Miss Shimizu's perfect ending

But underage drinking is really not a good habit!And the boss who buys wine here will be fined and punished.

So she lightly knocked on the table, persuading her with an elder style: "Xiao Kui, drinking alcohol is not allowed."

The slack eyes gradually regained the bright red highlights like roses, and Aoi Ayase let out a sigh, and then said lightly, "Then I don't have anything to eat."

There was no expression on her face, but she seemed to be sinking into an uncalmable ocean wave, and her mind went up and down with the turbulent waves.

What are you thinking about?Why are you still thinking about that kiss that you will never forget no matter what?

Aoi Ayase sighed angrily.

"The boss here won't sell us wine either, shall we drink next time?"

Who will drink with you next time, Aoi Ayase complained in her heart, and obediently agreed to say "yes".

Shimizu Saki Koi pressed the bottom of her school uniform skirt and stood up, pointing to the front desk, "Then I'm going to order."

The girl left with brisk footsteps, and her blond hair seemed to be dancing with the beat.

On the opposite side, there were only empty brown-red chairs left, and the surrounding voices seemed to be amplified by turning a rotary button. At this time, Aoi Ayase finally began to observe the environment of the restaurant again.

The middle-aged men gathered together to chat about the past and the present, but Aoi Ayase didn't even bother to listen. Political topics were the most boring and boring in the world.

It was the old man quietly playing the cello in the shop that attracted Aoi Ayase's attention.

The other service staff are all wearing nondescript mix-and-match clothes of Chinese and Western styles. The upper body is a kimono and the lower body is a strange Western-style apron.

The atmosphere of the whole restaurant is so weird.

And he is the only one who sticks to the atmosphere of Western food in the store. He is dressed in a black suit, and the polished leather shoes on his feet are a little bit glued. Song "Mia & Sebastian's Theme".

The color of the piano is thick and melodious, with deep and complex emotions.

There is a bit of a musician's style between dress and gestures, and he plays well, but it's a pity that he can only be an amateur.

Judging from a professional point of view, his skills cannot be ranked in the hall of elegance.

It was too far behind the geniuses of the Tokyo Symphony Orchestra, and there was a talent gap that could not be made up even by the age gap.

The feet of the cello are supported on the ground, and there is a square black cardboard box on the raised round platform where the old man plays.

It should be a listener tipping box similar to the merit box of the shrine.

A bland song ended blandly, with no audience, no applause, and no cheers.

What greeted him was a [-]-yen coin.

It was a middle-aged customer drinking and chatting next to him, drunkenly throwing a cheap coin from his wallet with hands full of oil and wine stains.

What followed was his ruthless criticism of the old man's music level: "I play the same song every time, so don't play it here, please."

The Japanese are always like this, when they humiliate others, they have to maintain the politeness of the language.

The extremely insulting coin rolled in a smooth arc in the air, leaped to the edge of the gift box, spun several times dramatically like the ups and downs of life, dinged and then rolled and slid on the ground with.

The pointer of fate is turning at this moment.

The cheap coin rolled all the way across the black and white floor tiles, rolled under the intertwined legs of the sitting young couple, and finally stopped in front of Aoi Aoi's deep black domed leather shoes as destined.

Aoi Ayase lowered her head, the silver coin lay quietly on the clean floor, the huge one hundred still had a greasy luster.

The old man did not feel sad and ashamed after being insulted. Instead, he calmly stabilized the cello, tried to straighten his hunched back, and strode down from the stage, step by step following the rolling of coins to Ayase Aoi. in front of.

The purple-haired girl exudes a feeling that strangers should not enter from her clothes to her temperament. The old man did not hesitate, ready to bend down his old body, pick up the "reward" coin and leave silently, resolutely not to disturb Every minute of the girl.

But I didn't expect that the girl who was sitting quietly was one step faster than herself.

She bent slightly from the chair and picked up the coin with her bald fingers.

Then those hands with skin better than snow handed it in front of him.

"yours."

The scarlet eyes were cold, without any fluctuating emotions, and of course no contempt or other emotions could be read from them.

