Tokyo Love Story

"No." Rina Toshima shook her head, "It's just a little hard to accept, or it feels beyond expectations."

“What does it mean to be unacceptable and beyond expectations?”

Beichuan Che was stunned for half a second and didn't quite understand what she meant for a moment.

“That’s exactly what it means.”

Suddenly, hurried footsteps were heard behind the two of them, interrupting what Tsugumi Seirina was about to say. She slightly turned sideways and took the initiative to make way.

The next moment, a female white-collar worker who was jogging in a hurry passed by her.

In the brief moment when their eyes met, the female white-collar worker gave her a look of gratitude. She, who used to be carefree, changed her usual behavior at this moment and gave a rather reserved smile as a response.

When the other person squeezed into the crowd, Tsugumi Seirina turned her head and continued what she had just said, "I thought you would try to get in touch with her for a while."

"Why do you say that?"

There was a hint of confusion on Beichuan Che's expression.

"Because Yuuki Rinka is really cute. Aren't there always three palaces and six courtyards in the heads of male high school students? A beautiful girl in the same grade confesses to her, and receives a love letter under the cherry tree, and the lovers finally get married." Tsugumi Seina chuckled, with a little more emotion on her face, "Isn't this the standard process?"

"So you thought what I said to you before was a joke?"

Beichuan Che sighed, feeling somewhat helpless.

"I know you're not joking. But..." Tsugumi Seina blinked, with an 'you know what I mean' expression on her face, "In this regard, male high school students are more or less a little bit hypocritical."

"It's not necessary."

Beichuan Che withdrew his gaze, and there was a hint of depression in his expression.

"Feel sorry."

Tsuchiya Seina pursed her lips, slowed down her pace, and squeezed Kitagawa Che to the sidewalk. There were a few more vehicles passing in the lane at this moment.

Hearing this, Beichuan Che paused for half a second, then stopped. After thinking for a while, he explained, "It's not to the point where I need to apologize."

"Hmm." Tsugumi Seina nodded, then changed the subject and mentioned something else with some curiosity, "But speaking of which, it seems like you haven't watched TV in the living room much these past few days?"

"Because I'm doing something else important."

"for example?"

"No example." Kitagawa Che paused and said half-jokingly and half-seriously, "Sister Rina, people always need private space. Please understand."

"Oh."

"But there is something I want to ask you." Beichuan Che shifted the schoolbag from his left hand to his other hand, and after considering his words, he asked, "Do you know where there is a recording studio near us?"

"Recording studio? Do you mean the kind with professional equipment?"

Tsugumi Seina raised her eyebrows, thought for a moment, and asked tentatively.

"That's the one."

Beichuan Che gave an affirmative answer. He had thought about it these days. He might as well use simple recording equipment to record it once. But after hesitating for a long time, he put the idea behind him. There was no need to be so convenient at the moment.

"I remember it. It's not too far from your house, maybe a little over three kilometers?" Tsugumi Seina said as she opened the map on her phone and pointed to the recording studio she remembered. "Look, it's right here. If you walk, it'll probably only take about 40 minutes. If you want to be more convenient, it might only take about ten minutes by car."

“What are the business hours?”

"10 am to 4 pm." Tsugumi Seirina clicked on the detailed introduction and looked at the business hours. She complained for no reason, "Is this boss opening this out of interest?"

"It could also be that the unit price is quite high and the profit is sufficient."

Beichuan Che wrote down the location of this recording studio. Tomorrow is Saturday. According to the business hours above, this store will be open on Saturday. He will go and take a look then. If it is suitable, he can record the first song naturally.

"Who knows." Tsugumi Seina stretched her body. She was not interested in this. "But..." She changed the subject and showed a bright smile. She stretched out her hand and put it on Kitagawa Che's shoulder. A faint fragrance flowed into the latter's nostrils. "Today is a rare Friday. As for the evening, I'll leave it to you~"

As soon as the words fell, the passers-by around them slowed down their pace and looked at the brother and sister with ambiguous eyes.

"???"

Kitagawa Che stopped, turned his head and met Tsugumi Seina's gaze.

