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A father who is extremely tough and a mother who is extremely gentle.

Originally, such a family should be the most normal family, and it can even be said to be common.

But when the father is a professor at the University of Tokyo and the mother is an artist who is respected as a sir, it is really too much pressure for their ordinary daughter to bear.

She has been guided by others since she was a child, and it seems that she can see the signposts on her life path from the very beginning.

People who knew her well saw her as a fool who had inherited her parents' talents but had squandered her time and become mediocre.

People who are not familiar with her often overestimate her, then discover her mediocrity and become sarcastic or even gloat over her misfortune.

What she longs for is empathy and kindness, not the kind of pointing fingers at her as if to save someone.

She looked at her mother, her expression gradually becoming resolute——

"So, please don't use long speeches to convince me to embrace life again or anything like that. It sounds disgusting..."

My mother's stunned expression gradually turned into panic and helplessness, and then she was pulled by her husband and held in his arms.

Her father just looked at her like this: "So - go ahead, even if you die, I won't stop you."

"..."

"You remember so clearly the people who treated you maliciously, but you think that the kindness of the people who treated you kindly is just their self-righteous show-off. Then I really can't think of how to redeem a guy like you. You said that others can't understand your pain - but who has the obligation to understand your pain?"

He pointed at the onlookers and said, "Them? They are standing on the shore, watching you go into the sea. Do you think it is appropriate to pull them in as well?"

"Or is it her? The famous Alia?"

The professor from the University of Tokyo pointed to the huge outdoor display not far away, which was broadcasting a live charity gala. Alia had just come on stage.

Amid the gentle piano music, Professor Dongda's voice was hoarse, and he looked at his daughter, whom he once had high hopes for, with eyes that were so cold that they were almost cruel.

"No matter who you look at, you always feel that the other person is standing on a commanding height, looking down at you. Your inferiority complex is engraved in your bones!"

"..."

"Those who really want to convey warmth to you, you think are just pretending! Those who want to help you, you think are insincere!"

"you are always like this……"

"I have always been like this! I have been like this all my life! No one in this world has the obligation to adapt to you! Not even your mother has the obligation to spend her whole life creating a warm environment for you! If such a blow will destroy you, then even if I pull you up today, you will still die tomorrow, and die because of your own mentality!"

Matsuko raised her head stubbornly and looked at her father, even her breathing became heavy because of anger.

"Kindness requires a price, even a much higher price than malice, just like Arya, time, money, and even life. When she was shot, she probably thought that life would be simpler if she was full of malice towards the world. With her identity and status, there was no need for her to do anything for anyone! This is the choice of life. I will always be so high and mighty, because you always look up at me. You put yourself too low."

"Alia... can this belated kindness cover up the previous malice and indifference?!"

"Did the malice and indifference before come from me? From your mother? From Arya? From those who wanted to help you?!"

After Professor Dongda finished yelling, he closed his eyes, clenched his teeth, and turned his cheek to the side.

"So I won't advise you. I've given up. You can blame anyone, but you'll have to bear the consequences yourself..."

Songzi looked at him straight, and then her eyes trembled as she looked at the silent faces on the shore.

The piano sound in my ears has turned into an incomprehensible song coming from Donghuang.

It seemed to be similar to the original version of "Under the Sea" that she had heard before...

She looked over and saw the girl on the stage, looking at her as if she was looking through the screen.

"The scattered moonlight penetrates the clouds..."

"Hiding from the crowd... forming the scales of the sea..."

"The waves wet your white skirt - trying to push you back -"

The lyrics of the simultaneous translation appeared behind Aaliyah on the stage.

The changed lyrics made Matsuko's eyes move slightly.

"Sadness cannot be felt in a few words"

"Tears are silent, but I want to hold you tight"

"You are an important existence, someone's star"

"When you're alone, when you say being loved is just a fluke"

"My child, please don't forget that there was a warm voice calling your name."

"You asked me where the road would lead to, the road leads to me waiting for you..."

Matsuko has heard the original version and can even say that she likes it a little.

She liked the poignant and mournful melody of the original song, and liked the low and sad resonance.

But Alia's voice seemed to have some indescribable vitality rooted in the earth.

Using the same lyrics, she sang: It’s too late, too late.

But when Songzi heard it next to his ear, he seemed to hear the other person saying, it's still in time - it's still in time!

That kind of surging vitality can be felt even if one is disgusted with the world and feels that life is filled with gloom.

only--

She took a deep breath, but what did this have to do with her?

Songzi turned around resolutely and walked towards the sea.

"Too late, too late - you once cried with a smile"

"It's too late, it's too late - I still want to sing for you"

The song, with its infectious power like waves, echoed throughout the entire beach.

