Green plums cannot become lovers.

"It was Sakura's own hard work; I just pointed it out."

Sakura ran over and looked up at him.

"Big brother, what's your name?"

An and Asuka were taken aback.

"I……"

He thought about it and decided to tell the truth.

"My name is Asuka."

Sakura was stunned.

She blinked, then blinked again.

Then--

"Eh?!?!"

Her voice almost shook the entire park.

"Asuka?! That Asuka?! The Asuka who wrote 'Summer'?!"

"……Um."

"It's that bird I love the most?!"

"Probably."

Sakura was completely stunned.

She stared blankly at An and Asuka, her eyes widening and her mouth gaping open.

Then--

"Waaaaaahh ...

She grabbed An and Asuka's legs, so excited that she was incoherent.

"It's Asuka herself! The real Asuka! My favorite person! Oh my god!"

The other children were stunned.

An and Asuka were also somewhat taken aback by this sudden enthusiasm.

Kasumigaoka Utaha, sitting to the side, couldn't help but laugh out loud.

-

It was ten minutes later when Sakura finally calmed down.

She was holding a guitar, her eyes were still red, but her face was full of uncontrollable smiles.

"Brother Asuka, could you give me your autograph?"

"it is good."

Can I take a picture with you?

"it is good."

"Could...could you listen to me play 'Summer' once? I promise I'll play it well!"

"it is good."

Sakura took a deep breath, got into position, and played the piece earnestly once.

This time, she played very slowly, but she still got stuck in a few places. But she didn't give up; she would start over whenever she got stuck.

Finally, she managed to play it perfectly.

Although it is still not perfect and still has many flaws, she did it.

She looked up, her eyes sparkling as she gazed at An and the flying birds.

"How about it?"

An and Asuka looked at her and smiled.

"Very good." He encouraged the girl, a slight smile playing on his lips. "Much better than before."

Sakura paused for a moment.

Then he smiled.

-

It was already afternoon when I left the park.

Sakura and her friends escorted them all the way to the park entrance, waving goodbye with reluctance.

"Brother Flying Bird, you have to come play again!"

"Ah."

"I will practice the piano diligently!"

"it is good."

"I'll definitely play even better next time we meet!"

"I believe you."

Sakura waved vigorously until their figures disappeared around the street corner.

On the way back, An and Asuka walked side by side with Kasumigaoka Utaha.

The setting sun cast long shadows on them.

"Junior." Kasumigaoka Utaha suddenly spoke, her skirt swaying in a strange, inexplicable way.

"Ok?"

Are you happy today?

An and Asuka thought for a moment.

"Yeah." He nodded, looking relaxed. "I'm quite happy."

Kasumigaoka Utaha looked at him with a slight smile on her lips.

"Me too."

"Has the senior had an inspiration?"

"Got it, thanks to you."

"I?"

“Hmm.” Kasumigaoka Utaha nodded, but didn’t explain further.

She took out her phone from her pocket, found the photo she had taken that day, and showed it to An and Feibiao.

"look."

An and Asuka took the phone and looked at the photos on the screen.

In the photo, he is surrounded by a group of children, bending down to teach a little girl to play the guitar. The sunlight shines on him, making his features appear exceptionally soft.

On his face was a faint, genuine smile.

He froze for a moment.

"This is……"

“I took the picture,” Kasumigaoka Utaha said. “You were smiling very happily at that time.”

An and Asuka remained silent for a while.

Then, he smiled.

"Ah."

He returned the phone to her.

Kasumigaoka Utaha took the photo, looked at it, and then at the boy beside her.

"Birds".

"Ok?"

"Thank you."

An and Asuka turned to look at her.

"What are you thanking me for?"

"Thank you for coming out with me, thank you for letting me see all this."

She paused.

"Thank you... for being willing to show that smile."

An and Asuka remained silent.

He just smiled.

The two continued walking forward.

As the sun set lower and lower, it bathed the entire street in a golden-red hue.

-

When I returned to the guesthouse that evening, Machida Sonoko was already back.

She watched the two of them walk in together, her gaze sweeping over their faces before she smiled knowingly.

How was your day?

“Very good,” said Kasumigaoka Utaha.

"Found an inspiration?"

"found it."

"That's good." Machida Sonoko nodded, then turned to Anwa Asuka, "How about Asuka-kun? Are you tired today?"

"It's alright." Anhe Feibiao smiled and said, "I had a lot of fun playing with the kids all day."

"kid?"

"Yes, I met a little girl practicing guitar in the park. She's a fan of mine."

Machida Sonoko paused for a moment, then laughed.

"That's quite a coincidence."

"Yes."

After the three of them had dinner and chatted for a while, they went back to their rooms to rest.

-

In the room, An and Asuka lay on the bed, staring at the ceiling.

He remembered the little girl he had met in the park earlier that day.

I remember the way she hugged his leg and shouted, "You're my favorite person!"

I remember the light shining in her eyes when she practiced again and again and finally played the piece completely.

And then there were those little kids who didn't understand anything but watched intently.

He remembered that he had been like that a long time ago.

One person, one guitar, practicing over and over again.

There was no one watching, no one encouraging them, only walls and air.

But it's different now.

Some people will be happy because of the music he writes.

Some people will improve because of his little bit of guidance.