Tokyo Love Story

The next second, the indifference on Yukisa Morishima's face disappeared, replaced by a bright smile that melted the ice and snow, "Congratulations, Mr. Jay, for taking the first place on the 24-hour hot song sales chart."

She would take some time to look at the list from time to time.

But the performance of this song has far exceeded her expectations.

Yukisa Morishima knew how powerful the song they created together was. She was not surprised that it made the list. On the contrary, she felt that it was supposed to be like this. It would be strange if it didn't make the list.

But the problem is, she never thought that Kitagawa Che's song could actually surpass the original No. 1 Sony work of the veteran singer and become No. 1. The other party has accumulated quite a lot of fans. Strictly speaking, he is a very popular veteran singer. She also listened to the other party's song, which is not bad and is of excellent level.

In terms of quality, the other party's song is slightly inferior, but in terms of the number of fixed fans, it is far behind.

Under such circumstances, even with the streaming of the music network, she felt that it would be difficult to win over the opponent, because the opponent's accumulation was there after all.

But what no one could have imagined was that the soft-article recommendation by Kawai Masago, a veteran in the industry, actually symbolized a certain trend. A group of songwriters and composers gave the same recommendation, and thus, a tower was formed by the accumulation of grains of sand, and a river was formed by the accumulation of water, and it finally reached the top.

Beichuan Che smiled and didn't know how to respond for a moment.

As for the charts, except for the day he went to the music network headquarters, he basically never paid much attention to them.

"Okay, let's get back to the point." Morishima Yukisa could see what Kitagawa Che was thinking. She straightened her face and stopped dwelling on the issue. She turned around and handed Kitagawa Che the textbook on the cabinet behind her. "This is the book you used before. Do you remember the content of the last class?"

"remember."

Beichuan Che nodded. This was the advantage of being well-informed and having a good memory.

He is now increasingly able to appreciate the strength of this learning panel. It is a bit similar to the so-called Grasp of the Undying, which becomes more powerful as time goes by.

"Well, I'll continue from there, and we should be able to finish this book and the other one in the remaining class time."

Yukisa Morishima quickly got into the state.

At the beginning, Morishima Yukie taught her in the same way, but at that time, Morishima Yukie was much stricter, and her talent in this area was worse than that of Kitagawa Che.

"it is good."

Following an equally serious response, the two of them began to replicate the class mode before the concert.

With full concentration and commitment, time is quickly taken away by the second.

Jingle Bell!

When the two people were brought back to reality from their class by a hurried phone call, an hour had already passed.

The cell phone that Yukisa Morishima placed on the cabinet kept vibrating.

She gave Beichuan Che an apologetic look, stood up, turned around and picked up her cell phone.

Yukie Morishima (mother).

Looking at the caller ID on the screen, Yukisa Morishima frowned unconsciously.

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Chapter 136 Crack

"Hello? Xuesha, can you hear me?"

From the receiver of the mobile phone close to her ear, Yukisa Morishima heard that all too familiar, slightly cold voice.

Morishima Yukisa was silent for a moment, then she parted her cherry lips and responded with a clear voice in the empty practice room, "...Yeah, I can hear you."

But anyone could hear the slight sense of alienation in her tone.

Perhaps just as Tatsuya Tsugumi said, she did not find the right way to communicate with her mother, and neither did she.

When both sides are equally strong, the existing cracks will naturally become larger and larger, just like the sea glaciers at the pole. Once there is a crack, no matter how hard you try, the harsh "creaking" sound will continue and intensify until the two glaciers completely collapse.

Yukie Morishima on the other end of the phone fell silent. Even through the phone, she could imagine the expression on the face of her daughter who looked so much like her when she was young.

For no apparent reason, a strong sense of frustration came over me.

call.

Yukie Morishima closed her eyes. She sat on the sofa as if most of her strength had been drained away. She leaned dejectedly on the soft sofa back and sighed with a sense of loss.

After coming down from the stage and getting in the car to go home, she didn't even have time to change her clothes. She hurriedly called her daughter, but this was the response she got.

It would be a lie to say that I wasn't disappointed.

But...Alas.

After a moment, she shook her head, opened her eyes, and looked out the huge floor-to-ceiling window in the living room.

The sunset spread across the earth. The azure blue sea glowed brightly under the setting sun. Groups of seagulls flew across the red sky. The coastal road was crowded with pedestrians as dense as ants. The hurried daytime seemed to slow down all of a sudden.

After adjusting her mood, Morishima Yukie spoke her true feelings in a soft voice, "I just want to ask about your recent situation."

Her voice was less cold and forceful than before, and more fragile and soft.

A hint of emotion flashed across Morishima Yukisa's cold and clear eyes, but it was quickly suppressed.

She would always subconsciously keep a distance from her mother, but whenever she revealed her true yet soft side, the emotions in her heart would unconsciously surge up, like a bottle of mixed feelings, with an indescribable complexity and subtlety.

After choosing her words, Morishima Yukisa turned her head to the side, covering her face with her inky black hair, and briefly answered her mother's question, "My life lately has been the same as before, without any ups or downs. I practice the piano, eat, and rest on time, just like always, just like usual."

"Actually, my apartment here is quite big." Morishima Yukie paused. The afterglow of the setting sun shone through the French windows onto the floor tiles. The dazzling light made her look away unconsciously. "There is a room that has been empty all the time."

This was the only way she could euphemistically express her feelings.

As a mother, she knew that she was not good enough in many things, and could even be said to be quite biased, but in that environment, she could only do that.

I have to raise my daughter, make a living, and continue my career.

As a single mother, the problems she faced were far more than her daughter could imagine.

Life never gives people the best of both worlds. It only throws out several options and lets people choose the less bad one.

If I wasn't so strong...

