Society fears that young people don’t want to be literary godfathers

"...because I've been trying to write songs again recently."

The silver-haired girl in the wheelchair had a weak voice, her little head was slightly drooped, and even her voice was a little shivering... But, perhaps because of her intentions, the nervous girl still opened her phone, clicked on the music score, and recorded her front part After careful consideration, the score was sent to Mochizuki:

"Maybe it's not mature, but if possible, I hope you can sing this song..."

"........"

The young man opened his phone with a complicated expression and received the music score sent to him by Kurihara Saki.

He saw the name of the new song:

"ごはんを食べよう" (Let's eat together).

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Ps:

Kurihara Saki is not a time traveler, and letting her write songs here is just a plot requirement.

76. Let’s go to the Tokyo Dome together

"......"

When looking at the music score titled "ごはんを食べよう" (Let's Eat Together) that Saki Kurihara sent to him, the boy's expression also changed slightly.

""Let's Eat Together"......? Are you writing this song recently?"

"Yes...that's right."

"I see."

Looking at the music score written by Kurihara Saki and seeing the lyrics that were nothing special but extremely gentle, Mochizuki's expression did not change, but her voice became meaningful:

"Why, you really don't want to deal with those heart-rending roars and the music of the underworld? Such warm and heartwarming songs are not the style of Sloth Fish."

"...Of course I know, but this is a single sent to a small town to celebrate the Christmas season. Do you still want to have a keyboard roll with a death heavy metal style arrangement?"

"That's not..."

When the girl in the wheelchair said this, the boy couldn't help but hold his forehead, and a big cold sweat rolled down his cheeks:

"After all, it's a major festival, so the music from the underworld is pretty good."

"Hmm, right?"

Kurihara Saki crossed his hands on his chest, and a smile appeared on his lips——

However...this expression was just a cover-up after all, and it completely disappeared after a while.

........Perhaps because it was the first time that she handed Mochizuki a song she had written, the girl's embarrassed smile faded, leaving only a hint of embarrassment.

She gently rubbed her long silver hair, her bright red eyes darting around:

"Yes, if you have any questions, just ask... I'm still a novice, and I still need to improve in this area."

When he said this sentence, Kurihara Saki's voice sounded timid, and his usual elder-like aura was gone at this moment. Now, what remains in the girl's heart is only a touch of shyness and a slight shrinkage.

"........"

Seeing Kurihara Saki's expression, Mochizuki's eyebrows couldn't help but turn slightly.

Although she has always called herself a foster mother and an elder, under the strong appearance, Kurihara Saki is actually still a little timid in her heart - the young man knows this very well.

so........

After a brief silence, Mochizuki gently handed Xiaosaki a glass of milk:

"...Why aren't you talking? Are you choking? Have something to drink to moisten your throat."

"Get out of here..."

Emerging from the silence, he smiled and pushed away the milk that the boy gave him. The expression of the girl in the wheelchair also softened a little:

"Okay, don't change the topic in such a boring way - let's just talk about it. How is this song?"

"........."

Mochizuki said nothing.

........Does it need to be said whether this song is good or not?

She is one-half of the sloth fish, a true genius...how could she produce mediocre works?

Of course, although Mochizuki's thoughts are quite clear, but... maybe it's because she has no confidence in her heart after all. After all, the girl who lacks self-confidence still looks at Mochizuki with a faint look. care:

"Well, this is also my first time writing a song. If there is anything that needs improvement, remember to tell me -"

"Okay...don't be nervous."

Seeing through the nervousness of the girl in the wheelchair, Mochizuki's voice softened:

"Isn't this well written? The melody is catchy, and it fits the theme of family reunion at Christmas - be confident, you're not bad at all."

"...Really...really?"

Hearing that the boy next to him, who was always treated as a junior and usually had no expression or special emotions, suddenly said such words, Kurihara Saki's expression was a little surprised for a moment.

"...Are you kidding me - is there really nothing wrong with this song?"

She thought that the songs she wrote would be severely criticized. In fact, the girl who had always lacked self-confidence couldn't help but frown slightly, and her voice was mixed with a complex flavor:

"Don't go against your will just because it's my fault. Let's discuss the matter as it is. If there is anything that needs improvement, just mention it -"

"There are areas for improvement."

After a moment of silence, Mochizuki finally spoke.

“The only thing that needs to be improved on this song is that it should be our chorus, not my solo.”

"...?!"

For a moment, the girl's pupils began to tremble.

"You, what are you talking about-"

"I mean, this song was probably the beginning of the two of us getting on stage together."