"Thank you." An old voice came out of his throat. The old man took the coin and wiped it, and put it in the pocket of his crisply ironed suit.

Aoi Ayase stared at the old man intently, taking in all his movements and expressions.

In this lonely old man, Aoi Aoi felt the loneliness of sympathy, a loneliness that goes deep into the soul.

Out of pity and curiosity, Aoi Ayase became interested in talking, and she asked softly:

"How long have you been working here?"

Only those who have experienced it countless times can become numb to such humiliation.

The old man was obviously a little surprised that the girl in front of him would ask such a question. His eyes were long and complicated, and the light in them flickered, and the long years passed by.

"13 years, if you have been in the music industry for about 40 years."

"So long?" Aoi Ayase raised her eyebrows, and then she commented rationally, "You don't have the talent for this job."

"Yes." The old man nodded, admitting more frankly than anyone else, "I am a mediocre person, and I can only make a living by relying on this craft."

uninteresting.

Like most ordinary people.

Only that song is infused with a different kind of emotion, which is still moving.

Aoi Ayase was in high spirits, she folded her hands and leaned back on the soft cushion, "The song you played..."

But the old man was different. There was a trace of unknown sadness in his voice that had been worn hoarse by time.

"Mia & Sebastian's Theme in La La Land." The Japanese pronunciation from the old man's mouth is particularly funny.

Even though she has never watched La La Land, the clever Aoi Ayase can guess from the style of the music and the emotions of the old man.

She remembered the evaluation of the customer in the middle of the noise, and continued to ask: "Why do you keep playing this piece of music?"

The old man took off his scratched glasses and wiped them, "Because...it reminds me of my ex-wife."

Gossip is human nature.And the more familiar sense of loneliness was reflected in the old man, and she couldn't help continuing to chat with the old man.

"Ex-wife?"

"I will think of her when I play." The old man's eyes were a little downcast.

Maybe you should give him a cigarette or a bottle of wine at this time, and he will feel more comfortable.

Aoi Ayase remembered that her father had the same expression when he missed her mother.

The old man should still love his ex-wife.

Curiosity burst out by chance, forcing the lips to open to ask the question that uncovered the scar:

"Do you still like your ex-wife?"

I don't know why the moment I said it, the blood in my whole body seemed to turn into flowing pain, which began to spread little by little throughout my body.

The old man smiled wryly, "I don't like her, but I love her very much."

"why?"

His voice was low and he talked about the past, "She used to be my wife, the woman I love the most in the world. I chose to marry her because of love. But after I got married, I found that I hated it more and more. She died, and I fought like crazy with her, every night over child support, over money. I thought my love was dead."

"Then...she left me in an accident, no, not an accident. She left me lying on the rails."

With deep emotions in the hoarse voice full of age, Aoi Ayase felt a sudden pain in her heart as if she was suffocating, and the pain of being unable to breathe would overwhelm her.

She wanted to tell the old man to shut up, but she couldn't speak any more, just like falling into the darkest deep sea with a bang, and all she got in return for calling for help was the sea water that invaded her lungs mercilessly.

Sadness filled the eye sockets with a thin mist in peace.

"It's been about 22 years since I lost her... I lost all her things when she left because I was afraid, afraid to think about her. I love her...but I don't like her, Because it hurts to think of her."

The old man's voice is not loud, but it is very penetrating in a lively restaurant, and his every movement and stillness is even more desolate.

"Now I can't remember what she looked like, I threw away all her photos, but time seems to wander in memory, as long as I close my eyes, I can remember the details of living with her, she is full of love Tianxing, loves to watch Roman Holiday, eat copper bell burnt, and likes to stay in bed..."

In the end, the old man's voice became trembling and broke like a tight string, and he returned to normal.

"I'm thinking...if there are ghosts and ghosts in the world, will she visit me occasionally to see if I'm getting old and if Xiao Hao has grown up. Come and listen to this romantic song, does she like it... She, she likes these romantic things the most."

