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"Is Kobayashi-san's mother a singer?"

"Just a music lover."

This time, the story describes the mother of Xiao Linsen, the original incarnation of this world.

The casual answer actually piqued the girl's interest.

"Is there a chance for me to meet my aunt?"

"She's gone."

This calm tone finally scared the gossipy person.

The girl shuddered and subconsciously took a step back.

Guilt piled up on his face:

"Yeah, sorry."

"this is nothing."

Shaking his head, Lin Sen plucked a few meaningless chords and tightened the strings.

Turn sideways and lean on a nearby railing.

Dalie demonstrated how to play the piano to the girl who was afraid to speak again.

"This song is called 'Thank You.' My mother taught me the melody, and I wrote the lyrics in my dream. Anyway, the song has nothing to do with me. Please don't take it as mine."

"...knew."

"It tells the story of a wanderer struggling outside, and it's dedicated to my mother. Don't mind if my singing isn't good."

After a brief explanation, the young man stopped talking and began to hum softly along with the accompaniment.

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Of course, the sound is not as unbearable as he modestly claims.

On the contrary, he seemed like a natural singer. His voice was not deep and rich, or screaming, which was in line with the mainstream of this era. Instead, it was a kind of melancholy, gentle and clean voice.

Qingshan Xiazhi certainly didn't know that this male singing style would become the mainstream of this country's new century music scene in the future.

She just felt that the young man in front of her sang really beautifully.

Especially during the chorus.

He looked up at the sky, his indifferent eyes making him incomprehensible.

But he sang simple and pure sentences:

[You told me, an unreliable person, not to do anything that would make you regret.]

[Your gentle words brought me warmth, and your smile back then...]

[I have always kept it in my mind and have never forgotten it.]

[Now, from the bottom of my heart, I want to say thank you.]

Slowly unraveling the story hidden in the fog, a slight touch of emotion flows in my heart.

So, he, Xiao Linsen.

He obviously has incredible musical talent and has written so many beautiful songs.

When it opens, it always makes people cry.

But he is always unwilling to admit it or step into the field of music.

Could it be because of his deceased mother?

Speculation makes the silhouette under the sunset glow even more lonely.

But it is also more vivid and real.

Standing in front of him, the girl with a ponytail put her hands behind her back and pursed her lips.

There was clear approval in his eyes, as well as hidden envy and curiosity.

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so.

You possess a musical talent and ability that I envy so much. What is that dream you hold deep within your heart, the one you won't share with anyone else?

Who and what is it related to...

I really want to know, my fellow...

Kobayashi, Sen.

Chapter 57: The Power of Silence

The meeting to divide the spoils was scheduled for 11:30 p.m.

It's rare for five night owls to get together under the same roof.

She had changed into formal home clothes, but her hair was still wet from the shower.

Occasionally, I would comb my hair casually with my slender fingers, and the faint lavender fragrance would linger on the wind coming in through the window gap, playing at the tip of my nose reluctantly.

It looks like I just changed my shampoo.

"I'll take half of the cat strips, and you and Kurosawa can split the rest. And this medicine for rickets, since the milk tea is here, Kurosawa's share can be put with me as well. Is that okay?"

"Hey hey hey."

"Kurosawa!"

The helpless cry did not wake up the big wild dog who was happily playing with the Scottish Fold cat.

She was rubbing her face against the back of the cat in her arms, laughing foolishly.

This caused the little Milk Tea in his arms to put on a world-weary face, and he patted the big head of the golden retriever with his little paws.

Obviously, it can't dampen someone's enthusiasm for petting cats.

"She obviously didn't hear what you said, Ito. My assessment is, don't even think of her as someone worth discussing."

"what."

The girl with short hair covered her forehead and couldn't agree more.

I had no choice but to skip the topic and rummage through another bag.

"There seems to be a lot more cat litter and cat food than expected?"

While flipping through the bag, I caught a glimpse of the invoice at the bottom of the bag.

I calculated the price and found it was a figure far exceeding the limit.

