

Because of this, she was hurt so deeply back then, until today, when she occasionally wakes up in the middle of the night, she still feels lost.She knew that she would never look back, but at the same time, she couldn't really let go.

The cold light fell on the piano's paint surface, emitting bursts of light. Morishima Yukisa, who was playing in front of the piano, seemed to be covered with a layer of light.

After the song ended, Morishima Yukisha's back was still straight, and her waterfall-like black hair was casually draped behind her back, but her thin back looked inexplicably thinner.

Looking at the figure of her daughter, Morishima Yukie had a little memory and nostalgia in her eyes. At this moment, she seemed to be a traveler who had crossed the long river of time and space, and saw her former self through the mirror called children.

The silence between the mother and daughter didn't last long, and Morishima Yukie mentioned the topic just now again, "The final exam is over, and the next one is summer vacation, Xuesha, what are your plans?"

A touch of irritability flashed across Morishima Yuki's clear and cold eyes, and she could tell that her mother's opening remarks were to make her choose something, "Which plan are you talking about?"

"In the future." Yuki Morishima considered the words and explained, "You can understand it as a further plan starting from this summer vacation."

"Is that so..." Morishima Yukisa raised her eyebrows, and her eyes fell on the piano lacquer surface that she often wiped, and the slightly dazzling white light was reflected in her beautiful eyes, "Is practicing the piano at home count?" ?”

"It counts, but what I mean is, maybe we can consider some farther ones." Morishima Yukie paused, "For example, go abroad with my mother, and go to the music academy where my mother once studied.

"For you now, continuing to study at Baichuan High School is undoubtedly a waste of your time, and even more of a waste of your talent.

"If I were you, I would definitely not waste my youth in Baichuan High School again."

Perhaps Yuki Morishima didn't even notice that since she said the phrase "if I were you", her tone has returned to the toughness of the past.

This doesn't feel like negotiation, but more like coercion with some subtext.

Naturally, such a tone aroused Yukisa Morishima's emotions.

Morishima Yukisa's voice turned cold, "You are you, I am me, what you think is your business, and how I choose is my business."

"A better environment and more like-minded people will make your journey easier." Morishima Yuki subconsciously turned cold, with no emotion on her face, "I think You should think again."

"I do not want to go."

Morishima Yukisa's voice became colder and colder, like the cold river of thousands of years that had condensed again, and she had no intention of giving in at all.

That year, Morishima Yukie's words made her fly from Japan to Vienna. At the beginning of this year, her words brought her back to Japan.

I am not her kitten or puppy, who comes and goes when I call it. When I remember it, I come and tease it. When I can’t remember it, I let myself live. Why?
Morishima Yukie frowned, her chest heaved twice unconsciously, she wanted to say something according to her temperament, but the words Tatsuya Tsugumi warned her resurfaced in her ears like a vigilance, hesitated Again, she still swallowed the stronger words that were controlled by emotions.

The piano room fell into silence like this. The air conditioner was obviously not turned on, but the temperature dropped inexplicably.

Neither mother nor daughter spoke again.

As a result, the silent ones become more silent, and the quiet ones become even quieter.

After three and one-third of a minute of self-adjustment, there was no longer any obvious emotion on Morishima Yukie's face, replaced by endless loneliness.

As Tatsuya Tsugumi said, her uncontrollable toughness stabbed Morishima Xuesha again, and Xuesha's stress response also stabbed her.

They are like two hedgehogs with spikes, the closer they get, the more they will hurt each other.

Ugh.

The internationally renowned musician stood up, sighed silently, and left the piano room dejectedly.

With the sound of footsteps fading away and the sound of closing the door, Morishima Yukisa breathed a sigh of relief.

For her, the relationship between her and her mother has always been a barrier, which bothers her and the other party.Under this barrier, the two said they were mother and daughter, but they didn't have the intimacy between mother and daughter at all. When they were alone, they spent more time in silence, or they broke up unhappy after a short conversation like today scattered.They are more like strangers.

But even so, after each such 'confrontation', she still felt a kind of unstoppable exhaustion and depression.

drip.

Suddenly, her cell phone in her pocket vibrated.

Taking out her mobile phone, Yukisha Morishima glanced at the screen. The message was from Kitagawa Teru.

【At about three o'clock in the afternoon next Tuesday, can you occupy Morishima-san for a while?I have a new song to record. 】

Without thinking or thinking too much, Yuki Morishima tapped her fingertips on the screen, and she sent back a message.

【it is good. 】

After thinking about it, she added another message.

[Do you still have music class in summer vacation? 】

Soon, the message will be displayed as read.

Seven seconds later, Beichuan Che's reply came as promised.

【Of course, as long as Mr. Morishima is available. 】

Looking at this reply, Morishima Yukisa's depressed mood improved a little.

Putting away her phone and closing her eyes, she continued to practice tonight.

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