Aoi Aoi breathed in pain through her congested chest, like a whale stranded on the coast, tears of sadness finally slipped down her cheeks one by one uncontrollably.

"I'm sorry I made a slip of the tongue."

The old man thought that his story had infected the girl in front of him, so he sincerely apologized, rubbed the corners of his eyes with his hands, and then turned to leave.

She does not cry for others, but for herself.

The moment the old man turned around, through blurred tears, she saw a small gap of light leaking from the scenery blocked by the old man's body.

Aoi Ayase wandered in this gap, seeing herself falling off the roof like a book page, seeing herself numbly wearing pure black mourning clothes, and seeing herself living like a walking dead.

I saw that at a certain moment, I cut out the photo of Shimizu Sakiren, and kissed her in the photo devoutly and sadly like a believer.

……

Six o'clock in the evening is the peak time for dining, and Shimizu Sakiren queued for a long time before ordering food at this old-fashioned uphill restaurant.

Xiaokui doesn't like to eat, greasy or spicy.

Shimizu Saki thought about it and only thought that she seemed to like drinking, and then followed her to eat what she liked.

Is it really possible to live out one's self by being alone like this and worshiping other people as gods?

If you don't love her...

But even if she loves her, her father Ayase Ryuji is also a difficult guy.

However, compared to these past problems, what should be more worried now is whether this restaurant that has not been revised is good or not, and whether it meets Xiaokui's taste.

The chefs are not from the same batch, so it is impossible to reproduce the taste in memory, and there is no favorite cuisine for Xiaokui...

Shimizu Sakiren turned around with some annoyance, and walked in the direction of Aoi Ayase.

An old man with gray hair in a suit strictly blocked the petite Aoi Ayase.

The uphill restaurant is very noisy. If you don't get close, you can't hear what they are talking about.

Shimizu Sakiren just wanted to go over to tell Xiaokui that she ordered pasta and also ordered oden.

In the next second, a sudden event happened.

As the name of this restaurant says, there are only three roads in life, uphill, downhill and unexpected.

"Star ga fall ru night..." The cell phone in the left pocket of the school uniform rang suddenly.

The footsteps running towards Aoi Ayase stopped at this moment, Shimizu Sakiren took out her mobile phone, and the contact person on the phone screen was "Yuki".

Isn't she in confinement... What will she say when she calls?

Saki Koi Shimizu swiped the screen to switch on in surprise, and it was Yuki Fujiwara's excited voice with a rising end that entered the eardrum amidst the noise.

"Saki Koi!" But such an excited voice turned into disgust in the next second, "Your place is so noisy...but it's better to make it louder."

"Youxi, have you been released by your father?"

Not wanting Fujiwara Yuki to know that he was eating with Aoi Aoi, Shimizu Sakiren could only stand there, watching the back of the old man in a suit at an appropriate distance of three meters.

"No, but I remembered you coming today, so I asked my father for a little free time to call you."

"Then what do you want to say to me?"

Fujiwara Yuki's steady voice took a deep breath at this moment, "What I want to say is that even girls and girls should have the right to express what they like..."

Of course there is, but the meaning of Fujiwara Yuki's words is a little confusing.

"You have to listen carefully to the following, and you are not allowed to hang up, otherwise... your consequences will not be as simple as apologizing." Her voice was confident and domineering, as if she had returned to the first time in this world line The moment we meet.

But at this moment, the white-haired old man who was standing between Shimizu Sakiren and Ayase Aoi finally moved his body and gave in.

He left sadly, leaving behind a distant galaxy within a distance of three meters.

Aoi Ayase's red, which originally symbolized aggression, was covered by a layer of tears.

She sat helplessly on the chair, losing her strength and trembling, like a deer whimpering when its right foot was caught in a trap.

However, at the same time, Fujiwara Yuki's distorted voice came out from the receiver of the mobile phone.

Her tone is ambiguous and doting, conveying a strong and profound love across space.

Amid the uproar and tears of Aoi Aoi, Fujiwara Yuki said, "Like it."

The first tear fell from the red eye socket.