tokyo soulful legend

Chapter 93 Turning Point, Music Incident (Part 3) [4K[-], Chapter [-]]

The audience did not make a sound, did not urge, and even subconsciously slowed down their breathing. Most students did not know Morishima Yukisa, but at this moment, under the spotlight, they got to know this exceptionally beautiful woman. Girls.

The dress was well-tailored, not too revealing, and could even be considered conservative. It covered Morishima Yukisa's delicate body.

There is no coquettishness with heavy makeup, only that kind of intellectuality and elegance that are elegant and elegant.

The girl's side face fell into the shadow cast by the spotlight, her clear eyes were slightly closed, her long eyelashes trembled slightly, and her beautiful face appeared at this moment. It has a sense of sacredness like Greek sculpture.

There was no staring at each other, and no secret signals like small gestures.

After a slow breath, Morishima Yukisa's slender catkins gently rested on the keys and pressed down quietly.

Music notes emerged like gurgling water, and in the quiet auditorium, the sound of the piano floated, but standing in front of the stage, the singer who was the first to face the eyes of the audience seemed to be petrified by the Medusa in the fairy tale It seemed, still motionless.

According to their rehearsal at the very beginning, Bei Chuanche should start singing at this time.

But he didn't.

At the other end of the stage, the girl controlling the lights showed a look of worry on her face.

During the rehearsal, Kitagawa Cheru and Morishima Yukisa's cooperation and the completion of the song directly penetrated the hearts of everyone participating in the rehearsal. Except for her, too many members of the executive committee were looking forward to and waiting for this. What kind of fury will a show that is obviously arranged according to class number, but uses big tricks from the very beginning, cause when it is officially performed?

But now...

The piano solo was still going on, and there was no panic on Morishima Yukisa's face, as if in her eyes, Kitagawa Che's behavior was nothing more than normal.

After an impromptu solo with progressive emotions, the coherent notes deliberately paused for a moment, and the accent of the keys came out, as if rehearsed countless times, Beichuan Che's deep and deep male voice broke the silence.

【May rain is green】

green rain in may
[Sorrowful and sad, one person’s afternoon]

Dyed with infinite sadness, the lonely afternoon
【设かぬ想いを暖めていた】

What warms me is the longing that cannot be conveyed
Morishima Yuki raised her eyebrows, and there was a lot of surprise in her eyebrows.

She really never thought that her daughter would dare to perform such an impromptu solo in such a performance that put so much effort into it, let alone that the partner that this girl found in the same class is so good at singing, it is close to The professionalism of the industry.

This really caught her eye.

The corners of Morishima Yukie's mouth raised slightly, and the look of anticipation in her eyes under her sunglasses became thicker.

Kitagawa Teru's singing never paused, and so did Morishima Yukisa's accompaniment.

【好きだよと言えずにFirst Loveは】

A first love that can't be said

【ふりこ料工の心】

delicate hesitant heart
【After school のschool yard を走る君がいた】

You who run around the campus after class
[Far and away from the servant]

No matter when I will always pursue
【流い梦だから，胸をはなれない】

Shallow dreams, hidden in my heart

Morishima Yukisa's fingers fluttered among the black and white keys, like butterflies dancing among the flowers, and the graceful notes brought shockwaves.

Kitagawa Che's singing continued.

He didn't add too many pretentious and ostentatious skills, but just sang and narrated earnestly, just like a young man on that quiet night, under the radiance of the moon and stars, letting the evening wind blow over his cheeks, resting his hands on the At the back of my head, I lay on the lawn, talking to myself about the past love with the night.

That beloved girl, that boundless memory with a warm filter.

Morishima Yukisha's accompaniment gradually slowed down, and she closed her eyes again, with the scene described by Kitagawa Cheru appearing in her mind.

Under the starry sky, there are the dazzling stars and the bright moon. The young man lies on the lawn and stares at the starry sky.

Wanfeng listened to the boy's thoughts, but the chattering boy didn't notice the footsteps behind him.

The faint scent of jasmine poured into the nostrils, and with the rustling sound of the grass beside him being sat down, the boy who turned his head saw no longer the empty lawn, but sat next to him in a white dress with his legs hugged The girl, the girl he had been thinking about for a long time.

The climax of the song is approaching, and the two people have only tried it once, but now they have a tacit understanding of the handover.

Morishima Yukisa's expression was gentle and her voice was slightly cool and soft.

The microphone placed in front of the piano truly amplified her voice.

【风に舞った花びらが, water surface を chaotic すように】

Like petals dancing in the wind, falling chaotically to the water

【爱という字书いてみては】

try to write love

【ふるえてたあのhectare】

trembling moment

【流い梦だから，胸をはなれない】

Shallow dreams, hidden in my heart

Beiyuan Rinyin, who was sitting in the audience, frowned unconsciously. Women's intuition is often very accurate. Such a voice was not at all like her who always kept to herself in the past. Instead, it was more like expressing her love for someone she liked. The kind of tenderness that only comes out of someone who is very young.

But after thinking about it, she felt relieved.

The state of being immersed in the song is somewhat unreal, and the two of them are just temporary partners at best.