She looked up and stared at the young man sitting next to her.

"The mall just happened to be having an event."

He waved his hand casually, turned his eyes away, and poked the little orange cat that was sleeping happily on the table. The cat started up and stretched and jumped off the table.

The instinct formed by long-term habit of careful budgeting made Ito Xiguo realize that something was wrong.

There is Golden Week next month, so this is definitely not the right time to have a promotion.

So, apart from the share of the big dog that was going crazy next to me, I also paid a lot of money.

The burning gaze was staring at someone, almost making them feel uncomfortable, but the girl lowered her head, curled the corners of her mouth, and then smoothed them back down.

Can also understand.

Let it be.

Because, if I were in the other person's shoes, I would definitely secretly pay more money.

Before they knew it, Ito Nishika and Kobayashi Mori had gradually become friends who understood each other very well.

Of course, there was an unspoken silence between them.

Unfortunately, the warm and peaceful atmosphere did not last long.

When they parted ways, the joyful attack was quickly directed at a certain idiot who had sneaked over just to attract cats.

"This is cat food. It's not good for people to eat. Kurosawa has to keep it in the cabinet at home. Don't try to eat it when you're hungry. Got it?"

"Why don't you just stay with Ito? I have a feeling she'll confuse this with something like potato chips."

"Senior, what you mean is that sometimes when you wake up hungry, you will eat without thinking?"

"Probably."

The two of them sang in unison, causing Miss Dog to dance and perform karate on the spot.

"Stupid, idiot! What do you take me for? A child who can't take care of himself? I'm an adult!"

The ineffective rebuttal was quickly met with sharp criticism from Ms. Ito.

She tilted her head:

"So, Miss Kurosawa, who is good at taking care of herself, how long have you been wearing this set of home clothes?"

"!"

"It seems like it was just three days ago."

Lin Sen's addition made someone's face turn red.

"You're mistaken! I actually have three identical sets, and I change them every day!"

Unable to stand any longer, he scurried back to the messy little house.

"Snapped!"

The door closed. After a while, the faint sound of water splashing could be heard from inside.

Obviously, only a level of stimulation that breaks down defenses can make the sloppy neighbor pay attention to his personal image.

It can't be said to be endless.

By the time the sound of water died down, the clock hands had passed twelve o'clock.

a new day.

The cat was probably the first to know the news.

At night, Xiaoju gradually regained his energy and jumped onto the small cabinet against the wall, scratching and scrabbling at the windowsill. When the young man came to open the window, he was startled and ran away, tapping the ground with his claws.

Then he walked back cautiously with his head lowered.

"Meow~"

I picked up the playful little orange and put it on the windowsill, sticking its head out.

Looking down, I saw a thin lamp with white insects circling and flapping around it.

Two vending machines were hidden in the narrow corridor between the buildings. The buttons under the bottles and cans flickered on and off, like the numb and ordinary lives that passed through the city.

Behind the vending machine, a large electrical box was squeezed against the wall. There was barely any room left, yet a cherry tree stood upright next to it.

The petals fluttered, brushed against the square box, hit the lit vertical billboard on the side, and finally fell to the ground, turning into a quiet white speck that was different from the flying insects in the air.

The sound of wind rustles in my ears, stripping away life and time bit by bit.

My mood should have become heavy and depressing, but when I turned my head to follow the direction of the wind, I was suddenly startled.

The distorted but clear picture is reflected through the oblique glass.

The silhouette of a girl lies quietly in front of the window, with a cat in her arms, both of them looking out with their heads tilted.

Her short hair was still scattered and mostly dry, and there was a reflection of the Milky Way in her eyes.

The cyan pajamas were loose on her body, but the pleated pajamas were close fitting.

The fair and cute right foot was placed on top of the other foot, and the toes were raised and lowered, slowly beating the beat of some unknown song.

The moonlight is bright and clear.

The Scottish Fold cat in my arms silently wagged its tail.

The stars tear the night sky apart with their light.