Tokyo star girlfriend is a love brain, what should I do?

Yoshihara Shinji's voice was a little uncertain, and the music playing on his phone was very familiar.

It was as if he had heard Mari play many times at home, but the other soundtracks other than the piano sounded a little strange to him.

He couldn't decide, so he just looked at the young man sitting across the dining table hesitantly.

"This is what Mari played." Kimura Shunta confirmed his hesitation and took back the mobile phone on the table. "The last time we parted, I heard the piano music Mari played, so I recorded it."

"Is it from Mari?" Yoshihara Shinji was a little surprised.

Perhaps he was used to listening to music played by Mari alone in her room, so when he heard this music with other content added to it.

It sounded so good that he couldn't believe it. Is this really the same song?

"The other parts were synthesized using software after I returned home, but the piano part is actually Mari's own."

Kimura Hayata leaned forward and stared at Yoshihara Shinji.

"It sounds better than expected." A stiff smile appeared on Yoshihara Shinji's face.

"So...you came here just to let me listen to music?"

"Of course, but it's not just listening to the song, it also lets you know the strength that Mari has." Kimura Hayata paused for a moment and tapped his fingers on the table. "There is no equivalent of this piano music in the world. This piano music is Mari made it herself.”

"Eh?"

Yoshihara Shinci was shocked by the other party's words.

Regarding music, Yoshihara Shinji can be said to be a complete idiot. To put it bluntly, he only occasionally listens to people around him humming a few words or sincerely complimenting Mari after finishing playing.

However, Mari had studied at a music vocational school.

He had heard his wife play this piano piece countless times, but she had never told him that she had composed it herself.

"Is it all? Or just this one?" Yoshihara Shinji suddenly realized and asked.

When Kimura Hayata talked to him at the door of his house, Mari played more than one piece of music at home.

"Some are, some are not. When I left, I only recorded two pieces. One is definitely by Mari, and the other is a piece by a foreign pianist. I don't know if Mari has any other works... "

Yoshihara Shinji's eyes seemed to be lost in some kind of contemplation, and the expression on his face changed between happy and sad.

Shinji felt very happy to know another side of his wife and that she had such a talent.

However, he was saddened by the injustice that had happened to his wife.

This should have been a good thing, if that accident hadn't happened...

Maybe Mari will have a smile as bright as a bouquet on her face, bathed in the warm sunshine, and play her music proudly in the eyes of everyone.

Or like Mari wanted, compose songs and lead a group of children to sing happily in a classroom.

It's just that Mari can't do it now. She will only tie herself in a dark room and play music alone that cannot be expressed to others.

Thinking of this, Yoshihara Shinji felt as if his heart was blocked.

"Mari won't play in front of others. She keeps herself at home... I have tried various methods over the past year, but to no avail..."

Yoshihara Shinji put his arm on the table and pressed the knuckles of his fingers hard against his forehead.

"You don't need to be in front of others, even behind the scenes."

"Ok?"

Yoshihara Shinji looked up at Kimura Hayata blankly.

A smile rose on Kimura Hayata's face and he explained: "Mari needs time. She just hasn't figured out how to show up yet. What we can do is to let Mari feel the light of the outside world and let her know that there are people outside. What kind of scenery is waiting for her..."

"This is just your guess."

"Don't forget, Mari already accompanied you out once last time." Kimura Hayata said seriously, "It's not that Mari can't get out, she just needs time and a reason for her to get out."

Yoshihara Shinji was stunned. He opened his mouth to say something, but found that he could not refute it at all.

To be more precise, it's not that he can't, but that he doesn't want to.

He wants his wife to get out of the shadows more than anyone else, and now he has begun to feel helpless, which makes him have to think hard about other people's opinions.

"Shunta..." Yoshihara Shinji tightened his neck, "If there is any way, please help Mari. I don't want Mari to go on like this anymore. Mari cried for a long time last time I went back. She..."

"Nobuji!" Kimura Shuta suddenly shouted.

"What are you talking about! Mari is also my good friend."

Yoshihara Shinji's eyes were red, and he pressed his hands half-clasped on his thighs. He lowered his head, "That's it. Thank you very much, thank you very much..."

Seeing that the time was almost up, Kimura Hayata reached out and took out two documents from his backpack and placed them on the table.

"There are two documents here. One is a summary of the evaluations of other people who have listened to this music, and the other is the cooperation contract of Yinghuo Office."

