I interpret life in Tokyo

Yumiko Miura was shaking her skirt—on the cold Christmas Eve, she was still wearing a short skirt, and she came to the boy with stars and gardenias shining all over her body in embarrassment, her heart was pounding Jumping up and down, blushing slightly, "That...Sakakibara-senpai..."

Miura Yuma was a little surprised to see his younger sister's fresh and weak face, and couldn't help winking at the boy, and sighed.

"Isn't it a signature, where is it?" My friend's sister naturally wanted to sign, and she had to sign well and sign a lot.

Yumiko Miura walked away briskly, and Yuma Miura sighed, "This is the first time I've seen my sister like this."

"I see that your sister is very popular in school. She seems to belong to the cash group." The boy used the words he had just learned. When he saw the girl for the first time, several boys and girls surrounded her. The stars hold the moon.

"Yumiko's character may be at a disadvantage in social interaction."

As the elder brother, Yuma Miura has more right to speak. He felt the gaze of the boy beside him, and said, "Well, things like personality can't be changed, and Yumiko doesn't want to be talked about at her current age." , I can only comfort her well after she is frustrated... Alas, there is no way."

At the end, he shook his head helplessly and laughed.

"What a good brother."

"I just feel like I'm a bit incompetent."

The two set foot on the train to Tokyo again, and the faces of the surrounding passengers were a little weak and relaxed. Compared with the resentment and tension in the early morning, the emotion called anticipation on Christmas Eve made the boy more comfortable.

"I only prepared gifts for a few close friends, how about you?"

"I'm about the same." The boy with a certain income nodded and answered when he heard Miura Yuma's question, "Compared with presents, I'm looking forward to today's STARS Christmas dinner."

"Oven pig, ham, turkey, salmon... tsk tsk tsk, I'm hungry just hearing the names."

Miura Yuma and the man began to swallow at the same time.

The latter looked out of the window at the gradually slanting sunset that dyed the entire Tokyo orange red, and a few rows of birds flying away towards the sunset.

Red and green ribbons are fluttering in the wind, and pedestrians and children on the road are talking and laughing.

The boy was alone, looking at the world outside the car window, which was extremely beautiful at this moment.

That is a vibrant color.

Across the window, there are gray lines.

Chapter 55 A world full of colors

"Merry Christmas!"

Several group performers acquainted smiled at the door and greeted the artists who walked into the STARS office. After seeing Kaede Sakakibara and Yuuma Miura, they waved their arms exaggeratedly. The momentum was so strong that couples and tourists passing by Cast a strange look.

"Ahem, today is Christmas Eve, and tomorrow is Christmas..." Takeda Hiroshi appeared behind several people, hammered their shoulders, and complained with a smile. He made a gesture of invitation, "You guys came early enough, Sakakibara-san, Miura-senpai."

He always has a trace of respect for Miura Yuma from the group 1017459498. Although they were artists who entered the firm at the same time, in fact Miura Yuma is three years older than Takeda Hiroshi, and it is only natural to use the respectful name—just Miura Yu The horse didn't care much.

"You arrived so early?"

"There was an audition for an advertisement nearby this morning. I tried it, but I was rejected." Hiroshi Takeda spread his hands, and there was no regret on his face. "I don't have any work in the afternoon. Come to the office to rest early."

"By the way, the venue decoration on the third floor has been completed, and there are unlimited drinks and small cakes in the rest area."

The boy's eyes lit up when he heard this, and he nodded frequently, as if he was feeling something. The school uniform swayed slightly with the air-conditioning and heating. He nodded to Miura Yuuma, stretched the back of the school uniform, and then walked upstairs.

Looking around, the eyes are full of singing and dancing, the music is playing in the stereo, the girls are wearing colorful performance uniforms, and they dance youthfully on the stage built without the slightest shyness, showing the beauty of idols.

"Is this an idol... What an amazing performance."

After the song was sung, the three girl groups on the stage smiled and saluted the applauding artistes in the office, took the drinks from their peers, and blended into the crowd lightly.

"Every profession is not easy. I went to the lovelive selection competition before. Several small groups need to perform dozens of songs on stage, singing and dancing at the same time. It is not only a test of physical strength, but also the cooperation between members of the group in this way."

Hearing Miura Yuma's explanation, the boy hummed, "It seems that there is a group portrait scene going on all the time."

When the idol group is performing, they look straight at the audience, with a natural smile on their faces, but their dancing postures and steps are exactly the same, as if they are one person. Behind each performance, there are countless days and nights of hard work.

