Tokyo Love Story

"Don't refuse. This is my aunt. No, this is my mother taking care of her son-in-law."

Kitaen Risa interrupted Kitagawa Che's speech. She knew that Kitagawa Che should be able to easily support himself, Rin, Miao and the others, but she still felt guilty and worried.

From her personal perspective, the "test" is unnecessary, but considering the wishes of her deceased friend, she has to do it even if it is just a formality.

The two looked at each other.

In the end, the stare-down ended with Beichuan Che giving in, "Okay."

Kitagawa Che took the card from Kitaen Risa and put it in his pocket.

"Then I have finished what I need to say." Beiyuan Lisa breathed a sigh of relief, leaned back on the chair, turned her head, and looked at the green trees across the street. The two figures had already come into her sight, "Che, Linyin and the others have come out."

"Ok."

Beichuan Che opened the car door.

"Goodbye, Auntie."

he said.

"Goodbye, and be safe on your way home."

Kitaen Risa nodded slightly and waved at him.

The car door was closed, and the black Maybach did not stop, but drove smoothly along the road.

Across the street, looking at the Maybach gradually going away, Beiyuan Linyin frowned slightly, and a hint of doubt flashed across her beautiful eyes.

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Chapter 111 Contradiction [3K1 middle chapter]

In the basement, the cold light sprinkled on the ground and was reflected on the cold marble tiles, making the atmosphere inside even colder.

Wearing a loose dress, Yukisa Morishima sat in front of the piano, her slender white hands resting on the black and white keys of the piano. But unlike before, there was a bit of confusion on her delicate face, which usually showed indifference.

Yukie Morishima stood behind her daughter, silently looking at her back, somewhat hesitant.

Tatsuya Tsuchiya had reminded her that when communicating with Yukisa, she must be careful to hide the usual toughness and indifference in her tone. Yukisa and her personality were almost cut from the same cloth. Both of them were equally strong, but the way they expressed it was slightly different. As a mother, she was outwardly strong in character, while Yukisa, as a daughter, was introverted and stubborn.

When two people with equally strong personalities collide with each other, their sharpness is bound to hurt each other.

"Xuesha, I want to talk to you."

After taking several deep breaths, Morishima Yukie adjusted her tone and sat on the piano stool not far from Morishima Yukisa, breaking the silence in the room.

Yukisa Morishima did not respond, but just lowered her head indifferently. Her beautiful hands rested on the black and white keys and pressed the first note of the day.

Someone once said that the effect that a good pianist and a good piano can achieve is enough to dazzle people, and the scene at this moment is probably the same.

As the first note sounded, the melodious and mournful melody filled the entire piano room.

This song is not unfamiliar to Morishima Yukie, and it can even be said that she still remembers it clearly - this is the song that Morishima Yukie and the boy named Kitagawa Tetsu played together at a concert more than half a month ago.

However, unlike the version played on the stage where they responded to each other, the version played by Yukisa Morishima at the moment was more filled with the regret of "having a beginning but no end".

Yukie Morishima did not interrupt her daughter's performance. She suppressed her seemingly calm but actually turbulent emotions, relaxed her brows, and listened attentively.

This time, Yukisa Morishima's performance at the concert shocked her greatly. Her daughter's growth rate far exceeded her initial expectations. Compared to her in the past, Yukisa is now far ahead.

Thinking of this, a touch of pride and satisfaction flashed across Yukie Morishima's eyes. Over the years, she was no longer as excited about her own achievements as she was when she was young. She was more used to it. Her thoughts also changed from her own achievements to the hope of witnessing her daughter's achievements one after another on this road. She saw every progress of Yukie and was happy in her heart.

However, just like many movie plots that happen to be about something that just passes by, because she said one thing and meant another, or because she didn't mean what she said, there were some things she never told Xuesha.

Just like the countless thoughts revealed by the words she has always buried deep in her heart - Yukisa Morishima is the greatest masterpiece in her life and her proudest achievement.

The piano sounds melodious and the music flows.

For the same piece of piano music, some people play it just following the script step by step. You can't tell what's wrong with it, but at the same time, you can't tell what's good about it either. You've heard it once and forget about it. But some people play it with a completely different feeling. The piano sound that is the same as the score but different will bring you back to the past, evoke resonance in your memories, and make you love it. Even if you don't have corresponding experience and can't resonate with it, you will still tend to instinctively think that the latter is better.

The music continued to move forward, and the emotions in the piano sound progressed accordingly. The overflowing sense of loss could no longer be stopped, crossing the embankment and spreading out, gradually deepening with the ups and downs of the piano sound.

Looking at her daughter's back, Morishima Yukie had an inexplicable guess for no reason. As this guess came up, her indifferent expression became subtle and complicated - could it be that Yukisa had developed some special feelings for her temporary partner?

