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Gao Songdeng stared quietly at the white porcelain bowl in front of him, as if witnessing a silent and warm magic.

At first, the bowl was empty, just like the emptiness that occasionally arose in her heart.

Then Shirakawa Haru continued to put grilled meat, hot pot meat slices and vegetables into her bowl. The bowl that originally had nothing in it was gradually filled with food. In the end, it was like a cartoon, with the meat slices stacked up layer by layer, like a small pagoda, rising high.

She thought that she couldn't eat so much, so the leftover food would be wasted. This was obviously something that made her very troubled, but she didn't feel it was a bother now. Instead, she felt a little sweet in her heart.

She knew that Shirakawa Haru cared about her very much. These were all baked and carefully prepared by him, and then gently placed in her bowl as a token of his love.

Gao Songdeng could truly feel that he was being held carefully in his hands and surrounded by his gaze and care.

After lunch, Shirakawa Haru and Suho Yuki separated from Chihaya Aine and her group.

Originally, in the afternoon, Yuki Suho wanted Shirakawa Haru to take her to the amusement park to ride the carousel.

Shirakawa Haru mentioned that the Suho family has a large stable. You should have a herd of horses of your own. If you want to ride, why not just go to the stable?

Yuki Suho said that was different, the carousel was a very special amusement facility.

She looked at Shirakawa Haru, whose hands were full of boxes, and after all, she didn't want to make him too tired.

So I canceled the trip to the amusement park and took Shirakawa Haru to a very famous park nearby.

This park is famous for a huge pond with cherry blossoms planted around it. Although the cherry blossoms are not visible at this time of year, there are still other ornamental trees to enjoy.

Shirakawa Haru and Suho Yuki were sitting on a park bench watching groups of black swans swimming in the pond. Their movements were so slow that it was impossible to tell that their slender legs were swimming vigorously under the water.

The elegant postures of these black swans reminded Shirakawa Haru of Nagasaki Soyo and Toyokawa Shoko. He had to admit that among the people he was more familiar with, only these two girls could give him a kind of elegance and charm unique to women.

Although Suho Yuki is a very elegant girl in a broad sense, she is his younger sister. When a brother sees his younger sister, he only thinks that she is noisy and troublesome.

At that time, Shirakawa Haru's eyes were focused on the movement of the black swan, while Suho Yuki's eyes were quietly resting on Shirakawa Haru, as if he was searching for something in his expression.

Yuki Suho knew that Shirakawa Haru thought of another woman for a moment while admiring the swans.

But she thought, since she could have him all to herself at this moment, she shouldn't think too much about it.

Chapter 90: Death of Goto Ichiri?

Today is the second day after the Hinomori Academy Festival, and today is also a holiday. Tomorrow and the day after tomorrow are weekends, so Shirakawa Haru has four days of free time in a row.

Shirakawa Haru didn't have a date today, so he was lying on the bed listening to a CD.

The CD he was listening to was a very famous one, "First Love" by Utada Hikaru.

This album is a classic in Japanese music history. Since its release in 1999, it has been quite popular among young people in Japan.

The songs in the album have beautiful melodies and sincere emotions, such as the title song "First Love". Its melodious melody combined with Utada Hikaru's unique voice sings people's nostalgia and unforgettable first love.

Although Shirakawa Haru has never been in a relationship and is not interested in it, it has to be said that Utada Hikaru's voice is so unique that it makes your heart flutter, and the lyrics she wrote also give Shirakawa Haru a very sexy impression.

After one album was finished, Shirakawa Haru got up from the bed and put another CD, "The Wall" by Pink Floyd, into the CD player.

The songs on this CD are very powerful, telling the philosophical thoughts of lonely people about the world.

At first, Shirakawa Haru didn't think the songs on this CD were very rock-n-roll, but with the lead singer's voice that was sometimes low and sometimes high, he gradually became fascinated by it.

