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Laugh out loud.

"Really... I accidentally said too much. Sorry, I took out the trash with you, Kobayashi-san. It's really wrong to make you listen to such weird words."

Qingshan Xiazhi held onto the wall and tried to stand up.

"Actually, it's nothing. I had anticipated this. I just kept lying to myself."

"My voice is poor, and I have no talent for composition. I'll just have to struggle for a few more years, and when the fire in my heart is almost extinguished, I can go back to the countryside to farm."

"Remember to leave your contact information when the time comes. I'll send you some local specialties from home, Xiaolin-san."

"Ha~"

"I'm going back now. It's getting late, Kobayashi-san, you should go home and get some rest too."

She finally turned around with a smile.

Shaking his body and staggering slightly.

Slowly leaving the sight of the person behind him.

just.

Just as he was about to step out of the alley.

The girl heard the sound of someone standing up behind her.

"Green Mountain."

"?"

Turning around, I was greeted by a can of drink that I had just placed next to me.

"what!"

Reach out and catch it.

He stared blankly at the young man in front of him with his hands in his pockets.

There was a solemn calm on his face.

It seems indifferent, but it contains an extremely firm power.

"That is to say, after you finish speaking, it should be my turn to speak."

"?"

Qingshan Xiazhi showed a puzzled expression.

She looked at the person in front of her who was frowning, and said his next sentence.

"You seem to have made a mistake. I must say that, in terms of musical talent alone, you, Qingshan Xiazhi, are no worse than anyone else."

It was an extremely firm tone.

"I'm not trying to comfort you, much less to joke with you. You must understand this."

"..."

While the girl was stunned, he saw the young man in front of him take two steps forward.

The moonlight half covered his face.

"If you don't believe me, I'll prove it to you. Want to try?"

Chapter 8 How can miracles not exist?

Lin Sen clenched the several line drawings he received in his hands.

He looked up at the 24-year-old girl who was sitting in front of him like a student waiting for instruction.

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His dark eyes flickered with anxiety and tension under the dim light of the rental house.

"So, how about this song I wrote?"

The cabin doesn't have much space.

Cheap storage boxes were everywhere in the living room, the blackness of cassette tapes peeking through the clear plastic.

In the dimly lit environment, Lin Sen placed the music score in his hand on the table.

So under the gaze of Qingshan Xiazhi, the young man in the darkness suddenly sighed deeply, revealing a terrifying sighing expression.

"That is to say, Qingshan, haven't I emphasized this to you many times?"

"This is your music score."

The tone of impending storm made the girl who handed over her work reverently so nervous that she almost used her toes to expand her house into a three-bedroom, two-living room building.

Want to criticize?

Do you want to deny it?

Or is it that the composing ability and musical talent displayed in it are beyond saving?

Qingshan Xiazhi cast a helpless look at the judge on the other side, waiting for the order of execution.

Then, finally.

Trembling, she waited anxiously for these words:

"I can't understand."

"."

“I don’t know music!!!”

The young man roared and threw the paper onto the table.

"Can you please stop imagining me as a musical genius?"

"But that's the truth."

After a little grievance, the girl's expression quickly turned into a tentative one.

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She glanced over.

"So, Xiaolin really can't even read the musical notation?"

"Yes."

Lin Sen nodded.

Then he saw a small expression of envy and jealousy.

The girl sitting opposite lowered her head to hide her expression.

Muttering softly.

"Damn it! Even without knowing music, he can still play such a natural and beautiful tune. Is this a gift from God?"

It seems that the misunderstanding cannot be resolved.

Lin Sen had no choice but to let it go.

Then bring the topic back on track.

He sat upright, prompting the girl opposite him to also straighten her posture.

"Don't feel sorry for yourself, Qingshan. In fact, from my point of view, your vocal conditions and creative ability are very good."

Lin Sen's comment caused the girl to wave her hands repeatedly.

"Xiao Lin, there's no need to flatter me so forcefully. I know my own worth."

She lowered her head and bit her lip.

"If I really had talent, I wouldn't still be so disliked as a bar singer."

Then he counted his faults on his fingers.

"Some people say my voice is unpleasant, and that when I sing I sound like a child who hasn't grown up yet. It's completely different from how I talk normally..."

"I said, Qingshan."

Lin Sen tried to interrupt.

Sadly, it's totally useless.

The other party was obviously trapped in a vortex of self-denial again and began to create a jade-girl mentality for herself.

"Some people also think that my singing voice is weird and annoying, just like a weird person..."

"And then, it's not just my original songs that are rejected, but my covers are also criticized as terrible. I feel like, even though I try so hard, it's like I just don't have a connection with music."

"But I always have unrealistic fantasies. I think that one day I'll be able to improve to an astonishing level, and I keep deceiving myself again and again. However, if I keep doing this, there will always be a day when I can't hold on..."

The volume of his mumbling grew smaller and smaller, his head lowered, and his tone sounded lost and sad.

Until a palm slammed hard on the table, scaring the girl.

This frightened the girl, who was almost in tears, and she raised her head again.

Then, Qingshan Xiazhi saw an angry face.

"from now on,"

Lin Sen said, "Keep this posture, don't say a word, don't interrupt me once. Otherwise, I will stand up right now, turn around and leave your house, and we will never talk again."

The threatening request obviously frightened the girl.

He looked over blankly, then curled up in the dim darkness, not daring to move again.

Finally, there was some space to communicate with her normally.

Lin Sen raised his finger.

"First, let me tell you something, Qingshan. Your musical talent is excellent. You could even say it's top-notch."

Obviously, it touched the girl's sore spot again.

She sounded like she wanted to open her mouth to refute immediately, but because of the threat just now, she could only cover her mouth with her hands, her face flushed red.

well.

Watching this action, Lin Sen raised his second finger.

"Secondly, the comments you've been fretting about from the other listeners are, if not indisputable, pure bullshit. This, along with the other one above, is a double take. Remember this."

After saying that, Lin Sen looked straight at the girl at the opposite table with wide eyes.

"Then, here's a question. With your talent and hard work, why is everything like this? You want to know, right?"

"!"

It was a nodding motion like pounding garlic, which made Lin Sen clench his left fist hidden under the table with satisfaction.

it is good.

I no longer deliberately dwell on or deny the two compliments mentioned above.

Once the seeds of confidence are planted, all you need to do is water them with nutrients.

Lin Sen put his raised fingers away, placed his hands on the table, leaned forward, and gave an unquestionable command.

"That's the point I want to tell you. Qingshan, do you know what the best feature of your singing voice is?"

"?"

The girl tilted her head and looked at him in confusion.

Then she got an answer that made her eyes widen.

“Warm, pure, and ethereal.”

Lin Sen folded his hands and supported his chin.

"Then, let me ask you again, do you know what the current popular style of music is that gives people the greatest feeling?"

This time, before the girl could react, Lin Sen snapped his fingers first.

"It's decadence and romance. More specifically, it's the soft cashmere in old movies, the cologne, the dazzling sunlight and the bustling traffic captured in black and white, and the youth that seems like yesterday."