This thought did not last long, and in the blink of an eye, Morishima Yukie put it behind her mind and threw it into Java.

From what she had observed about how her daughter and Kitagawa Che interacted, it had not reached that point at all; at best they could be considered just friends.

My daughter’s personality is similar to hers, and her attitude towards relationships is the same. They are both cold on the outside but warm on the inside. When facing someone they like, they will put aside their past indifference, just like a hedgehog retracting its spikes to expose its belly, showing their softest and truest side to the other person.

Because of this, she was hurt so deeply back then. Even today, she still feels lost when she wakes up from a dream at midnight. She knows that she will never look back, but at the same time, she has no way to truly let it go.

The cold light sprinkled on the lacquered surface of the piano, emitting bursts of light, and Morishima Yukisa, who was playing in front of the piano, seemed to be covered with a layer of light.

At the end of the song, Morishima Yukisa's back was still straight, and her waterfall-like black hair was casually draped behind her, but her thin back looked inexplicably thinner.

Yukie Morishima looked at her daughter's figure, with a bit more reminiscence and nostalgia in her eyes. At this moment, she was like a traveler who had crossed the long river of time and space, and saw her former self through the mirror called children.

The silence between mother and daughter did not last long. Morishima Yukie spoke up again and mentioned the previous topic. "The final exams are over. Next, it will be summer vacation. What are your plans, Yukisa?"

A hint of annoyance flashed across Morishima Yukisa's clear and cold eyes. She could tell that her mother's opening remarks were about asking her to make a choice. "What plans are you talking about?"

"In the future." Morishima Yukie considered her words and explained, "You can think of it as a plan that's a little further along starting from this summer vacation."

"Is that so..." Morishima Yukisa raised her eyebrows, her eyes falling on the piano lacquer surface that she often wiped, the slightly dazzling white light reflected in her beautiful eyes, "Does practicing the piano at home count?"

"I guess so, but what I mean is that maybe we can consider something further." Morishima Yukie paused, "For example, go abroad with mom and study at the music school that mom once attended.

"For you now, continuing to study at Shirakawa High School is undoubtedly a waste of your time and even more so a waste of your talent.

"If I were you, I would definitely not waste my youth at Shirakawa High School anymore."

Perhaps Yukie Morishima herself didn't notice that from the moment she said "If I were you", her tone returned to its former toughness.

This doesn't seem like a negotiation, but more like a coercion with some subtext.

Naturally, such a tone aroused Yukisa Morishima's emotions.

Morishima Yukisa's voice suddenly turned cold. "You are you, and I am me. What you think is your business, and what I choose is my business."

"A better environment and more like-minded people will make your journey easier." Morishima Yukie subconsciously turned cold, her expression showing no emotion. "I think you should reconsider this."

"I do not want to go."

Morishima Yukisa's voice became increasingly cold, like an eternity-old cold river that had frozen again, with no intention of backing down at all.

That year, a few words from Yukie Morishima made her fly from Japan to Vienna. At the beginning of this year, a few words from her brought her back to Japan.

I am not one of her cats or dogs that she can raise. She can call me and dismiss me at will. When she remembers me, she can tease me, but when she doesn't, she can just let me live my life as I please. Why should I give her the right?

Morishima Yukie frowned, her chest heaving unconsciously. She wanted to say something according to her temper, but the words that Tatsuya Tsugumi warned her echoed in her ears again like a warning. After hesitating for a long time, she swallowed the stronger words controlled by her emotions.

The piano room fell into silence. Although the air conditioner was not on, the temperature dropped inexplicably.

Neither the mother nor the daughter spoke again.

So, the silent ones became even silenter, and the quiet ones became even quieter.

After three and a third minutes of self-adjustment, there was no longer any obvious emotion on Yukie Morishima's face, but instead endless loneliness.

Just as Tatsuya Tsugumi said, her uncontrollable toughness once again hurt Yukisa Morishima, and Yukisa's stress reaction also hurt her.

They are like two hedgehogs with their spikes erected. The closer they get, the more they will hurt each other.

Ugh.

The internationally renowned musician stood up, sighed silently, and left the practice room dejectedly.

As the footsteps gradually faded away and the sound of the door closed, Yukisa Morishima breathed a sigh of relief.

For her, there has always been a barrier between her and her mother, which troubles her and her mother. Under this barrier, the two of them are mother and daughter, but they are not close to each other at all. When they are alone, they are mostly silent, or they just part after a short conversation like today. They are more like the most familiar strangers.

But even so, after each such "confrontation", she still felt an unstoppable fatigue and depression.

drip.

Suddenly, the cell phone in her pocket vibrated.

Taking out her cell phone, Yukisa Morishima glanced at the screen and saw that the message was from Che Kitagawa.