As he learned about the creation process of this CD, Shirakawa Haru couldn't help but think that this CD was simply too "rock" in flavor.

The meaning of rock music should be to move forward in confusion, and to burn your life and shout out your desires even if you are hoarse.

The core of the band is the lead singer.

Shirakawa Haru suddenly thought of Takamatsu Teru, he liked her voice very much.

It dances with strength, delicacy and tenderness in softness, like a teenager who has not yet grown out of his childishness, but can also roar at life like a frustrated middle-aged man. Sometimes it is low like the gradually deep earth line, and sometimes it is high and crisp like the rising sun breaking through the clouds and mist.

Although Shirakawa Haru's description of Takamatsu Touma's voice may seem a bit exaggerated at first glance, he knows that Takamatsu Touma's voice can definitely reach this level in the future.

Amidst the trivialities of life, Takamatsu Deng is like a star floating outside the earth. Her way of looking at the world is completely different from that of ordinary people.

In her eyes, the world is a vibrant kaleidoscope, sometimes smudged with soft brushstrokes, like petals gently caressed by a spring breeze, delicate and full of warmth; sometimes sculpted with exquisite textures, like the silver glow of moonlight on a tranquil lake on an autumn night, subtle yet touching. In certain indescribable moments, the quiet contemplation of traditional mono no aware lingers quietly around her like the wisps of dusk, draping her soul in a hazy, poetic veil.

He thought that if Takamatsu Deng was no longer the lead singer of the band in the future, she might become a female poet or artist.

Baichuan Qing's thoughts were drifting aimlessly, and he planned to lie in bed until noon.

Anyway, he has no classes today and no one has asked him out.

The phone vibrated, and Shirakawa Haru opened it and found that Ijichi Nijika had sent him a message. She said that Goto Ichiri had disappeared in the rehearsal room, and if possible, she hoped that Shirakawa could come to STARRY.

Today, Nijichi Iji invited Ichiri Goto and Ryo Yamada to STARRY for band rehearsal, but the rehearsal results were always not good.

Goto Ichiri's guitar always steals the beat, just like it did on the live stage the day before yesterday.

After repeated mistakes, she turned into a bunch of twisted lines and disappeared when Ijichi Hongxia turned around and beat the drum.

Shirakawa Haru scrolled through his phone and roughly understood what had happened.

He sent a message to Ichichi Hongxia saying that he would be there soon, but he felt that this did not seem to reassure the other party, so he called her again.

"I understand." Shirakawa Haru lay on the bed and pulled the CD out of the CD player. The music swirling in the room suddenly stopped, leaving only the subtle sound of the breeze blowing the curtains against the wall and Shirakawa Haru's even breathing. "Wait for me to wash up."

"Shirakawa-san, are you still resting? Did I disturb you?" Ijichi Hongxia was keenly aware that the boy's voice on the other end of the phone was full of laziness. When the voice entered her ears, it was like a soft feather slowly caressing her ears, bringing a slightly itchy and comfortable feeling. She was full of surprise. She never expected that she would hear such an unguarded voice from Shirakawa Haru. She originally thought that a boy like Shirakawa Haru would keep a straight face even at home and would not relax. "I'm so sorry!"

"What kind of person do you imagine me to be?" Shirakawa Haru could probably guess what Ichichi Hongxia was thinking on the other end of the line. "I don't have classes at school today. Don't worry, I'll be there soon."

Shirakawa Haru thought for a moment and then asked, "Ijichi-san, have you ever sent a message or called Goto-san?"

"Well, I did all these. Goto-san didn't reply to my message, but she answered the phone. But before I could say anything, she hung up the phone, and this happened several times in a row. She probably wanted to tell me that she was fine and wanted to be alone." Ijichi Hongka said that she took a screenshot of the chat interface with Goto Ichiri and sent it to Shirakawa Haru.

"Don't do things like taking screenshots in the future. Be careful to protect your privacy." Shirakawa Haru reminded Ijichi Hongxia.