Mochizuki snapped his fingers, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and his voice became quite bright:

"Looking at the lyrics and melody, don't you think this song would actually be better with a chorus?"

"Yes, but I can't do it... I still need you to take on the role of singing -"

“Have you forgotten everyone’s enthusiastic response when ‘Ataru’ (Idol) was released?”

"......"

Kurihara Saki's eyes shone slightly.

It seemed as if she was recalling the enthusiastic response from her fans when she sang for the first time, or recalling the situation when Mochizuki Ri accompanied her when the single was released... The girl's pupils trembled slightly——

Turning her head slightly stiffly, the girl reluctantly cleared up her expression and tried to restrain her voice from trembling:

"...Well, that time was an accident. I can't replicate my previous level this time."

"It's okay, the chorus is all."

"Hey, don't be so casual-"

"Don't worry, as long as you agree to sing along, I'll reward you with a strawberry sundae."

"Pfft...this is nothing!"

"Okay - let's talk about it, do you want to sing or not?"

"Gu, help me if you can't help it..."

"Okay, thank you. I'll reward you with an hour of watching the garden baby."

"...I don't watch early education movies."

"Pfft."

The simple conversation emerged, and the slight tension disappeared - replaced by the smiles of two already withdrawn children.

"Ahem... hold it back."

Gently waving his hand, Mochizuki's smile disappeared without a trace, returning to his usual calm appearance——

However, maybe it's his intention.

The young man's voice was no longer as cold as before:

"Now that our new song has been finalized, things will be easier to handle in the future——"

"Thanks to you, I am no longer a homeless person this Christmas... Devoting myself to music is a good destination. I am very grateful to Kurihara's mother."

"...I thought you might be somewhat resistant to working overtime on Christmas."

"What do you call this? I am the emperor of Momoyama Garden. Within three months, I have practiced painting to a level that is enough to be published in a serial. I have recently been involved in the film and television industry. I have a lot of work and practice. Working overtime on Christmas is just a trivial matter. That’s all.”

".......Really?"

"...It's fake, just because I don't have many friends and my family is not around. If I don't find some work, I always feel like a marginalized person."

"Haha... I didn't expect that non-famous members of the Homecoming Club of Momoyama Garden would have such thoughts."

Although she has always been serious about words, but looking at Mochizuki's expression that seemed tense but not tense, the girl was silent for a moment, then gently held her chin, showing considerable concern in her eyebrows:

"Okay, now that you have found a job, you can feel a little bit involved in Christmas, right?"

"...Though I still wish I had someone to accompany me."

Mochizuki shrugged helplessly, and there was a subtle feeling in Mochizuki's voice:

"Every festival like this, I always feel like I have no fixed place. Everyone has programs, leaving me alone at home. This situation has been going on for a long time. If possible, I hope I can stay at home with my friends. We hung out together."

"Hey... didn't your parents say they would come back this year?"

"Forget it, they haven't been back since high school, and they definitely can't be counted on this year."

"Yes, is it?"

It was also at the moment when the young man said these words.

Kurihara Saki was somewhat silent.

There were thousands of thoughts in her heart, and countless thoughts kept emerging... After a while, the girl sighed and showed a regretful expression:

"Although I really want to be with you on Christmas Day, I may go back to my hometown with my parents in advance to celebrate the New Year. I don't know if your kind of society can handle being with so many strangers - "

"Kurihara, you still underestimate me."

Mochizuki shook her finger gently, and Mochizuki's voice was clear:

"Have you forgotten, I have always been a cunt in the drama Chunwu."

"It seems that there is such a thing...but I also heard that when you don't have anything to shoot, you just like to chat with your bike dealer, and you are never willing to step out of the corner. ——”

"....Okay, it's true."

When facts are put in front of us, people always have to admit them.

Under the faint embarrassment, Mochizuki, who knew that if he continued to speak harshly, he would only become a clown, he did not persist:

"Okay... I'll show off my cards, too. It's hard for me to stay normal when there are so many strangers."

"...I know this too."

Gently raising his eyebrows, Kurihara Saki's voice also showed faint emotions at this moment:

"......Wangyue, are you free today?"

"I'm free, I'm free...what's wrong?"

"I think since I can't go shopping with you on Christmas, I'll go for a walk with you today."

That's it.

The girl lifted up her long silver hair, her bright red eyes turned slightly, looking a little hesitant and trembling:

"Can, can it..."

"Yes, yes."

Looking at the falling snow outside the window, staring at the ticking clock, and looking at the calendar turned to December, the young man clearly felt that the year was about to pass——