I have a lot of green plums

On the way home, April Yuzhi was a little listless. After Igarashi Suzune, he tried to ask other teachers to listen to their humming. In the end, he even asked Teacher Uesugi, but he still couldn't get the result he wanted.

It seems like I really have to do it myself.

After returning home with the girls, Siyue Yuzhi did not try it right away, but went next door to help first.

Today it was Auntie Lingna who cooked, and he was helping her.

Hum hum ~

While washing vegetables, he suddenly heard a gentle hum, which made him stand still for a moment.

Hum hum ~

The sound continued to come, and it seemed to be a folk song.

April Yuzhi couldn't help but look at Aunt Lingna beside him.

He seemed to have found it.

That voice that has gone through countless hardships but still faces life with gentleness.

"Auntie Reina, I need your help with something."

Chapter 82 Are you still alive?

"Eh? Can I really?"

Even though she accepted the commission after the boy's repeated requests, when it came to recording, Mudou Rena still felt a little unconfident.

It's true that she is a high school teacher, but she doesn't teach music and she doesn't know much about music.

Now that the boy asked her to play music, she was really worried that she would mess it up.

"You just need to hum along with the rhythm just now. It's very simple."

April Yuzhi spoke to comfort her, indicating that Wutang Lingna didn't need to worry.

"Well, okay." After hearing what the boy said, Wutang Lingna finally had to put aside her worries.

"Then please start talking into the microphone."

In order to complete this song, April Yuzhi spent a huge amount of money to buy a set of second-hand recording equipment at the beginning of the creation. Even a simple sound card and microphone cost him tens of thousands of yen, and now it is finally coming in handy.

"Then I'll start. If anything goes wrong, remember to stop."

"Yeah." Si Yueyuzhi nodded, then turned around and reminded the girls who were watching: "If you want to watch, don't make any noise."

He doesn't have a dedicated recording studio, so he can only record in his own room.

The girls nodded one after another without making any sound, but their eyes were shining as they looked at their mother.

That’s great, they also want to participate in Yuzhi’s music and want to help him.

It’s just that I think their voices are too childish, so I let them talk when they grow up.

Even the sound of breathing was difficult to hear in the quiet room, but soon an extremely gentle humming reached everyone's ears.

Si Yueyuzhi couldn't help holding her breath when she heard this gentle voice.

Yes, it was exactly the voice in his memory. No, he thought it was even more beautiful because he knew everything this woman had been through.

Because the melody of the whole song is the same, you only need to record a small part of it, and you can process the rest yourself.

But that would lose some of the gentleness, and Auntie Rena seemed to be immersed in it, performing perfectly.

Two and a half minutes was very short, so short that it was over in a moment. But it was also very long, so long that even after the music ended, they were still immersed in it.

Wudou Lingna wiped her cheeks, which were already covered with tears without her knowing.

This song really touched her heart. When the soothing music echoed in her ears, scenes from the past came to her mind.

Five little lives, from birth to babbling, from crawling to staggering to walking, from the first call of "Mom" to the first "Thank you"...there are many, many things that she can never forget.

She has worked really hard over the years. While teaching that group of young children and raising five little lives, she dare not slack off at all.

Many, many years passed like this, and she watched them grow up. Whenever she saw them returning home in the sunset, with smiles on their faces and secretly working hard, she would feel warm in her heart.

But in fact, she was also very tired, because all the pressure was on her, which had already made her exhausted.

In her heart, she also wanted someone to walk through life with her, to be cared for, and to hold someone's hand as they walked into the sunset.

but.

She is really tired.

"mom!"

"mom!"

Wutang Lingna wiped her tears, but a series of calls came from beside her, followed by a soft and warm embrace.

Her daughters' voices were so childish, but hearing them filled her heart with energy.

Wutang Lingna reached out and took her five children into her arms.

Si Yueyuzhi was watching from the side, his eyes full of tenderness. This scene was the most beautiful scenery he had ever seen, and he wanted to paint them with his brush.

Without interrupting their embrace, Si Yue Yu Zhi sneaked out of the room. Music matters could be completed at any time, but such emotional outbursts were not always possible.

He believed that his music would definitely bring strength to the people affected by the disaster, because even the person who gave it soul was infected by it, right?

I quietly heated up the milk in the kitchen. After crying, I still need to replenish some water and nutrition.

Let's play this song to my mother. She will be very moved. In fact, my mother has also experienced many hardships, and her voice is very suitable for this song.

However, my mother is tone-deaf, so the music she makes probably won’t sound good.

Ah, it’s not that he dislikes his mother, but this is a song dedicated to people in misery, it must bring something to them.

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After April Yuzhi submitted the music on the official website and registered the copyright, he began to release the song on music websites for people to listen to.

At the same time, he also used it as background music, and edited various videos and photos of the disaster together and posted them on NicoNico.

——May all the beauty in the world be with you.