"No, it's okay." Ijichi Hongxia's voice was a little slow on the phone, trying to hide her shyness. She hadn't realized the person she was talking to was a boy before she sent the screenshot. It wasn't until Shirakawa Haru reminded her that she realized her behavior was a little inappropriate. "I think Shirakawa-san is trustworthy."

"Thank you for your trust," Baichuan Qing said, "I will delete these screenshots immediately."

"Actually, you don't have to delete it. There's nothing important in it anyway." Ijichi Hongxia said in a low voice.

"If possible, Ijichi-san, please take good care of Goto-san." Shirakawa Haru's tone was very serious. As the sound of fabric rubbing against each other rang out, he was putting on his shoes with one hand. "She's a bit introverted, and this kind of thing might happen again in the future. Please don't be disappointed in her. She's actually a very good and well-behaved child."

"Don't say that again, Shirakawa-kun," Ijichi Hongka said, "Ichiri-chan is an indispensable part of our band. I will never abandon her!"

But Shirakawa-san, in your eyes, Ichiri-chan is actually a "good kid". Does Ichiri-chan know that this is the image of herself in your eyes?

But apart from being super introverted, Yili-chan is indeed a very wonderful girl.

"Nijika, Shirakawa Haru hasn't come yet?" This was Yamada Ryo speaking beside Ijichi Nijika.

"Liang, it's very rude to call someone's name directly like that!" said Ichichi Hongxia.

"Don't worry~ He definitely doesn't know. I spoke very quietly." said Yamada Ryo.

"I can hear you." Shirakawa Haru walked out the door.

"You can actually hear me?" Yamada Ryo pretended to be surprised. "Then could you bring me a bottle of Calpis when you come?"

"Yamada-san, you are really a weirdo." Shirakawa Haru said helplessly.

"Thank you for the compliment." Yamada Ryo said with a smile, "Well, see you later?"

"Yeah." Shirakawa Haru said to Hongxia that he would see her later and then hung up the phone.

"Yuki!" Shirakawa Haru walked to Yuki Suo's room and knocked on the door. "I have to go out for something. Please stay at home. I'll bring you crepes when I come back in the evening." He added, "Just tell me on the phone what you want to eat."

"Shou Hou Yuki is asleep." A muffled voice came from inside the door, "Don't disturb her."

"Then who is speaking now?" Baichuan Qing asked.

"I'm not Suho Yuki!" Something collided with the door panel and landed on the ground with a light sound. Suho Yuki threw a pillow on the door. "Why are people without girlfriends busier than those with girlfriends?"

"I've made a lot of friends these days, and they're all very special." Shirakawa Haru said, "Feeling lonely? I'll play games with you tonight."

"Forget it...you can go now." Suho Yuki said, "Remember to take the garbage bag in the living room and throw it away."

"Then I'll go first." Shirakawa Haru said.

In Shimokitazawa, Setagaya Ward, a steel bridge casts its shadow across the river, on the riverbank of an amateur baseball field.

Goto Ichiri sat on a concrete pier, angled just enough for a person to sit on, gazing at the shimmering river before her as she strummed her guitar in solitude. This spot beneath the steel bridge had been her favorite place to perform, but now she couldn't quite muster the kind of intense, tearing-it-all-down music she'd been able to create.

She gently plucked the guitar strings with her fingers, and the guitar in her hand played a gentle yet troubled melody.

Goto Ichiri wondered if she had messed up again. She had missed the beat or failed to keep up with the rhythm of Ijichi Nikka and Yamada Ryo many times during the band's live performance.

When she went home that night, she promised herself that she would never rush the beat next time, but during rehearsal this morning, she unconsciously sped up the pace.

She once again messed up the rhythm of the drummer and bassist.

Although Ijichi Nikka and Yamada Ryo didn't say anything to her, Goto Ichiri always felt that they just didn't say it out loud, and in fact they must be criticizing her harshly in their hearts.