[Can I take up some of your time, Morishima-san, around 3pm next Tuesday? I have a new song that I need to record.]

Without thinking or too much consideration, Yukisa Morishima tapped the screen with her fingertips and sent a message back.

【it is good. 】

After thinking about it, she added another message.

[Do I still have to take music classes during the summer vacation? 】

Soon, the message will be shown as read.

Seven seconds later, Beichuan Che's reply arrived as expected.

[Of course, as long as you are free, Mr. Morishima. ]

Looking at this reply, Yukisa Morishima’s depressed mood improved a little.

She put away her phone, closed her eyes, and continued her practice for the night.

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Chapter 112 'Acquaintance' [2K8 Large Chapter]

For the city of Tokyo, there is always endless things to talk about under the midsummer sun: work setbacks, love frustrations, family chores, everything comes together to form a bubble in a busy corner of this bustling modern city.

It was only ten o'clock in the morning, but midsummer had already shown its competitiveness. The hot air and the incoming heat swept across the earth. The sound of cicadas rang out among the shade of the trees, clear yet making people feel inexplicably irritated.

Sitting in the Moonlight Cafe just across the street from Shirakawa High School, Shiori Kashiwamoto, wearing a blue dress, picked up the matcha latte in front of her and took a sip.

The window seat she chose faces the sun, but with the green belt on the street and the parasols outside the cafe, the sunlight that shines through the gaps around the parasols is not too dazzling or hot. In addition, the efficient air conditioner in the cafe is turned on at full blast, so the indoor temperature is still maintained at a suitably cool level.

Meow.

The fat orange cat lying on the wooden bar of the cafe meowed, changed its posture, revealing its soft belly, and rubbed its tail gently against the arm of the female barista at the bar.

This is its signal that it wants to be touched.

But this time, the female barista did not stroke it as usual. She supported her chin with her left hand, looked through the glass door of the cafe, and looked outside where some transparent flames could be seen. She listened to the cicadas chirping coming from outside the glass door of the cafe, and was lost in thought.

On the streets, there are quite a few students walking with umbrellas, and most of them are high school girls holding umbrellas and holding hands with their girlfriends. Those young faces are full of relaxation from the bottom of their hearts as the holidays are finally over.

"Shiori."

Takeda Risa, who was sitting opposite Kashiwagen Shiori, raised her eyebrows and her eyes fell on the former's cheek.

The two had made an appointment a few days ago.

The final manuscript of Shiori Kashiwazu's new book has been completely finalized. Their meeting this time is to confirm some details. If there are no major problems, the contract for the new book can be signed today.

But when they actually met, Takeda Risa suddenly realized that something was wrong. The state of Kashiwamoto Shiori in front of her was completely different from what she had imagined, and there was an indescribable sense of complexity.

"Hmm?" Kashiwagen Shiori withdrew her gaze from the window and looked at Takeda Risa with some confusion, "What's wrong? Sister Risa."

Takeda Risa hesitated for a moment, but still expressed her feelings, "I think something is wrong with you, Shiori."

"Maybe it's because I didn't get enough rest?" Kashiwagen Shiori blinked, her eyes dodged for a moment, and she explained in a relaxed tone, "After all, it's a holiday, so I must have been excited and stayed up all night for the first few days."

Takeda Risa knew Kashiwamoto Shiori, and she knew very well that when the other party said one thing and meant another, she would blink unconsciously and avoid other people's sight.

She looked at Kashiwagen Shiori, thought about it, and finally decided not to expose the latter. She took out the prepared contract from her briefcase and placed it on the table. "This is the contract for your new book." She paused and changed the subject. "But the title of your book. Are you sure?"

"Isn't it good?"

Shiori Kashiwamoto took the contract in front of her, took out a pen from the small bag she carried with her, and signed her name where it should be signed.

"No, it's mainly because the title has an indescribable feeling." Takeda Risa paused, lowered her voice, and repeated the sentence in her manuscript, "She knew he was not her moon, but at that moment, she knew very well that the moonlight was shining on her."

"Ok?"

Kashiwagen Shiori raised her eyebrows, turned her head and looked at Takeda Risa with some confusion. She didn't quite understand what the other party meant by saying this at this time.

"With this sentence, the title of your book makes me feel sad for some reason." Takeda Risa sighed, "Living in Memories."

"Isn't this good?" Shiori Kashiwamoto smiled, "Straightforward and not procrastinated."

"Too."

Takeda Risa put away her expression and turned on the laptop that had been on standby beside her. The screen lit up, and the interface remained on the open document. The name of the first chapter once again came into her eyes.

For no apparent reason, her stomach started aching.

"But is it really true that we can only choose one of the two?" Takeda Risa couldn't help but ask.