"I feel the concert is similar."

"Miura-san wants to hold a concert?" The boy looked sideways, remembering the little goal Mr. Sakai gave Miura Yuma just now.

"The best thing is to form a band."

The two walked into the venue while talking, and what they saw was the huge Christmas tree in the center of the rest area. This is not the cheap plastic Christmas tree sold in the mall, but the real one that needs to be ordered in advance.

After each filled a glass of drink and took a few pieces of dorayaki, the two sat aside, and Miura Yuma continued to talk about the topic just now, "I play the drums, and it is impossible for me to hold a concert alone. It's impossible for the audience to watch me knock on stage for an hour, right?"

"So we need a band... In my vision, it can't be a pure music band—because there is no possibility of holding a concert purely for music."

The man imagined the scene of Miura Yuma beating the drum alone on stage for an hour, and echoed, "The focus of the concert is, after all, the singing."

"But now the STARS office can't find the lead singer." Yuma Miura sighed, "There are very few in the university. The Tokyo Music University is full of musicians like me, and there are too few who can sing."

"How about working with an idol?" The boy came up with an idea, "The idol sings in front, and you play in the back."

Miura Yuma's eyes lit up, he nodded and said, "You can really try this, next time I'll ask my agent to suggest it."

"Ah."

The matter buried in his heart was resolved, Miura Yuma smiled a little more, and the two sat off the stage to watch the artists of STARS agency's head office play their specialties on the stage, perform various performances, and compete with each other.

However, it is the idol groups that exude a youthful atmosphere that attract the boys' attention the most.

People yearn for beautiful things, and the girls of idol groups represent the beauty of youth, some are pure and lovely, some are pure and jade-clean, and some are charming and charming.At this time, the boy seemed to have stepped into a hundred gardens. There were flowers of various colors. Although people's preferences were different, every flower was very beautiful. Who was the first among them?The flowers did not argue about it, but held their heads proudly upright in the dirt.

He bent down and saw a rose hidden among the flowers against the sun.

"Higuchi-san, Merry Christmas Eve."

"Yeah, so is Sakakibara-san."

Surprisingly, Madoka Higuchi's words didn't have much spicy taste today, and she didn't wear her usual exquisite casual clothes, but a starry performance costume.

The sea.

For some reason, seeing Madoka Higuchi's costume, this was the first word that crossed the boy's mind.

Blue can make people think of the sparkling blue, while white is the fine lines connecting the sea level in the distance, or the occasional white waves rolled up, or the seagulls flying along the sea.

"Very beautiful costume." The boy praised sincerely.

Higuchi Madoka nodded as a reply, and behind her were three other girls who were dressed exactly like Higuchi Madoka, with familiarity and intimacy in their gestures, they looked like members of an idol group.

The three of them looked at the boy separately, Madoka Higuchi was infected by this weird atmosphere, and several people on both sides did not speak, this phenomenon lasted for tens of seconds.

The short girl in the idol group reminded softly, "Arnuo, Yuanxiangjiang..."

Madoka Higuchi didn't stay any longer, before the atmosphere became more weird, she went straight past the boy and walked towards the stage.

After the group of four left, Miura Yuma glanced at the boy strangely, "Did something happen between you and this lady?"

"I don't know either." The boy couldn't laugh or cry, and introduced, "Higuchi-san is an idol and an actor. We both starred in TV dramas and commercials, so we can be regarded as acquaintances."

Not friends, at least not yet.

The boy pondered, he felt that there was a wall erected in front of Madoka Higuchi - it had nothing to do with anyone who wanted to get close to her and make a good relationship with her.It was her own choice, the wall she erected.

In the starlight, far away, the boy and Yuuma Miura saw the quartet walking onto the stage.

This is the different Madoka Higuchi.

She smiled on stage, danced in front of the audience, and sang under the lights.

She seems to be born to be an icon.

Madoka Higuchi's focus is still on idols, no matter what kind of thoughts she has, the audience who cheers for her every move appreciates her from the bottom of their hearts and applauds her.

perhaps.

Boys like to see the transformation of the ugly duckling into a swan.

It's just that Madoka Higuchi is not an ugly duckling.

When playing the role, when trying to enter the play, the boy saw the girl's ordinary appearance. She is just an ordinary girl who takes her work seriously, not the glamorous idol who is touted on the Internet.

This understanding is determined by the sense of distance.

