People in Tokyo, the world is clear

"This kind of music demands a majestic and lingering voice, perhaps with a hint of smoky hoarseness, evoking the image of a glass bottle of bubbling soda under the intoxicating light of day. It's as if you see a girl with tanned skin and red lips, clutching a mosquito coil in the brilliant sunshine, willing to die for love."

"Then here comes the question. Qingshan, your singing style is soft and pure. It's like the warm spring light upon waking up, or the quiet yet striking morning streets after a rainy night. If you used that voice to sing city pop music, what would it sound like? Think about it."

The question raised made Qingshan Xiazhi blink and start to ponder.

The next comment made her lose control.

"I'll tell you the answer. If you do that, you'll end up like a girl in a school uniform with heavy makeup on, looking at you with a face full of feminine contempt, rudely spewing a cloud of white mist at you. Would you feel comfortable in that situation?"

Lin Sen looked over and saw the hurried shaking of his head.

"That's right. The girl in the sailor suit should have offered you sweet and sour orange soda and smiled sweetly. When you said goodbye hand in hand under the streetlight, she would have hugged you gently and kissed your cheek. That's her most beautiful look, isn't it?"

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She pondered again, then the girl, still covering her mouth, looked over with a thoughtful expression.

Lin Sen reached out and twisted her wrist, removing the language seal for her.

"You can talk now."

After he finished speaking, he waited for the girl's next words.

"Xiao Lin, what you mean is that I have to find a style that matches my voice?"

"Yes."

For a moment, the excitement seemed to vanish from the girl's body.

Sadly, it was short-lived.

After a few seconds, she leaned over the table, puffing up her face and continuing to look depressed.

"But it's not that easy. Besides, with my little girl's broken voice, is there really a song that suits me?"

"My assessment is, yes. And a lot."

Then piles of tapes were dumped onto the table, and a portable tape recorder was pushed over.

"Click."

Press the button and the tape port pops out.

"It's all here."

Qingshan Xiazhi put his hands on his hips indignantly, "Xiaolin always talks so nicely. Most of the best-selling songs on the market in the past two years are here. Why don't you find me a song I can sing!"

He looked over unconvinced, but saw only a calm smile on the face of the young man sitting opposite him.

He picked up a tape at random, put it on the tape recorder, and pushed it back in untouched.

"I have a hard time finding it among these. But it's easy to find this kind of song from my head."

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Miss Qingshan's pupils dilated again.

The young man sitting there took off his backpack and took out paper and pen.

His face shone brightly in the dim light.

For some reason, something called inspiration and confidence surged in his eyes that sparkled.

It was as if an invisible spring of water was flowing down his arms and finally falling on his fingertips.

The ink appears little by little as you wave it.

In an instant, long and short sentences were like natural articles, and with the help of that ordinary ballpoint pen, a good piece about music was completed.

It was handed to her.

Qingshan Xiazhi felt a sudden surge of anticipation in his chest.

It was like opening some treasure, and excitement and thrill filled my heart.

The girl lowered her head and read the contents of the paper as if she were to perform a pilgrimage.

Then, her expression gradually became blurred, then shattered into disbelief.

Finally, it turns into this question:

"So, why did Kobayashi-san suddenly write a haiku for me?"

Lin Sen trembled.

"Haiku is fine. These are the lyrics to a song."

"What about the notes?"

Qingshan Xiazhi looked over again, but only got a righteous expression.

"That is to say, I don't know music."

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After a brief silence, a hand slammed the manuscript down on the table.

What greeted me was Miss Aoyama's frantic expression.

"So, if you're just writing some lyrics, don't put on that big-money expression! You're making people wait so long!!!"

"I'll pay attention next time."

"Really."

He went back to the room, and the girl who brought out the guitar brought some paper and pen to him.

Pouting:

"I want to see what song you play so well, Xiaolin, that's perfect for me."

"I will definitely not let you down."

"bring it on."

She tightened the string a little, but couldn't help muttering.

"I'll try my best to find the sheet music. Damn, this kind of musical talent that can hum beautiful songs without knowing the music is really enviable..."

The hands kept moving.

He pricked up his ears to carefully identify the song played by the refreshing male voice, then frowned, reached out and tried to use the guitar to confirm the range of the sound, and finally wrote down the specific tone.

The young man sitting opposite will then correct the specific intonation, complete the proofreading of the lyrics and music, and return it after completion.

I couldn't help but cover my mouth and sneer on the way.

"I mean, Xiaolin, the way you hummed them one by one slowly was really silly."

It was a very hard job, so it was completed relatively easily.

At the end, the girl looked at the music score that had been dug out and stretched her body with a sense of accomplishment.

"You can try it."

The young man sitting opposite him held his chin with his hand and said, "I'll try to be as accurate as possible. That's roughly how it's sung."

"what?"

Qingshan Xiazhi lowered his head and took another look at the few simple musical notation symbols.

Then he looked up and looked back.

"Where's the accompaniment?"

"There's nothing I can do about this."

Lin Sen shrugged. "The version of this song in my dream had a piano as the backing track, and there was also an electronic track. I can't remember it clearly. My personal ability is only to reproduce the singing tone for you. You can sing it a cappella first, and then add your own backing track."

"this..."

"Just give it a try."

Obviously, the girl was forced into a job.

I could only look at the young man's determined face with a little doubt and hesitation, and then look back at the lyrics in front of me that had been tuned.

A concrete melody gradually began to play in my mind.

Then, slowly, slowly immerse yourself in it:

[Like sinking and melting,]

[Under the vast night sky, where only you and I are...]

......

At the beginning, it was just sung timidly and quietly.

However, as I read the lyrics on the paper, the surrounding environment began to blur.

The numbers on the text began to jump in a trance, gradually twisting and reorganizing, condensing into more beautiful notes, combining into a long river of music, rushing towards you in a shallow vitality.

Suddenly there was a sense of soul connection.

Involuntarily, as if helped by God, a sudden enlightenment surged in the girl's heart.

It was as if, from the very beginning, the song had been engraved in her soul.

It is an ethereal state, oblivious to the surroundings.

Suddenly, an inexplicably familiar piano background music and a drum kit wrapped in a soft tone rang in my ears.

As if she should have heard and sang such a song.

The girl spoke naturally.

Use a shallow tone to gently hum the place where your eyes are looking:

[From the day we met, you have taken away my whole heart...]

[You, entangled in the misty air, yet your eyes seem so lonely...]

The dome at dusk seemed to appear before me.

A lone figure stood in the dome as the sun set. Standing before him was his lover, whose shape was blurred and whose face had a depressed and lonely expression.

"..."

Suddenly, a strong sense of empathy arose.

Yes.

In this world where the hands of time spin and time flies.

In this life full of cruel and harsh sounds.

Every time I endure the bitterness, every time I touch the coldness of the darkness.

The girl named Qingshan Xiazhi always couldn't help crying as described in this poem.

She pursued her dream but failed.

Running around for a living and pursuing my dreams in this cold Tokyo, I am so exhausted every day that I can hardly hold on.

But I can only struggle in the pain of failure again and again.

"I've had enough!"

"I'm already exhausted!"

Novel No.9

I always roar in my heart, unable to extricate myself from the hustle and bustle day after day.

It's painful when you're awake, and numb when you're drowsy.

It is because I am tortured by this real pain, and because what is before me is the endless, empty, lonely night.

I can’t see a bright future. I can’t wait for that shining dawn, so I feel hopeless.

Thinking of this, the girl's singing from the heart became more coherent and beautiful.

The ethereal singing voice also carries a hint of sadness.

The expression on her face was one of depression and dejection.