Tokyo Love Story

After sighing in his heart, Kawai Changgo shook his head and took the initiative to open the conversation, "Nobuhiko, your students chose to be interviewed."

He knew very well how much Nobuhiko cared about Kitagawa Tetsu's affairs.

To make a comparison that he thought was very appropriate, the degree to which Nobuhiko cares about Ache now is almost the same as how much he cared about Nobuhiko back then.

But, at that time, I was indeed Nobuhiko's guide.

"Ache is not my student, so I have never taught him anything."

Nobuhiko Okayama hesitated for a moment, but finally corrected his teacher.

He can think this way in his heart, but it won't work if he points it out loud.

After all, he was at most Beichuan Che's mentor, or in other words, his introducer.

As for other things, firstly, he had no connection with them, and secondly, he didn't want to have the nerve to connect with them because there was no need.

but……

We still need to care about what we should care about.

"He actually accepted an interview!?"

Okayama Nobuhiko frowned, his tone full of surprise.

Kitagawa Che gave him the impression of a tough guy who always did what he said.

This young man has stressed the issue of "interviews" more than once. In his own words, before graduating from high school, he will not take the initiative to accept media interviews, let alone stand in front of the stage.

Of course, he also knew that given his teacher's character, he would never lie about such a thing.

There is no point in telling a lie that could be exposed at any time.

"Yes." Kawai Changwu nodded and gave an affirmative answer, "It's just a text interview, and it's online."

“Oh, it’s online…”

Hearing this, Okayama Nobuhiko understood immediately.

If it was online, then given Kitagawa Che's personality, he might accept it.

But the prerequisite is that the media is the one that has helped him.

For example, when the song "First Love" was just starting to gain popularity, the song was mentioned and the song's creator "Urban Fashion" was recommended.

"The person who interviewed him was Cosmopolitan, right?"

After considering some words, Okayama Nobuhiko asked this question directly.

It was he who told Ache this information in the first place.

So he has a very clear impression of this matter.

"Yes."

Kawai Changgo nodded slightly, but he did not ask his student how he knew this.

As a "Bo Le", you must put in the necessary effort.

"That's no wonder."

Okayama Nobuhiko waved his hands, and the surprise on his face faded away, leaving only an expression of "as expected".

"So let's get back to the original topic." Kawai Changgo coughed lightly, put away his cheerful expression just now, and instead made a serious invitation, "Nobuhiko, don't you have any ideas at all?"

"What do you mean?"

Okayama Nobuhiko lowered his eyebrows and focused his attention on his glass, which was filled with sake.

If nothing unexpected happens, after drinking this glass of wine, he will have reached his limit for the day.

"Come back again." Kawai Changgo raised his eyebrows and looked at his student with burning eyes, "Take back what belongs to you."

Life is not a movie, teacher."

Okayama Nobuhiko was silent for a while, then smiled and shook his head.

He had long since let go of that past.

Going back at this time?

Come on.

My age is already there, my voice has deteriorated, and my physical fitness is not as good as before. Returning to the stage in this state will have no other meaning except to shatter the good impression I left on my fans when I was young.

What's more, as far as his current life is concerned, he feels that he is living a good life, both in terms of material conditions and spiritual conditions.

Therefore, he would really like to decline the opportunity to go on stage again.

"Ok."

Kawai Changgo nodded without surprise and picked up the wine glass again.

This was not the first time he had invited Okayama Nobuhiko, but every time, he would get basically the same answer.

Perhaps Nobuhiko has let go of this matter. The only one who can't let it go is himself.

But, just as others have commented on him, he has always been a stubborn person.

As long as there is a chance, even if the hope is slim, he will still try.

"In fact, teacher, you don't need to be obsessed with those things in the past. That was my own choice and has nothing to do with you." Okayama Nobuhiko also picked up the wine glass, lowered the cup, and clinked it with Kawai Changwu. "Instead of wasting your energy on me, you might as well use your energy in the right place, such as with Che."

As for those things that happened in the past, after meeting Kitagawa Che and seeing this young man shine in the music industry, he had let go of them.

His withdrawal was not a bad thing, but rather the best choice made on impulse.

The Japanese music circle is far from being as peaceful as imagined. There is no essential difference between this circle and other social circles. It is even more exaggerated. The so-called senior-senior relationship is clearly defined.

With his personality, it would be okay for him when his career is at its peak, but once he encounters a Waterloo, he is bound to be kicked when he is down.

Rather than ending up like that, it is better to retreat while the going is good.

"You really can't stop talking about that young man."

Kawai Changgo shook his head helplessly, picked up the wine glass and took a sip.

In the previous hour, they did drink quite quickly.

After all, his purpose at that time was to get his student drunk until he was confused, and then take the opportunity to express his own idea and then convince him.

But, obviously, his plan failed.

"Who makes him the most talented and gifted young man I have met in these years?"

Nobuhiko Okayama said this without hesitation.

This is not flattery for the sake of flattery, but his actual feeling.