Yoshihara Shinji brought the two documents in front of him and turned them over with slightly trembling palms.

In that compiled review, almost all of them were excellent reviews, including members of Firefly Agency and some singers and artists specially found by Kimura Hayata.

In order to make this summary, Kimura Hayata also spent a lot of effort.

"Regarding the cooperation contract, Yinghuo Office hopes to obtain Ma Li's authorization to use the music, and will also pay Ma Li corresponding remuneration. As long as more people like Ma Li's music, this may be the reason."

"Thank you."

"Ah... to be honest, I'm not completely sure. Besides, it's up to me whether Mari will agree."

"I will make it clear to Mari." Yoshihara Shinji closed the document that summarized the evaluation.

After reading it, my originally gloomy heart seemed to have a hint of hope at this moment.

"Ah."

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Tokyo, Yuyinsha.

When the latest batch of manuscripts was placed on the desk, Kishida Ryoichi began to rummage nervously.

The manuscripts that were originally neatly piled on the table were turned into a mess.

It fell on the desk in front of him in various directions, as if building a fortification for him.

"No no……"

Finally, Kishida Ryoichi sat back in his seat disappointedly, staring blankly at the pile of manuscripts in front of him.

It has been several months since the single volume of "Tomorrow's Me Dates Yesterday's You" was fully released, and the articles in the pure love section of "Light Things" weekly have also changed batch after batch.

Can……

Why can’t I see the new book from Xiaoyuan Liuying’s teacher?

Kishida Ryoichi scratched his head in distress, remembering that since the last time Mr. Koin's haiku was serialized in the literary monthly "Hundred Faces".

The firefly in the small courtyard seemed to have suddenly disappeared.

Although Teacher Xiaoyuan told him before that he would leave Tokyo for a while.

But it was too long, and Kishida Ryo could hardly sit still after waiting for so long.

I wish I could drive off now, go to the small courtyard where Teacher Liuying is, and ask him sternly why no new manuscript has been handed over yet.

He dare not...

He was afraid that if he did this, he would lose Teacher Xiaoyuan Liuying forever.

"Light Things" can be done without Kishida Ryoichi, but it cannot be done without Xiaoyuan Liuying.

The editorial assistant responsible for picking up manuscripts passed by the aisle, and Kishida Ryoichi looked up.

"Tetsuya-kun."

"Hi." The assistant stopped quickly and looked at him.

Before Ryoichi Kishida could speak, the assistant had already taken the lead and replied: "Don't worry, Mr. Kishida, I checked it many times when I got it, and there are absolutely no missing manuscripts."

"That, all right."

Kishida Ryoichi nodded in disappointment.

Now he is in charge of the entire pure love section of "Light Things", and the number of signed writers is no longer as shabby as it was at the beginning.Thanks to the contribution of Xiaoyuan Liuying, after being baptized by two pure love novels "Tonight, Even if This Love Disappears from the World" and "Tomorrow's Me Dates Yesterday's You".

Neon's pure love literature seemed to be developing like a spurt, and more and more pure love novels were submitted to Yuyin Society.

Various pure love novels appeared in front of Kishida Ryoichi, many of which had some novel settings.

Unknowingly, the weekly "Light Things" seemed to have become a holy place for many pure love novel authors, who worked hard to serialize their pure love novels on it.

With pure love novels, the sales of "Light Things" weekly are steadily increasing.

Editor-in-chief Teruo Omiya even waved his hand to increase the serialization length of the pure love section of "Light Things".

It seems that the weekly "Light Things" has gradually become popular among some young people and singles in abandoned homes, and the focus of the readership has also shifted slightly.

After "The Firefly in the Small Courtyard", several new pure love novelists appeared in the pure love section of "Light Things".

Kishida Ryoichi couldn't help but worry that if Koinariu Hotaru published a new book, he would be overshadowed by other authors.

As soon as this idea came to his mind, Kishida Ryoichi couldn't help shaking his head and laughing: "What are you thinking about? That's Teacher Xiaoyuan."

How could that man who always brings surprises to people be suppressed by some new writers?

Kishida Ryoichi took a deep breath and slumped forward.

"Reviewing manuscripts, there are so many manuscripts..."

Kishida Ryoichi reached out and picked up the manuscripts on the table and began to read them one by one.

Doing things that have been repeated every day in the past, digging for gold from shit.

As the manuscripts were reviewed one by one, he divided the approved and rejected manuscripts into two stacks.

After a long time, a pile of rejected manuscripts has been piled up.