Taking advantage of the discussion about this disaster, his video has been viewed nearly 100,000 times in just two days, and has received a large number of comments and comments.

——What a gentle song.

—Does it come from heaven?

——I don’t know when I cried when I heard it, it’s incredible.

——Me too, I cried like a child while watching the video.

——I hope the people affected by the disaster can survive.

——Just like the title, I hope all the good things in the world will be with them.

——And us.

Watching the barrage of comments floating by, Siyue Yuzhi felt a slight sense of accomplishment in his heart. The power and hope that can make people feel is the meaning of the existence of this song.

Looking at the comment section, it is almost all positive reviews, with many praising the video and the music.

Of course, there are also people who ask what the BGM is, even though it is clearly marked in the introduction column.

——It is indeed April-sensei’s song. I am so moved.

——It tastes just the same as always, and it touches my body and soul just by listening to it.

——I am jealous of the teacher’s talent, this song is so suitable for him.

——I think the official should use April teacher’s song as the promotional song.

——Ten thousand times better than the songs on the charts!

Teacher April? These comments made April Yuzhi realize that she seemed to have a fan club, but she never seemed to care too much about it.

I glanced at the upper right corner and saw that there were already more than 50,000 fans.

This number should be the actual number of fans. After all, he is very lazy and the update frequency is insufficient. In recent months, he has only updated a few music clips in order to learn guitar and English. Therefore, those who can stay should be considered as those who really like his music.

With so many people paying attention to her, Si Yue Yu Zhi was wondering whether she should update more often in the future to live up to their expectations.

But after thinking about it carefully, he gave up the idea. No matter how good a work is, it takes time and experience to produce and polish it. Since they are looking forward to his work so much, he should respond to them with all his sincerity.

——Teacher April, thank you for your previous message. I was worried that I might have insulted your music, but you made me feel powerful.

Ok?

After seeing this comment, a question mark popped up in Siyue Yuzhi’s head.

Who is this guy with the ID Free Bird? And the previous message...

After thinking about it carefully, Si Yueyuzhi finally remembered that it seemed to be the blogger of a video he had seen before.

Ah, it’s not his fault that he is forgetful. During that period of time, I focused all my time and energy on making music and chose not to care about other things.

You don't have to take it too seriously this time, the other person's feelings have been conveyed well.

Si Yueyuzhi was really too lazy to interact with others online. It was a very troublesome thing for him.

But he has a lot of time today, so it would be a good idea to take this opportunity to deal with some private messages. Maybe he will receive some useful suggestions.

Thinking of this, Si Yue Yuzhi clicked on her homepage, and was dazzled by countless private messages.

There must be thousands of private messages here, and I definitely can’t read them all.

Si Yue Yu Zhi felt that something was a bit troublesome and wanted to back out, but her hand clicked on the first private message.

——Blogger, your song is amazing! It's just like Tiga himself!

——Blogger, the music is very nice, keep it up.

——Welcome to Australia...well, skip it.

——Click on the link and see my sister...block her.

——Hello, are you interested in joining our firm? Here is our contact information...

In April, I read more than a hundred private messages, which were mostly mixed, good and bad, and there were also a lot of advertisements.

This made him not want to watch any more.

Let’s look at the last one, pick it randomly, and close it after reading it no matter what it is.

With this thought in mind, Si Yue Yu slid the scroll wheel up and down twice, then closed his eyes and clicked on a private message.

Hope it's not an ad.

After opening his eyes and looking at the content of the private message, Siyue Yuzhi was glad that it was a normal private message.

May 5: Hello, blogger. Your music is very nice and touching.

May 5: Hello, blogger. I have been listening to your music recently, which makes me feel powerful.

May 5: Hello, blogger. I never get tired of listening to it no matter how many times I listen to it. I think I can stick to it!

These three were very ordinary greetings and thoughts, but April Yuzhi felt something strange in them.

It seems that the person who sent this private message is not from Japan, because there are many mistakes in the other party's language and it sounds a bit awkward to read.

This seems to be Japanese translated through translation software.

Although she didn't know what country the person who sent this private message was from, Siyue Yuzhi found the other party's behavior interesting and couldn't help laughing.

But soon, the smile on Siyue Yuzhi's face froze.

May 5: Hello, blogger. I seem to have broken my promise. Chemotherapy is really painful. Even your songs can't make me stick to it.

When Si Yueyuzhi saw this message, her heart suddenly tightened.

Hey, what's going on? How come a seriously ill person's favorite musical scene happened to him?

Not quite believing what the other person said, Si Yueyuzhi continued to flip through the pages. He would rather believe that the other person was lying than believe that the other person was really struggling with illness.

Because isn't this too much? A life died before his eyes.

June 6: Hello, blogger. I persevered this time. I requested for a long time before I was allowed to play on the computer. The first thing I did was to listen to your song. It is as beautiful as always. I am really grateful for your creation. But I don’t know when I will listen to it next time.