It's Very Easy to Fill in Next Time

Bai Wei shook his head, put away the business card and memorized the phone number on it, turned around and walked into the Ginza.

The shopping circle in Tokyo is extremely prosperous. There are many shopping malls and restaurants blooming everywhere, and the flow of people is huge.

There is a lot of traffic here, and the entrance is spacious, leaving a space the size of a stadium, with doors opening on three sides.

Without contact information, it is almost impossible to accurately find two people here.

Even if it is blocked at the entrance of the tram station, it is impossible to accurately locate two people from the flow of hundreds of people.

Although Frost Moon has an exclamation point above her head, today's exclamation point has already been used.

It is not clear whether the exclamation mark of Jinguji has been refreshed.

It is unrealistic to find the other party, but you might as well think in reverse.

Let the other party find me!

That means I have to stay as visible as possible...to get as much attention as possible from people passing by!

Then we just take off our pants?

That's sure to draw attention.

But I'm a rough person, what if I leave a psychological shadow on the men in Yingzhou?

Bai Wei stood at the entrance of the tram station and thought hard, then glanced away, something caught his attention.

A few unconventional young people dressed in weird colors dyed their hair, emphasizing a rock style, and their styles were close to those of Japanese and Korean boy groups in the 90s.

Holding a musical instrument in his hand, he is playing something, which seems to be an advertisement for a business and an album, and he is working hard.

But the style of the song is quite different from the little song in Yingzhou's hometown. To many people, it sounds like howling with their voices, and only a few people around are watching.

"It turns out that it can still be like this."

The location of the band's performance is actually very good, and people who enter the door can see the band on the stage at a glance.

Bai Wei walked to the band stage. At this time, they had just finished singing and were taking an intermission. A group of rock and roll youths had colorful hair as if they were permed by Mr. Wang at the entrance of the village.

"Hello……"

"Hey, little brother, do you need an autograph?"

"You're half right, what I want is not just an autograph, but your autographed guitar."

"Huh?" The lead singer was taken aback for a moment, and then asked enthusiastically, "You know how to play the guitar? I thought that not many people knew about this instrument. It was not long after it was introduced from Europa. You can also use it?"

"Slightly." Bai Wei used to work part-time as a bard, and like a certain cuttlefish god, he initially relied on copying music to obtain start-up funds as a mentor, because music is an art that only a few nobles and rich people can appreciate.

"I actually met a fellow fan, and I can lend it to you." The lead singer dressed in a non-mainstream way, but he was surprisingly easy-going: "If you are not stage frightened and dare to sing, the stage here can also be lent to you. How many bands came to perform."

"Okay, then borrow it." Bai Wei walked onto the stage, looked at the time, and lifted the guitar. Under the surprised eyes of the other members of the orchestra and the audience, he sat quietly in the center of the stage and plucked the strings.

Not very skilled, but good intonation.

After simply plucking the guitar strings a few times, the movement became proficient, and he regained the three-point feel. He didn't delay any longer, and started to pluck the music and sing a cappella at the same time.

A clear and mournful singing sounded from the bustling tram entrance.

"梦ならばどれほどよかったでしょう..."

There is no prelude to the music, accompanied by the melody between breaths, like the sour smell of lemon floating, rushing into the ears and entangled in the mind.

Accompanied by the young man plucking strings and singing a cappella alone, the noisy human voices seemed to be quiet for a while.

Many people stopped involuntarily and looked towards the central stage.

Under the illumination of the background light, the young man covered his shoulders with a lingering sadness, as if crying out from despair and loss, but this song is not a pretentious cry, but a eloquent The coming narration, the rhythm catches the ears, makes people wander in the vocal music, just like facing the night wind blowing directly on the face, and the air is full of sour lemon smell.

The crowd stopped, the audience sank, and even the band changed from stunned and surprised to amazed.

"This song...is very flavorful."

The reason why I chose this song lemon is naturally because I sang it naturally when I got emotional.

Only when you lose once can you understand the pain, and you can sing the feeling that no one else can have.

Perhaps Bai Wei is also venting, venting the previously suppressed emotions, venting the pent-up madness in his heart.

……

"I'm so tired after buying so many things, help me carry them."

