I am the emotional sustenance of your deceased

The person in the mirror wasn't her! She, Chitose Noshiro, was just a high school girl! This mature, seductive villain, this chaotic, evil drunkard... wasn't her!

"I'm actually about to become the bad woman I hate..."

I…I can’t…No, I have to do this.

After hesitating for a moment, Chitose Noshiro pulled out a flat stainless steel wine flask from the cracks in people's hearts, unscrewed the lid, and poured several mouthfuls of high-concentration liquor into his body.

“Hiss…whoosh—”

Qiansui's face in the mirror quickly turned red, and the anxiety in her rosy eyes quickly faded.

Instead, it is as calm and confused as ever.

"Well, now... much better."

If your self-awareness when you're sober will hinder your plan, then use alcohol to help before you're ready to be a bad woman!

Chitose Noshiro adjusted her shirt and walked towards the office humming MCR's "Disenchanted."

……

STARY, we all love you.

"The next performance is..."

The yellow-haired lady on the stage was the host, and Chitose Noshiro had heard of her legend.

I once heard that there was a proprietress who brewed some rare fine wines in the basement. However, after accidentally sending her sister to the hospital due to drinking, she stopped brewing wine.

The proprietress is the host.

"What a shame, I'm really interested in those fine wines—"

Noshiro Chitose told Takamatsu Deng the rumors he knew. Deng didn't react much, but just tilted his head and said:

"Xiao Sui... I saw a rock on the grass at the door that looked like a dinosaur claw. Remember to pick it up later."

"Okay, okay, if I'm still awake in a while."

There was a green-haired guitarist performing a solo in the showroom today. It looked like super metal? It was pretty cool!

"Little Light, whoosh! Look what this is!"

Qiansui mixed several kinds of wine to make a cup of wine of unknown alcohol content, and brought it to Deng's mouth naturally.

"I can't drink anymore, or I'll—uh…"

I don't care if you like it or not! Idiot! I made this drink just to get you drunk! There's no point in refusing!

Chitose Noshiro is holding Takamatsu Touma in the corner. Touma is like a little goldfish. Whenever she burps, little bubbles come out of her mouth. She is so cute that makes people want to get her drunk again!

The plan to get them drunk was only half implemented, as another group of bands on the stage brought EMO rock that successfully captured the attention of Chitose Zou and Deng.

"Xiao Sui! Is this MCR's... 'Disenchanted'?"

"Yeah, it's fantastic! I'm glad you came tonight."

During the four minutes and fifty-five seconds of enjoying the music, rock music soothed the restlessness in Qiansui's heart, and she didn't even think about playing tricks on the lights for a second.

It sounds so good! Thank you, mom, for giving birth to me!

Huh? No!

I'm in a simulation! My mother is gone!

Wuuuuuu…Mom, I’ll find some time later and make a baby with Xiao Deng!

Name it after you! That way, even if I give birth to you, I'll let you listen to music!

"No, no, what am I thinking about... This is horrible."

Chitose patted her cheek gently, watching every move of Deng.

The desire in her pomegranate eyes is more dazzling and moving than the girl's innocent feelings.

"Xiao Deng? Are you envious?"

"Envy? What, what?" Gao Songdeng was frightened and his head felt dizzy.

"Xiao Deng, do you also want to perform on stage? Hehe..."

"I'm not, I didn't. The only thing I can't do is this!"

“But I’m really envious.”

"I... eh?"

"As for me, I want to perform on stage. I want to use music to inspire more people's hope in life, just like the legends from the band MCR, and spread... the true spirit of punk!"

"I...I can't do it, I..."

"Come on, come on! Xiao Deng! It will definitely be fun!"

Qiansui grabbed Deng's wrist, but Deng didn't dare to look directly into Qiansui's passionate eyes.

It was the intermission of the performance. Although there was no music, the crowd was so enthusiastic that everyone was noisy and no one noticed what two young girls who had just got off work were doing in the corner.

The temptation of the wine and the noise of the crowd brought back all the painful memories of Gao Songdeng's past.

No one healed her wounded heart during her adolescence, so even after she grew up, became an adult, started working and making money, she was still tormented by the pain of her youth.

The blue-haired girl with twin tails, whose face was already blurred in my mind, spoke the words of judgment in a cold tone:

[Deng, you are the one who needs the most practice! ]

"I really can't do it... Sorry, Xiao Sui! I need to go out and get some fresh air..."