【After school のschool yard を走る君がいた】

You running around the campus after class
【远くで拍はいつでも君を探がしてた】

No matter when I will always pursue
【流い梦だから，胸をはなれない】

Shallow dreams, hidden in my heart

Morishima Yukisa was still humming in a low voice, as if responding to the mood of the boy in the story.

The singing continues, and the song moves on.

The song is about to usher in the final climax.

With the clever adjustment of the girl controlling the light, the spotlight began to become less intense and turned into a soft, warm-toned light.

Under another seemingly gradual impromptu solo, the song and the audience's emotions reached its final climax.

The female voice did not stop singing, but deliberately stopped for half a beat as the male voice opened its mouth, as if it was an answer or a response.

【chest を はなれないchest を はなれない】

Hidden in my heart forever
【今もはなれない今もはなれない】

I won't leave now

As the last line of the female voice falls, the piano gradually soothes.

Morishima Yuki's expression rarely lost control. She opened her mouth slightly and her eyes widened uncontrollably.

She looked at her daughter, and then at the young man standing in front of the stage who seemed to be shining.

Everything seems to repeat itself again and again as if fate flowed.

This moment is just like her at that moment.

After a melodious ending melody, the song officially came to an end.

There was a long silence in the auditorium.

After the audience briefly looked at each other and someone shouted "Encore", the voices of the whole audience came together.

The girl who controlled the lighting showed a smile, but she was also sweating for the next performers.

This time, belonged to a pretty good start, but that's the problem. In all likelihood, the performers behind will definitely be under a wave of pressure.

No matter what, it will be compared to this show.

You have to transcend this to become good. If you can't transcend this, what might have been good in the first place becomes not so good.

Bei Chuan Che turned his head and glanced at Morishima Yukisa who was sitting in front of the piano, and the girl just happened to look at him too.

The two looked at each other, so the latter stood up actively, came to his side, and bowed together to the audience who were shouting encore.

Under the shadow that the auditorium lights couldn't reach, Beiyuan Linyin's gaze fell gently on Beichuan Che's face. From the beginning of the performance to the present, her gaze has never left his figure.

Now, she really understood how correct her mother's warning was.

"At this time, maybe you can go on stage and give the young master a hug."

Ejima Myuu reminded Kitamoto Rinne in a low voice.

Beiyuan Linyin's bright eyes hidden in the darkness brightened, but then dimmed immediately.

"This is inappropriate."

She shook her head.

He on stage, she off stage.

Cheers and applause surged in my ears, but Beiyuan Linyin felt a little more lonely.

The three-month period is about to arrive. At that time, what kind of identity should she continue to stay by his side, and what does he think of herself?

Under the bright stars, passers-by look up and see that the distance between the stars is very close, but only the stars themselves know how close they are in the eyes of passers-by and how far away they actually are.

Can stars really reflect each other, or will they inevitably end as one of them fades away?

But life never leaves room for sadness. It will only take its own steps, willfully, and arbitrarily shove in front of you one overwhelming problem after another. Let me tell you with the bloody facts that life is just a matter of problems piled on top of each other. You may not be able to reach the distance if you work hard, but you will definitely be able to get to where you want to go now.

A beautiful figure sitting in the first row got up quietly, and at some point there was an extra bouquet in her hand.

When the other students in the first row caught a glimpse of this beautiful face, they were stunned for a moment, and the cheers were inexplicably less.

But this beautiful figure didn't care about the sizing eyes from behind.

Surprises, after all, they have to go beyond the rules, and that's called surprises.

Just like that, Bo Yuan Shizhi, who was wearing a school uniform, stepped onto the stage with a bouquet of flowers.

Under the spotlight, it was both unexpected and natural. Kitagawa Che's eyes met Baiyuan Shiori who was walking towards him.

The senior sister's smile was as beautiful as a flower, and her eyes were a little shy, but more of an eager one.

His performance today was beyond her expectations, and this song completely exceeded her original expectations, it can be said that it sang into her heart.

The subsequent plot of the story that was outlined at the beginning also cleared the fog and saw the light.

Bai Yuan Shizhi's original purpose was to give this colleague a little bit of shock, but what she didn't expect was that when she finished listening to this song and actually went on stage, the emotions in her heart would push her forward. Then came a more complicated situation.

Their eyes met, and when their eyes met, the cheers from the audience were inexplicably less.

Many students have already recognized Bai Yuan Shizhi.

The famous and beautiful girl in the second grade of high school, the flower of the high mountains that is out of reach, and the cold moonlight in the hearts of countless boys.

Sour emotions began to spread gradually.

Baiyuan Shizhi came to Beichuan Che and handed him the bouquet of flowers that had been prepared.

She winked and joked half-jokingly and half-seriously.

"In this way, you will become the envy of others, right?"

Coincidentally, this sentence was also amplified by the microphone.

The next moment, the sound of gasping for air flooded the auditorium.

Off the stage, Beiyuan Linyin's white palms unconsciously clenched slightly until they lost all color, and her heart seemed to be squeezed, suffocating and painful.

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