Songzi felt the coldness of the sea water, and then a chaotic noise sounded in his ears.

"Matsuko————————"

She looked back and saw that the sea water, which had already reached her chest, was making it difficult for her to breathe.

But even with such determination, he still couldn't stop the sudden ups and downs of his emotions.

Her mother, the elegant pianist, jumped directly from the shore and almost rolled and crawled into the sea.

"Matsuko! Mommy has this! Mommy has this!! Please--"

She took out a clenched, crumpled-looking piece of paper.

"This is the wishing ticket you made when you were a kid. It says that whatever mom wishes for will come true!"

Songzi opened his mouth, but his eyes gradually became blurred, perhaps due to the rolling sea water or something else.

"Matsuko! Tomorrow is going to be a nice day! How about we go on an outing?"

"Spring rain, summer cicadas chirping, tomorrow will be a good day!"

"The autumn wind blows, the snowflakes are light, and the four seasons cannot be seen under the sea..."

Alia's singing was like a life-saving straw for Matsuko's mother.

She walked into the sea crying, trying to grab her daughter's hand almost beggingly.

"Did you hear that just now? You took Mandarin as your language elective in college. You heard it, right? Tomorrow will be a nice day!"

"Matsuko...Matsuko...please answer mom..."

"Mom's wish is that we can go on a picnic together tomorrow. You love watching cherry blossoms the most, don't you..."

"..."

Matsuko stood there, and the indifference she had forced herself to show finally collapsed under the tears of her mother.

She said she couldn't accept her mother's concern.

But the fact is, without her mother's care, she would not have been able to hold on until now.

Tears flowed completely uncontrollably, and Songzi covered her mouth and began to cry bitterly.

She couldn't take even one more step despite her mother's pleading.

She was afraid that she would never see her mother again at the bottom of the sea.

Matsuko's mother walked through the deep sea, grabbed her daughter and held her tightly in her arms.

"It's okay...it's okay! Mommy is holding you, it's okay!"

As he spoke, he trudged forward and tried to pull her back to the shore.

At this time, Songzi raised her head, and her misty eyes gradually saw the world clearly.

Only then did she see that the people who were watching from afar on the shore had already arrived at the beach, holding various rescue tools in their hands.

Her father stood on the seashore, level with her as she was gradually being pulled back.

Even after stepping ashore, Matsuko suddenly realized that her father was not actually as tall as herself.

The father who was so high and mighty at that time seemed to have always existed only in my own cognition.

The man, whose hair had already turned gray, clenched his fists, his suit was covered in sand and wrinkles, and his glasses were crooked.

This look is not majestic at all, and is even a little funny.

He just looked at himself in silence without saying anything.

Songzi looked around blankly. After a long moment, he seemed to remember something and turned to look at the huge outdoor display screen.

Alia on it was talking to the host with a gentle look on her face.

Then they picked up a huge check with long zeros written all over it.

"Miss Ai, what do you want to say to everyone?"

"There's still time for many things, and tomorrow will be a nice day!"

“……” Songzi blinked and looked at her father.

She waited silently, waiting for her father's impending violent scolding.

But this time, my father just turned away coldly, as if nothing that had happened before had ever happened.

"… Let's go home."

"……Um."

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After singing the song, Alia donated the money and felt that everything was natural.

Of course, she took it for granted because her purpose was to do good.

But others looked at her as if they were looking at a fool - a fool worthy of admiration.

Thirty billion yen, what does this mean?

Even if converted into national yuan, it would be a full 15 billion national yuan. Just donate it to the charity fund?

While others were singing, she was singing to raise funds and donating as she sang.

What Alia didn't actually say was that the money she was going to donate to the foundation in her country was many times more than this.

After all, it’s money you picked up - cross it out - it’s ill-gotten gains, so just spend it quickly.

She even felt distressed. Why could she never spend all the money?

But others didn't know that for a moment, everyone, regardless of whether they were unhappy with her or not, had to applaud.

When a fool is pure to a certain extent, you can't even call her a fool.

Alia is such a person. When she is pure enough to turn her business into charity, no one can say anything.

Alia came down and sat in the first row. Prime Minister Lei clapped his hands while lowering his voice.

"Nissan Motors wants to—"

Before he could finish his words, the host was already holding a hastily written card with a trembling voice.

"Please allow me to temporarily interrupt our performance plan!"

"On behalf of the donors of this Children's Foundation Charity Dinner, I would like to express my sincerest gratitude to Miss Alia!"

"Her singing voice is so moving, like a phoenix singing at the bottom of the sea—"