Answer me, are you awake?!

Chapter 65 Recording Songs

Saturday, 10am.

Yukisa Morishima, who had not yet fully woken up, sat at the front desk of the recording studio closest to her home, her smooth chin supported by her left hand, her eyes still a little sleepy.

The dark circles around her eyes were lighter than before, but her spirit was still the same, still on the edge of half asleep and half awake. If it weren't for his sudden call this morning, she should still be lying in the comfortable bed.

She was called over by Tatsuya Tsugumi to help out.

According to Tatsuya Tsugumi, this recording studio was opened by a friend of his, and they had planned a party this week, but a young man called last night and wanted to make an appointment to record a song. After thinking about it, he thought of her.

The owner of this recording studio is also incredibly free and easy.

After handing me the keys outside the store at 8 o'clock this morning, he simply asked me if I knew how to use the recording device. When I nodded, he handed me the envelope containing my salary, turned around and left without any intention of staying for even a second longer.

Ugh.

Yukisa Morishima sighed in her heart and no longer supported her chin. She lay limply on the desk at the front desk like a cat that had not yet woken up.

But it can be considered a blessing in disguise. At least I can slack off openly.

ha~

Feeling sleepy, Yukisa Morishima couldn't help but yawn. The sun was shining outside the glass door. It was a very sunny day today, and for her, such good weather was very suitable for sleeping.

Before going to bed last night, Yukie Morishima called her after a long time and said that she would come back at the end of September, before the school festival, to accompany her throughout the entire school festival before leaving.

In response, she just said "oh" indifferently.

In her opinion, the relationship between her and Yukie Morishima was more like that of blood-related strangers rather than mother and daughter.

There was an inexplicable barrier between her and her mother. The closer they got, the more obvious the barrier became, and the more uncomfortable she felt.

Perhaps it’s just as the saying goes, happy people are healed by their childhood throughout their lives, while unhappy people spend their entire lives healing their childhood.

She felt that she probably belonged to the latter.

A broken family and a mother who is always cold, tense, serious and even overly strict.

Closing her eyes, Yukisa Morishima put aside all the unnecessary thoughts that would affect her mood and planned to take a short nap.

Jingle Bell.

But before she fell into sleepiness, the wind chimes on the glass door began to ring.

As a last resort, she could only stand up and break the silence with a rather businesslike and reluctant tone, "Do you have an appointment?"

"Have."

After the reply was given, Yukisa Morishima subconsciously turned her eyebrows and looked towards the door.

What caught her eye was a familiar figure whom she had met just last week, and that figure also looked at her.

Is it him (her)?

The two of them stared at each other for about three seconds, and this subtle glance ended when Morishima Yukisa looked away.

"Come to record a song?"

Yukisa Morishima tucked a strand of black hair behind her ear.

Her voice was still cold, but compared to the indifference that kept people at a distance in school, it was less indifferent and distant now.

"Ah."

Beichuan Che nodded and answered the girl's question concisely.

She was not wearing the long skirt today. She had changed into a work shirt and knee-length pants, a neutral look. But because of this, her pretty face with teardrop moles at the corners of her eyes was emphasized again.

If this girl cut her hair into a short bob and dyed it a natural brown, she would probably look quite similar to the girl who was associated with the term "lifelong regrets".

"Recovery?"

Morishima Yukisa straightened her expression and temporarily suppressed the fatigue between her brows. This has always been her character. Since she has decided to do something, she will try her best to do it to the best of her ability.

“No, original.”

Beichuan Che handed her the USB flash drive in his hand.

This time it was Yukisa Morishima's turn to be stunned. "Is this a sample accompaniment?"

"No." Beichuan Che shook his head. "It's the music score. The accompaniment demo needs to be recorded on the spot." He hesitated for half a second. "Or is it that it's impossible to record it here?"

"Of course, it's possible, but it will take some extra time." Morishima Yukisa paused, "Can it wait?"

"of course."

Beichuan Che has always been very patient when it comes to doing what needs to be done. He came here today just for this matter and doesn't care if it takes an extra hour or an hour less.