As a former genius in the music industry and a shining star, it was difficult for him to be convinced by his peers who were also singers. But with Kitagawa Che, he was really convinced.

Whether in terms of singing skills or composition, this kid is impeccable, even to the point that he feels like he can only catch up with others.

If he and Kitagawa Che were from the same era...

He simply couldn't bear to think of that scene.

"Are you so lacking in confidence?"

As if he was very angry, or as if he was joking, Kawai Masago said this with a hint of meaning.

"It is important for a person to know himself." Okayama Nobuhiko shook his head, and his eyes, which were always filled with arrogance and conceit when he was young, were now clear. "I don't know what will happen to people like Ah Che in the future, but for now, he is definitely the pinnacle of the younger generation."

In fact, he wanted to add "the previous generation" of singers, but after thinking about it, he felt that this was a bit too arrogant, so he swallowed the second half of the sentence.

"Do you know what professional music critics think of Kitagawa Che now?"

Kawai Changgo put down his wine glass, picked up a piece of food with chopsticks, and looked at his student with a smile.

He has been paying attention to Beichuan Che's recent situation. It is no exaggeration to say that his secretary has understood his thoughts. She has learned to organize some news about Beichuan Che and put them on his desk.

"them?"

Nobuhiko Okayama snorted disdainfully. He has always looked down upon music critics.

Yes, there are indeed a handful of talented and professional critics among the music critics, but apart from those few, 99% of the remaining ones are good-for-nothings. Not to mention the many others, their professional standards are not up to standard. And yet, these people are always commenting on this and that, and sometimes they make some particularly outrageous comments.

It is no exaggeration to say that those music critics have been out of touch with the market and the general audience for too long, and have no idea what kind of music is liked by the public.

"I'm definitely not talking about those good-for-nothings."

Kawai Changgo shook his head, not knowing whether to laugh or cry. His students were still the same.

But then again, it was only at times like this that he could catch a glimpse of the unruly genius that he once was.

"Are you talking about Mr. Kurokawa?"

Okayama Nobuhiko used honorifics subconsciously.

Kurokawa Ichigo was the most famous and professional music critic in the music scene when he debuted.

Putting aside his identity as a music critic, Kurokawa Ichigo's singing skills are quite impressive. In addition, he has been immersed in the music field for decades. Both his professional level and his commentary style are mature. The most important thing is that despite his own high level, this old gentleman is rarely arrogant and is instead humble and gentle.

He was also one of the few people he admired from the bottom of his heart.

"Correct."

Seeing his student's look, Kawai Changgo nodded slowly.

When he first saw Kurokawa Ichigo's evaluation of Kitagawa Che, he even wondered if there was something wrong with his eyes.

Because he hadn't seen Kurokawa Ichigo give such a high evaluation to any singer for a long, long time.

"What did he say about Che?"

Almost at the moment of receiving affirmation from his teacher, Okayama Nobuhiko became interested and looked at his teacher with anticipation.

"Cough cough!"

Seeing his student like this, Kawai Changgo cheerfully cleared his throat and slowly repeated, "Jay's most lethal qualities are not his sense of language, timbre, or technique, which are superficial and intuitive, but his 'storytelling'.

“He can make every song a story, but his position in the story can be flexible, he can be a bystander or a participant.

"His affectionate words are like a gentle knife, slowly cutting open your unhealed wounds, digging out the scars, and causing you to feel pain again and again.

“He’s really good at singing those sad songs.

"To put it in a way that I think is quite appropriate, it's like a singer on the stage in a bar expressing his experiences through singing. In the bar, the cold lights are shining everywhere, and the audience below the stage are toasting and clinking their glasses. What may overflow is not only the wine, but also the thoughts that they want to express but cannot.

"But when he sings, he makes people feel different, for example, relief, determination, and so on.

"I can make a prediction with absolute certainty.

It will surely become the most dazzling pearl in the next twenty years, or even half a century.”

call.

After saying this, Kawai Masago slowly exhaled a breath, then picked up the cup and took a sip.

It was clearly just a retelling, but he also felt a sense of pride and heroism.

"Did he really say that?"

Okayama Nobuhiko was stunned for about ten seconds before he came back to his senses.

This evaluation is quite high.

Based on his experience, it has reached a level that is almost exaggerated.

"Why not?"

Kawai Changgo glared at Okayama Nobuhiko and responded unhappily.

So this guy thinks he's joking, right?

"This shows that my previous evaluation was still too modest."

Okayama Nobuhiko waved his hand, picked up the wine glass and drank the wine in it.

Under the warm light, his Adam's apple kept moving.

pat.

With the sound of the wine glass being steadily placed on the glass dining table, after finishing his drink, Okayama Nobuhiko, who inexplicably felt a little more heroic, met his teacher's gaze and said quite seriously the second half of the sentence he wanted to say but didn't say out loud.

"In the future, there may not be anyone like him anymore."

, two-in-one chapter.