"You can't keep your balance on your own."

"I have big breasts and my center of gravity is different from yours."

"Say it again? Believe it or not, I will perform an incision operation on you tonight!"

Yagyu Shimotsuki and Jinguji Saki bickered every day, and they came out of the mall with big bags in their hands.

Following the flow of people, they were coming to the entrance of the tram station, when they suddenly felt that the voices of the people were much quieter, not so noisy anymore.

In the spacious hall, melodious cappella floated.

"Someone is singing." Jinguji was surprised: "But it was there before, why is it so quiet this time?"

Liu Shengshuangyue was not interested in the song at first, she just carried her head and bag, but the sound of the music wafted to her ears, making her heart tremble.

"言えずに隠してた晚い已经も..."

The singing is like a thorn, piercing into the heart easily, a sad song, a familiar voice.

Almost subconsciously, she thought back to the difficult times her parents had passed away.

The girl raised her eyes, and then the pupils contracted.

"elder brother?"

……

Bai Wei sang a cappella alone on the stage. There were occasional mistakes and omissions in the plucked guitar strings, but it did not affect his emotional release.

The prelude passed by, the voice suddenly changed, and the song became high-spirited.

"あの日の悲しみさえ...今でもあなたはわたしの光..."

To this day, you are still my light;

The listening audience widened their eyes, clenched their fists, and their hearts were rising and falling.

A sour lemon-flavored tune, but here it sings the meaning of bitterness and happiness.

At the end of bitterness, there will always be sweetness and fragrance.

There is always a ray of light when the sun shines through the clouds after great pain and sorrow is released.

……

Liu Shengshuangyue covered her lips, trembling uncontrollably.

This song was written just for her.

Walk through loneliness, walk through despair, endure pain, and wait for the sun.

The person playing a cappella on the stage is the light that illuminates her gloomy life.

When she was in a foreign country, she was so confused and helpless. Without the company of her relatives, she would not be able to support herself early in the morning.

She gritted her teeth lightly, her nose slightly sore.

Staring at him, pupils flickering, mist rising.

My brother is always like this, that's why I became more and more hopeless.

……

"This song……"

Jinguji Saki didn't pay attention to listening at first. She didn't like or dislike music. If she really had talent in this area, she might not be a sword shaman.

However, even she was attracted after only a few ear-catching melodies.

Not only because of the young people on stage, but also because of the song brought back her memories, those memories that she can't forget in her dreams.

Before she knew it, her fingertips had already clenched tightly.

"(自分が思うより恋をしていたあなたに) I adore you deeply even beyond my own imagination;

(あれから思うように气ができない) Since then, every time I think of you, it hurts like suffocation;

(あんなに口にいたのにまるで噗みたい) You used to be close to me but now it dissipates like a cloud of smoke;

(とても忘れられないそれだけが实か) The only certainty is that I will never forget you..."

Every line of the lyrics, every sentence reminded her of the memories of the past, and the youth who always smiled as if all difficulties could not overwhelm him.

"Stupid fox..."

Jingongji pressed her heart, and her heart ached. She didn't want to listen anymore, but she wanted to.

If you are somewhere, living a life of tears all day long, please forget everything about me. This is the only wish in my heart.

Although I will never choose to forget.

Because to this day, you are still my light.

The suffocation gradually dissipated, as if she had been redeemed, she let go of her collar, and her breathing gradually slowed down.

I suddenly realized how to reconcile with the memories of my past. I don’t need to choose to forget, but I have to learn to let go.

Jinguji Saki wiped the corners of her eyes, looked at the young man on the stage, her eyes sparkled brightly: "It's really a good song."

"Yes, it's a good song." Liu Shengshuangyue said softly, "Brother wrote it for me."

Jingu Temple: "..."

……

At the end of the song, the audience applauded.

Bai Wei released the backlog of emotions, and also noticed the two girls in the stopped crowd.

Effective as expected, he relaxed with relief and was about to say something into the microphone.

Suddenly, there was a strong roar, which covered the applause of the audience. The vibration was so violent that many people mistook it for an earthquake and fell down in a hurry.

A few kilometers away, hot air waves rushed into the sky.