Anyway, as long as we can get this done, everything will be OK.

"Then I'll go print out the sheet music first, and then record the accompaniment demo. As for you, you can go in and wait first, and get into the groove while you're at it." Morishima Yukisa pointed to the only passage in the store, "Just walk along this passage to the back and push the door open."

"it is good."

Beichuan Che responded and walked into the recording studio to adjust his state.

At the front desk, Yukisa Morishima sat back in her chair, inserted the USB drive into the front desk computer, and then opened the file named music score in the folder.

Although this recording studio is a bit small, it really lives up to the saying that a small but complete building has all the necessary equipment. Even the inconspicuous parts are equipped with top-notch equipment, from the microphone for receiving sound to the computer at the front desk.

After a few seconds, the complete music score appeared before her.

Looking at the first few notes on the music score, a gleam of interest flashed across Morishima Yukisa's beautiful eyes.

Previously, she thought that her classmate came to record the song just to pursue his dream half-heartedly, or as an impulsive choice made after being filled with passion. Now it seems that she was wrong.

However, how far can it go?

There was a hint of anticipation on Yukisa Morishima's face, and the first line of the complete music score was reflected in her eyes.

She looked at it two or three times, and when she had almost memorized it, her slender fingers began to lightly touch the table, and the black and white keys of the piano in her heart were also gently pressed down.

A series of melodious tunes sounded in the depths of her mind.

Somewhat stunned, she stopped what she was doing, and the interest in her eyes disappeared, replaced by visible shock.

This guy seems to be serious! ?

and……

Yukisa Morishima raised her eyes, and her beautiful eyes fell on the file name of the music score. She didn't notice it just now, but now she realized that it was marked with curly brackets, indicating that it had to be used for guitar.

She thought about it, turned around, and picked up a wooden guitar hanging on the wall behind the front desk.

She tapped the keyboard lightly, and a clear and ethereal sound came out. Then she played a simple C chord and lightly plucked the strings with her other hand.

Hearing the wrong tone of the strings, Yukisa Morishima frowned. The owner of the recording studio was indeed willing to spend a lot of effort on buying musical instruments, but he was somewhat careless and did not take good care of them when it came to daily maintenance.

After complaining a little in her heart, she began to adjust the strings one by one.

Only after she was sure that everything was tuned properly and no further adjustments were needed did she focus her attention back on the music in front of her and carefully read the music score on the screen silently.

call.

After finishing the recitation, Yukisa Morishima closed her eyes, slowly exhaled, immersed her thoughts in the music score, and gently plucked the strings of the guitar.

As expected, an accident still happened, and the listing time was postponed to the weekend.

Thanks to Guaiwo La (this ID has a story), Jiutoumiao, Xiziliang for their monthly tickets, and 9085 for their rewards. Your support is my motivation for writing.

Chapter 66: First Love

"First Love" was released in 1983. The lyrics and music were all written by Kozo Murashita. It received considerable response and became Kozo Murashita's phenomenal representative work thereafter.

If Takazo Murashita's "First Love" is about chasing your gaze with the person you love in the night and gazing at each other from afar in a grand fireworks festival, with the fireworks that continue to rise into the night sky and bloom in beautiful patterns, then Koji Tamaki's version of "First Love" is probably about love that has just begun but has ended quietly, with a heart full of memories but also full of regrets.

Later, this song went through several twists and turns and was covered by many singers. Before traveling through time, the two versions that Kitagawa Che listened to the most were those by Koji Tamaki and Shimi Hayashi.

The former is because it is too sentimental, while the latter is because of that classic movie.

Among all the singers, Kitagawa Che’s favorite is Koji Tamaki’s version of “First Love”.

Love in the ignorant youth always ends in failure. For most people, a beautiful first love is often accompanied by the pain of a broken heart. Koji Tamaki's version of "First Love" just expresses this perfect emotion. Perhaps after the passage of time, we have already overcome many difficulties, but looking back, we still cannot let go of the regret.

Someone once said that when all singers' skills reach a threshold, the only thing that distinguishes one singer from another is the emotions they bring into the song and the singer's own understanding of the song itself.