Heavy girl? I feel worse than Black Hole Trigger!

The man looked straight toward the center of the audience.

Let that dazzling smile be deeply engraved in someone's heart.

"Please listen."

"——サマータイムレコード〉 (summer time record)."

Lost Star Chapter 94 Summer Time Record: Chapter Description

"Start playing the piano after you finish talking."

Shiina Riki had heard Bao Dengzeli give such advice to Yao Lanna more than once.

It's really not easy to control this free-spirited girl.

——At that time, Li Xi just thought so lightly.

But now she understood that it was not just a kind of discipline.

The next second after the man read out the song title with a smile on his face, the petite girl smiled wildly in the spotlight, letting the guitar pick in her hand bounce freely. The crisp string sound was like clouds floating in a sunny day, or like the wind flowing by the stream in the afternoon, as if to sweep away the slightly dull air in the exhibition hall.

After two sections of the melodious melody, the bass sound filled in the low notes as the man's fingers plucked the strings.

Just like the last LIVE, the guitar first covered up the missing rhythm with an overwhelmingly dense melody, but the bass followed closely behind and filled the music that should have belonged to the drums with more complex syllables - as if the song itself was not designed that way, but more like the two people on the stage were supporting each other with the strings in their hands.

Then, the man silently took a step forward and opened his lips to the microphone:

"It was sunny yesterday and today, staring at the cumulonimbus clouds."

"It's a sleepy sunny day, slowly close your eyes"

His fingers didn't stop playing, and the bass still provided a steady rhythm.

The guitar, which seemed calmer than the prelude, seemed to be asking, wondering if he could balance playing and singing. He simply responded to the girl's concern with his usual gentle voice:

"'That' seems so simple, I can't just recall it like that."

"As I get older, I'm completely immersed in it. ...Ahh."

He sang a song about sunny days, but his gentle voice sounded as if it was still raining.

There was no extra lighting performance, the spotlight simply illuminated the two people on the stage.

The man in the center of the stage looked up at the light, but it was as if he was looking up at the clear sky after the rain; in the rain-drenched afternoon, in the chaotic cloudy sky, there was no one around him, only a ray of dawn that painfully reminded him of his youth.

"While pretending to be an adult, an incredible signal was sent out."

"'Go ahead, today is also a war,' face the front, clasp your hands tightly."

"——It's natural to be unreasonable. Alone, forced."

"I'm confused and I seem to be getting depressed."

The bass suddenly became disordered at the last syllable of the lyrics, and then the originally high and clear guitar melody switched to a softer and longer tone, and then the man's low singing voice like a poetic chant began:

"Part the tall grass and gaze at the sun shining through"

"You, you said that—"

He looked up seemingly casually.

That smile seemed to have been seen in the spring sunshine.

"'Come over if you feel lonely.'"

The door of memories seemed to be knocked at this moment.

...But the next moment, she was locked in by the man's still gentle singing.

"The noise is knocking at the door. Even the feelings that are born..."

"Appears and withers in the mind"

“‘Is this an illusion?’

He was clearly standing on the bright stage.

The shadow is clearly hidden deep beneath the stage.

It is obvious that strange figures fill the seats around me, and it is obvious that those notes and lyrics never belonged to me.

But I couldn’t help but think—he was singing our story.

"Gathering in a secret base, 'What a joy!'"

"Let's recall those days and chat about them together?"

"The airplane cloud is getting farther and farther away, 'It's so dazzling' so weeping"

"What was your expression at that time?"

"Why? I can't remember anymore..."

……

Shiina Riki clutched his chest tightly.

The dress she liked was pulled hard by her hands, leaving wrinkles that were difficult to smooth out.

After the chorus ended, Bao Dengzheli took a step back from the microphone and looked sideways at Kaname Lenai. They both showed innocent smiles, as if they were purely immersed in the music and the performance.

It was as if they were simply singing a meaningless song, as if they were simply enjoying the moment.

So where do the emotions that are surging in my heart now come from?

Why are those images constantly appearing in my mind?

"Shiina-san, I want to invite you to join the band!"

There was a smile that had long since turned yellow in the light, as if being washed by the song and the melody, and once again revealed her dazzling brilliance from the very beginning.

Ahhh.

Shiina Riki had already understood it.

I was attracted by the words of the lights, by the songs of the lights, that is no lie.

But that is definitely not because of how beautiful the words in the lyrics are or how rich the techniques in the song are.

just.

"If you feel lonely, come over here."

I was just like the lamp, who was brought out of the invading loneliness by someone that day.

Pretending to be an adult in loneliness, I was drawn in by an uncanny signal. From my own world, I was unreasonably and forced—

"From now on, we are an orchestra, playing music together, a community with a shared destiny!"

I'm so happy. It's just so simple.

If it were now. If it were with them.

It's so dazzling. But, I'm so envious.

If it was her. If it was with her...

……

I don't understand.

"The painful reality is catching up quickly"

————'I want to quit CRYCHIC.'

"The chosen day is one of those ordinary days that are about to collapse."

Is what you call fate something that can be discarded at will?

"Yesterday was also an overtime game."

“Even adults can be timid.”

"Now that things have come to this, I finally seem to have noticed it..."

In fact, she was as confused as Takamatsu Deng.

"IDEA of the rotating world."

In fact, she was also angry with Wakaba Mu.

"Dead sun, under the scorching sun"

……but.

"The sun flame is swaying—"

"'Don't forget, come on, move forward'"

The figures on the stage were blurred in the light.

The flickering sun rays pierced the sky in the sunless night.

"I have dreamed of tomorrow countless times, anxiously and anxiously"

"To that world where we can no longer return, but still have a future—"

The man smiled broadly at the audience, at her.

Too brilliant. Too bright.

But it seems as if she is overlapping with another girl at this moment.

“‘Let us change it.’”

……

In the song that resounded through my heart, someone leaned close to me.

Shiina Riki was almost a second late before turning his head to look.

The smile that overlapped with the stage in the illusion appeared incredibly real in this dim performance hall.

...Nagasaki Motoyo just gave her her usual smile, took a step back apologetically, and looked back at the stage.

But that profile that was so dazzling in the dim light has been completely remembered at this moment.

……

"'Recall it, even if it's over.

Whether it's a secret base or an adventure,

The story of that day when I accidentally stumbled upon it is also good."

Baodeng Zheli took a deep breath.

He finally let go of the bass fretboard and instead gripped the microphone on the stand.

"Gathering the lonely here, the children's great war"

"It's starting to turn again today—"

Without the bass buried in the background, his clear voice overwhelmed the melody, as if he was making a declaration to the world.

“'Again, Somewhere'”

The guitar melody suddenly became rapid, as if urging it at this moment.

And he plucked the strings again, pushing the song to its final climax...

"'It's so cool!' We said together, the summer sky was clear and transparent."

"To stop the tears, take a deep breath and say 'goodbye'"

"Gathering in a secret base, laughing together in the summer"

"'Can we recall each other somewhere and meet again?'"

"No matter how many times,"

"Go ahead and describe it..."

……

The singing voice that sounded like a cry gradually died down in the long melody.