After placing the manuscript in front of him in the rejection area, Kishida Ryoichi reached out and picked up the next manuscript.

The kraft paper on the outside of the manuscript has a wrinkled feel, as if it has been wet with water and then dried.

Kishida Ryoichi scanned the mailing address above, Morito City...

It’s a place I’ve never heard of, and it’s rare to see manuscripts like this sent from outside Tokyo.

He took out the manuscript from it, a stack of very thin manuscripts.

After confirming that the manuscript was not wet, he spread it flat in front of him.

"Huh? A handwritten manuscript?"

Kishida Ryoichi looked at the paper on the table with some surprise. It was filled with very beautiful and lovely words.

It’s really rare to see a completely handwritten manuscript...

It probably took a lot of time.

With a hint of seriousness in his heart, Kishida Ryo pressed his fingers on the cold paper and started reading slowly.

"The title is... He and his cat. His pen name is Orange Cat Taro... It's really an interesting name."

A smile appeared on Kishida Ryoichi's face. Some of the episodes that appeared during the review still made him feel relaxed.

【Meow. 】

【…】

["Not a wild cat?" He knelt down and stroked the tabby cat with his palm, "You were also abandoned..."]

"..."

I don’t know how much time passed, but the story came to an abrupt end, and Kishida Ryoichi came to his senses unexpectedly.

He looked at the manuscript on the table in astonishment. He now understood why this handwritten manuscript was so thin.

There is too little plot here. Just to raise people's interest, there is no more content.

Why does this feel so familiar...

Kishida Ryoichi stared at the manuscript on the table speechlessly.

A kind of writing style that still looks a little immature, without the cumbersome descriptions of the old author.

It gives the article a very sober feeling, like listening to someone speaking from a very simple perspective.

The words and interactions between the man and the cat that begin to appear make people curious about what happened to him, is it a flashback...

Kishida Ryoichi flipped through the manuscript a few times, feeling a little uncomfortable holding it in his hand.

The part of the manuscript that was sent was so short that he didn't know where to put it.

After hesitating for a moment, Kishida Ryoichi picked up a piece of paper from the side, copied down the contact information on the manuscript, and put the manuscript on the pile of rejected manuscripts.

"Let's take a look at the back first..."

The next manuscript was brought over, and before long that manuscript was buried among more manuscripts.

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"Any news?"

Asuka asked softly as she passed Kimura Shinki's room.

Kimura Shinki sat on the edge of the bed, pursed her lips slightly, and shook her head slightly.

"not yet."

"Maybe it hasn't been tried yet. I hope you don't worry too much. It will be fine." Ming Rixun comforted.

"I know, Sister Xun."

A smile appeared on Kimura Shinki's face, she stood up and walked to the desk, "Whether you pass it or not, you still have to finish writing the story."

"come on."

Looking at the penholder where Kimura Xinxi wrote, Ming Mingxun gently closed her door.

This seems to have become a secret between himself and Xinxi, and even Kimura Hayata doesn't know about it.

Shinki Kimura is writing a novel and submitted it to the editorial department of the same publishing house as Shuta Kimura.

"Light Things" magazine was informed by Asuka Kaoru and Kimura Xinxi.

I just don’t know if Xinxi’s manuscript has been approved.

Tomorrow Xun returned to the bedroom and found that the headlights in the room were out and only the lamp on the desk was on.

There was no one at the desk, and her eyes fell on the bed, where she saw her boyfriend lying there.

Her finger slipped from the light switch, and Asuka didn't turn on the light.

Instead, he walked gently to the bedside, softly but still deliberately making some noise to let the other party know his arrival.

"are you asleep?"

"No, just lie down."

"too tired?"

Asuka sat on the edge of the bed, her little hands caressing her boyfriend's strong arms.

After thinking about it, she took off her socks and lay on the bed. She reached out and took Kimura Hayata's arm and put it under her head.

The smaller body leaned closely against him, and his long black hair spread behind him like soft snow.

The girl's slender arms gently hugged the young man, and her cold feet stepped on his instep.

Outside the window, there was the sound of wind mixed with snowflakes, and the dim lamp made the whole room feel cold.

Kimura Hayata felt the softness and warmth coming from his side, slowly turned sideways, and looked through the faint light.

Facing the girl's clear, watery eyes, the dark pupils contained a gentle glimmer.

One hand was half-clasped and huddled between the two of them, with a faint concern on her delicate little face. (End of chapter)