Hearing the joy, the boy clapped along with the rhythm of the music, like a fan of them.

Miura Yuma patted his legs to the beat. He seemed to think that the method the boy said was feasible, and he was already adapting to the idol's music rhythm in advance.

After a dance, they were greeted with warm cheers.

Madoka Higuchi panted slightly, her purple eyes swept around the arena, saw the boy smiling and applauding, and lowered her gaze with a soft snort.

"Thank you, we are Noctchill!"

The boy turned to the window and sighed with emotion, "It's snowing."

As if to suit the occasion, on the night of Christmas Eve, a lot of snow floated in the sky, slowly pouring into the world under the light of the purple-red sunset.

"I used to spend Christmas Eve with my family every year." Miura Yuma spoke softly, looking at the snow outside the window like a boy, "It's just that I vowed to talk to my parents about my dream, forming a band, and holding a concert What."

"Now it's getting farther and farther away from the dream, no, maybe it's a parallel line."

Yuma Miura smiled, "There are many, many people like me at Tokyo Music University. I'm just one of the vast crowd. Do I have the qualifications to fulfill my dream?"

"In fact, STARS is my last hope. Before that, I went to many firms to apply to become an independent musician, thinking of forming my own band with the help of firms. As a result, those firms did not need music like me. I was not selected because of the fierce competition. At that time, I always thought, ah, it would be good to follow my parents’ advice and go to the University of Tokyo, and regret it.”

Sakakibara Kaede withdrew his gaze from the window, looked directly at the same green eyes as his younger sister Yumiko Miura, and grinned for a while.

He didn't continue to talk about the same chicken soup for the soul, he just patted Miura Yuma's shoulder heavily.

"what."

Miura Yuma smiled helplessly, stood up and stretched, and straightened his waist again, "I'm sorry, Sakakibara-san, I've vomited so many dark emotions to you, and now I feel a lot more relaxed. Dreams are things to chase, At least for me now, the dream has not woken up."

"Miura-san is leaving?"

"Well, I got home late, my parents and Yumiko are going to be in a hurry."

A trace of envy flashed in the depths of the boy's sea-blue eyes. He hid it so deeply that no one could discover or perceive it.

"Bon voyage, by the way, say hello to your sister, what's the matter in the future, just tell me if you want my autograph or something."

"You, you are really a nice man." Miura Yuma sighed earnestly, "If you have time, I really want to invite you to my house."

"But then I thought about my sister's good looks and personality..." Miura Yuma sighed resignedly at this thought.

The boy was speechless for a while, "Do you really want to introduce my sister to me?"

"Otherwise?" Yuma Miura patted Kaede Sakakibara on the shoulder, winked and smiled at him, "Goodbye, Merry Christmas Eve."

"bye."

The boy watched Miura Yuuma leave and sighed deeply. Is this the difference between the elder brother and the elder brother?

There was an older brother who regarded himself as a wild boar that was about to overwhelm his family's vegetables, and looked at him coldly, not allowing him to get close to his sister.

There is also an elder brother who regards himself as his own, and even invites him to sit at home and play assists, with great enthusiasm.

The gap between the two is really sad.

The boy watched as fewer and fewer entertainers gathered in the rest area—the night was getting darker, and all the entertainers present wanted to go home and spend Christmas with their families.

"Higuchi-san, you have worked hard."

He smiled and nodded to the girl who changed into casual clothes, and at the same time praised, "Very emotional performance, very beautiful singing, I am also your fan now."

"Ah."

Madoka Higuchi nodded lightly as usual, and the boy noticed that her atmosphere had relaxed a lot, and the three idol companions were not there.

"They are my childhood sweethearts."

Without referring to anyone in particular, the boy knew that she was introducing a member of his idol group in connection with the previous conversation and meeting.

"very nice."

"I am going home."

"very nice."

Although the words are short, they cannot erase the boy's heartfelt blessings.

Madoka Higuchi looked at the gentle smile of the boy in front of him, and asked softly, "Sakakibara-san, aren't you going back?"

"I'm going to have Christmas dinner here." As soon as he talked about eating, the boy's eyes lit up, and he looked back with a cool smile, "I heard that the office also ordered a roast chicken today. I don't know if I can grab it later. drumstick."

"...it is good."

The conversation between the two was still so brief. Madoka Higuchi heard the voice of childhood sweethearts talking behind him, said goodbye to the boy, and joined the three of them with a handbag, and left together by elevator.