"What should I do? This is so troublesome! I always thought about how great it would be if I could join a band, but the reality is..." Goto Ichiri sat on the concrete pier, put down her guitar, and ran her slender fingers through her thick hair, randomly scratching it. "There are so many troubles."

Her hair was soon messed up by herself.

At a moment that Goto Ichiri didn't notice, the hairband on her head that looked like "hard candy" suddenly fell off.

In panic, she subconsciously reached out to take it, but she didn't expect that her movement was so big that she lost her balance.

Goto Ichiri fell off the concrete pier and plummeted into the river.

The feeling of being suspended in mid-air enveloped her, and as she fell, she felt that her sense of time was being infinitely magnified, as if it were eternity.

She looked at the river getting closer and closer, and wondered anxiously why she chose a place so close to the river to play the guitar.

She could have practiced guitar at the amateur baseball field, but because she arrived early, there was no one there yet.

The water of this river is very clear, but even with such clear water, Goto Ichiri cannot see the bottom at a glance, which means that the river is very deep.

The river was unusually calm, perhaps because it knew it was too deep.

I won't die here, will I?

Goto Ichiri thought so, but then she thought that if she really died here, would her father and mother be very sad? Would Erli think that her sister was useless? She always dreamed of going to the martial arts hall to win the applause of the world, but drowned in a river in obscurity.

Will Ijichi Nikka and Yamada Ryo think I'm a troublemaker and regret letting me join their band?

Also, it would be great if Qingjun could touch my head before I die. If that were the case, I would definitely be able to die without any regrets, right?

I'm sorry... Shirakawa-kun, thank you for taking care of me these days. Please let me be a little willful.

Qingjun, only now, only before I die, can I call you that?

Can I call you Qingjun?

so afraid.

I don't want to die.

Who can help me?

"Save me, Haru-kun!" Goto Ichiri shouted with all his might and breathed out the last breath of his life.

She prayed for a miracle, even though she knew it was just her last struggle before death.

She thought to herself that since she was a child, others had difficulty hearing what she said and she was always ignored as if she were a transparent person.

This world is neither gentle nor peaceful. Every day on TV we see stories of people dying in misfortune and happy families being torn apart.

Before being struck down by fate, these unfortunate people must have prayed for someone to save them like her, but no one responded to them.

Politicians who thrive in power struggles, famous singers, world-renowned philanthropists, scientists who have made great contributions to the world... no matter whether these people are good or bad, there will definitely be more eyes on them than on themselves.

However, even their calls were not responded to. Why should a lonely "invisible person" like me think that someone would respond to me?

Goto Ichiri once saw the dead body of a cat on the river near his home. It was floating on the water, all its fur was wet by the river water, its tongue was stuck out of its mouth and hung limply outside, and its body was like a balloon filled with water and inflated.

Such a scene made her feel both pity and subconsciously scared.

When he thought about becoming like this in the future, Goto Ichiri felt sad for himself.

Will Qingjun see me like this? Will he feel sad for himself?

Goto Ichiri didn't want to leave an extremely ugly impression on Shirakawa Haru at the end of her life. She closed her eyes and could feel her hair becoming wet due to the moisture.

But she's not invisible, is she? Even though 99% of the world doesn't know her, doesn't care about her, and can't hear what she says, there are always people around her who are willing to sit down and listen to her complaints. These people might be her best friends, her family, or even that one person she can't name but whose thoughts make her blush and her heart skip a beat.

Goto Ichiri opened her eyes, wondering why she hadn't fallen into the river yet.

In Goto Ichiri's eyes, the river was rapidly moving away from her, the strong wind blew her pink hair, and then she bumped into a warm and broad chest.

Goto Ichiri lay there aggrieved like a wounded little animal. She could hear her heart beating violently in her chest, and tears fell uncontrollably from her eyes.

Shirakawa Haru's vicious voice came to her ears.

"Goto Ichiri, do you know that if I hadn't found you, you would have died here today!"