Gao Songdeng broke free from the gentle hand, pushed through the crowd and disappeared into the performance hall.

"Hey? Hey! Don't run so fast!"

This was the first time Chitose had seen the lights in this state, and it was the only place that was beyond her [script].

"However, I feel like using it would enhance my storyline even further."

Qiansui drank the wine in the glass in one gulp and walked towards the door.

There was a lingering scent of lamplight in the wine, making it even softer.

Ch22. I will replace alcohol and make you happy

When Chitose Noshiro found Takamatsu Touma again, it was in the grass outside the underground exhibition hall.

The little fool is looking at the stone facing the unchanging moon.

That stone is so strange, it really looks like a dinosaur's claw.

"Xiao Deng! Are you okay?"

Deng was sitting on the grass with his knees hugged. Qiansui's hand passed under Deng's knees and picked up Takamatsu Deng in one go.

"!!!"

"Xiao-Xiao Sui! Put me down... This feels weird."

I've seen this pose in a naughty movie before! The next move is to take off your pants backwards! So scary!

"You idiot! You just ran so fast, like a little rabbit. Now I picked you up in such a mess, you're also like a little rabbit. From now on, just call me the cute little lamp...Rabbit Lamp!"

"Wu...don't call me that, I can't stand it..."

"You can't stand it and you're running away? Idiot, I'm not teasing you anymore."

After taking a short rest on a bench by the roadside, Chitose Noshiro put down the lamp.

"Xiao Deng, is there something on your mind? I'm sorry, I think I offended you a little bit just now."

"No, no! I just..."

I'm just mentally ill.

Ten years later, I still feel sad, and memories are still brought back to me… Am I really sick? Why can't I get over it?

"Do you have any stories to tell, Xiao Deng?"

Qiansui narrowed his eyes and smiled softly, placing his left hand on Deng's hand.

The small bare hand stacked on top of another small hand gave Gao Songdeng an unprecedented feeling.

Do you want to tell it out?

This wasn't a serious matter at all, it was just a normal breakup of a big band like Girls' Generation.

It's the alcohol that makes the lights a little sensitive today.

Telling your own story...will it make Chitose laugh?

"I won't laugh at the lamp."

The girl who was as dazzling as a star even in the dark night spoke.

"I will listen to your concerns very carefully and help you solve your problems, just like alcohol..."

Noshiro Chitose blew hot air into Takamatsu Touma's ear:

"Remember what I said about the spiral of happiness? Let me take over the drinks for a while and let the lights enter the stage where you forget your worries."

"I... um... okay."

It's the taste.

There's a subtle aroma in any drink...it's the flavor of Chitose Noshiro.

The strange fragrance calmed Deng down. She kept rubbing the stone in her hand, trying to sort out her thoughts as much as possible.

"so…"

What exactly is the so-called "normal" or "should"?

……

My name is Takamatsu Deng, I’m 26 years old, and I’m a corporate slave who likes to drink.

The so-called normal world is so far away from me.

The light and shadow of spring seem like a dream, and eventually disappear in the scorching heat of summer.

I...really! I really want to...become a human.

I have been having a dream since many years ago.

In the dream, I turned into a gray butterfly.

I was trapped in a child's glass jar, and it was a beautiful blue butterfly that fought tooth and nail to free me.

She is like a ray of light that illuminates my path and warms my stone heart like a warm spring day.

At the end of the dream, a blue butterfly led me to a sea of ​​flowers. It said that this was a utopia where all butterflies would be happy, and that it was its dream to create this sea of ​​flowers that represented a community of shared destiny.

Then she flew away, leaving me alone.

What a dazzling spring day, what a gorgeous and beautiful spring...but she is gone.

I can't remember what she looks like anymore. Time has made me forget her shortcomings and appearance.

I lost my way.

I was wandering around in confusion.

It's like I can't fly anymore.

Please don't let go, please! Please don't leave...

I woke up from the dream with only these words repeating in my mind.

The poor guy who didn't cry out loud that day woke up to find his pillowcase soaked with tears.

She said that the poems I wrote were a kind of silent songs, and they were best when sung.

Those words really flew out of my mouth with the wonderful accompaniment...

I want to sing for the world to hear, and I also want to sing for myself.

I want to sing with you all my life, but time tells me that this is just a foolish dream.

I am twenty-six years old. I am not a little girl anymore. I have seen through everything.