No.

Morishima Yukie shook her head. If she wasn't so strong, she would not have been able to pass those levels.

People died on the eve of dawn, so how can we talk about the so-called follow-up?

When her mother's voice came from her ear, Morishima Yukisa suddenly became quiet.

Many things didn't seem to be as easy as she imagined, even if she just kept her distance as she imagined.

All those words that she had thought over countless times in her mind and were enough to hurt the other person suddenly became silent at this moment. They were like glue, stuck in her throat and she couldn't spit them out.

After a full half minute of silence, Yukisa Morishima gave her answer after a sigh, "...I live quite well here."

When Yukie Morishima's attitude was not so tough, there was indeed a distance between the mother and daughter, but it had never developed to the point of tension.

Especially when she heard her mother, who was always full of energy, talking to her in a tone of inexplicable loss, her heart would unconsciously ache.

But the "distance" does exist.

Whether it's her or her mother, they are both people with strong self-esteem.

It is precisely because of this strong self-esteem that the conflicts between them will become more and more intense uncontrollably.

"But..." She blurted out the words of persuasion almost subconsciously, but when the words came to her lips, Morishima Yukie remembered the failed communication not long ago. In the end, the words of persuasion turned into two simple words, "Okay."

"But there is one thing I hope you pay more attention to." Morishima Yukie let out a long breath, and released some of the emotions accumulated in her heart. "Health is always the first priority. Let's change the piano practice time to the morning, and have a good rest at night."

When school is in session, there is nothing that can be done about it, but during the holidays it is another matter.

My daughter will have enough time to allocate as she pleases.

"I will."

Yukisa Morishima gave a reassuring affirmative answer.

Hearing this, the worry in Morishima Yukie's eyes improved a little.

"Then I won't bother you anymore."

Polite parting words came from the other end of the receiver.

A rare look of confusion appeared on Morishima Yukisa's indifferent face.

But when he opened his mouth, the words were suppressed.

It was like a conversation that had happened countless times before.

"Goodbye."

"Goodbye."

After the call was hung up, the room suddenly became quiet.

The mother and daughter have had conversations like this many times, but the result is always the same.

It’s neither good nor bad, but the gap still exists and the problem remains unsolved.

Looking at the phone screen, Morishima Yukisa shook her head in self-mockery and gave Kitagawa Che a slightly tired smile, "I finished my call, which took some time. So... should we continue with the class or take a break?"

"Rest for a while." Beichuan Che hesitated for a moment, then added, "It just so happens that I also have something I want to ask you - of course, the premise is that you are willing."

On the other end of the phone, Yukie Morishima, who had also put away her phone, opened the calendar and checked her itinerary.

She pursed her lips, glanced at her busy schedule, then closed the calendar and sent a message to her agent and assistant.

Daya had told her that if she wanted to see someone, she should go and see them right away, and there was no need to wait for the right day. Even if the so-called right day came, it might not be as suitable as she had imagined.

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Chapter 137 The Past [2K4]

Under the cool light of the practice room, the tea in the cup was steaming.

"So, Xuesha, you basically had no play time when you were a child?"

Holding a cup of hot tea, Kitagawa Che's eyes fell on Morishima Yukisa in front of him.

He had just taken the time to make this pot of tea.

However, what surprised him a little was that Morishima Yukisa, a girl who had never done housework, could actually make tea. Originally, she meant to do it herself, but Kitagawa Che declined her kindness and said that he could do it himself.

Um. "

Yukisa Morishima nodded. To be more precise, she had no memory of having any entertainment activities since elementary school. After returning home from school and having dinner, she would start practicing the piano. Perhaps the only leisure time she had was that her mother would occasionally turn on the TV for ten minutes before she officially started practicing the piano.

For most children, such a childhood life would undoubtedly be stressful, but for Yukisa Morishima at that time, she felt it was acceptable.

——As long as she can be with her mother, she doesn’t mind being a little tired.

But later, as time went by, her mother changed, and she changed too.

Beichuan Che considered his words and asked, "Don't you feel tired?"

"It's okay, actually." Yukisa Morishima smiled to show that it was okay. "Now that I think about it, I don't think it's a big deal. It's just that I didn't have much time to relax."

Of course, compared to those kids who just play whenever they want, it would be a lie to say that she has no regrets. But to say that it’s all regrets, it’s not to that extent. If she hadn’t developed the habit at that time, she wouldn’t have her current accomplishments in music.

Yukisa Morishima likes a sentence very much

——If you want to get something, you need to pay for it.

There is no such thing as having it all. If you want to go far in music, in addition to talent and the ability to calm down, the most important thing is persistence.

No matter how talented you are, it will be useless if you work hard for three days and rest for two days.

From a certain perspective, impetuousness is the biggest enemy.

Beichuan Che agreed with a smile, with a hint of complexity in his eyes.

The influence of one's original family on a person is visible to the naked eye. The xenophobia that Yukisa Morishima showed in school, or the feeling of deliberately keeping a distance from everyone, was obviously influenced by her past, and she was very insecure.

Since there is a chance of getting hurt when socializing with people, just cut off this possibility and don't communicate with people.

It's an extreme way to generalize, but there's nothing people can say about it.

"But the biggest problem isn't this." Morishima Yukisa smiled. "After all, no matter how much you talk, no matter how tired you are, you'll just get used to it."

"What is that?" Kitagawa Che asked the question at the right time.

Yukisa Morishima keenly caught the fleeting complexity in Kitagawa Che's eyes.

Maybe it was because of the phone call just now, or maybe it was because of her trust in the partner in front of her, she talked about the past events that she didn't want to mention for the first time in her life, "It was her mother who came home later and later, and her gradually changing attitude."

"Is the former due to some social engagements?"