People in Tokyo, the world is clear

But when he was struggling to see, understand and absorb the next sentence, he was suddenly stunned.

In an instant, the words seemed to have endless power, bringing something that would never disappear.

Knocking on the heart.

Makes a crisp, firm sound.

[But if we are two people, we can definitely find our own ordinary joy...]

That is, hope.

It is the power of holding each other tightly, erasing sorrow, and facing vulnerability.

Then, as if possessed by a demon, his fingertips plucked the guitar strings twice.

The girl almost concentrated all her strength to sing the next line.

Natural and smooth:

[Even those closed days that I want to forget completely,]

[I will also melt it with the warmth of my embrace.]

[There is nothing to be afraid of. Until the dawn comes again...]

[Let us hold each other tightly!]

The singing voice is no longer restrained.

By the last paragraph, there is a surge of indescribable emotions.

It is a performance that is close to the future singer of this song, but with a new style that is hard to describe.

"You, who have lost your smile in the hustle and bustle of the day, are incredibly charming in my eyes."

"The tears that well up in the dark night that never breaks will disappear because of your smile..."

"When I cry in these monotonous days, you gently guide me towards tomorrow."

"Like a melting addiction, the lingering mist finally dissipated."

"In these closed days when I want to forget everything, I hold tightly the hands you hold out to me."

"A cool breeze rushed across the night sky..."

"Don't let go of the hands that are tightly held."

"Let's..."

"Bravely heading into the night..."

In the end, Lin Sen, who had remained silent, heard the sound of a guitar falling to the ground.

Tears seeped out from between the fingers that were tightly covering her face.

The girl's body was shaking.

At this moment, the strong emotions accumulated in my heart burst out deeply.

It lights up the dark heart that is in pain, lost, desperate, but always longs for fairy tales.

"Thank you, Xiaolin..."

Qingshan shed tears wantonly during the summer solstice.

“I really like this song.”

This book will be updated for free today and tomorrow

To be honest, the process of writing this book was difficult.

But online writing is a process-free endeavor. The result is that the performance of this book is terrible, and it continues to decline.

I'm really sorry, but it's a done deal.

Failure isn't unacceptable, it just hurts. Along the way, I've received a lot of encouragement from friends, but I've also received a lot of harsh criticism.

I'm a very emotional person, and even the slightest criticism can make me very sad.

I really hope to write something that everyone will like.

What keeps me going is my love for this story.

I really tried my best to perfect it and shape it. I just hope to get some likes and support, which is the strongest and only motivation that supports my creation.

When I first started creating, I would read the interesting posts and comments over and over again. That was when I was happiest.

But now, there are fewer and fewer interjections, and the ratings are continuing to decline.

I don't know why this happened. I thought about it for a long time, over and over again to make sure the story didn't deviate from my original framework.

However, the latest chapter of the few interjections are as follows:

“Good water.”

"Big wet pussy."

These comments and some previous criticisms made me sit in front of the computer and think about it for a long time.

Perhaps I really can't satisfy all my readers who subscribed to the series, and that I made mistakes in my writing and plot design. I wanted to show the growth and inner thoughts of each character, but I didn't do these very important things well.

I don't know what to do.

I know I have disappointed some of my readers, who may feel that the money they spent on subscribing to my novels was not worth it.

I failed to satisfy everyone.

After getting up at noon, I thought about it for a long time alone.

I tried my best, but the results were not what I expected, and the number of friends who followed me and supported me decreased.

What hurts me most is that I can no longer show the story and ending I designed to my friends who liked and collected it in the beginning. They won't come back.

It is what it is. Sometimes, you just have to accept it.

I can't bring back readers who have left, but I want to do my best to satisfy those who are still reading.

The updated content of this book today and tomorrow will be free, and is expected to be around 4,000 to 8,000 words, which will be increased as needed.

If you think I'm being frivolous, I'll try my best not to make you spend more money.

In the future, some chapters that may involve more delicate character activities or detailed descriptions will be set free depending on the situation.

For me it's just adding one less egg to my daily meal, but it may bring more happiness to everyone.

If that's the case, I can accept it.

Hope you all enjoy watching it.

—Old Tokyo, recorded on January 2023.1.14,

Chapter 9: The Porter of Works

So, Lin Sen was stupid.

Seeing the girl who had been crying before him, he was so moved that he wiped his cheeks fiercely with his handkerchief.

Then she opened her bright red eyes and looked at me as Ziqi looked at Boya.

The sincerity in his eyes is touching.

"Xiao Lin."

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It's really unbearable.

Heaven and earth conscience.

Lin Sen just acted as a porter for the works.

If you look closely at the little thoughts I had at the beginning, if you don't say that I had a clear conscience, then at least I had bad intentions.

As everyone knows, Lin Sen cannot read musical notation.

I do have some modern masterpieces in my mind that, after copying the text, have a chance of colliding with the hot songs in the current music scene.

But it can't be replicated at all.

Coincidentally, the girl in front of me is a music enthusiast with a basic foundation and also masters the skills of transcribing music.

Her voice is quite similar to that of several famous internet singers in later generations.

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Naturally, I felt a desire to help this dreamer protect his dream.

as well as--

Treat her as a tool to earn some potential extra money.

When Lin Sen first visited Qingshan Girl's cottage, his initial plan was to use her help to dig out some future famous songs and let her sing them.

If her singing becomes popular and she realizes her dream, Lin Sen might be able to find an opportunity to follow her and share some of the money.

If she fails in the music industry, she will at least have experienced another period of struggle, and Lin Sen will not suffer any loss.

The main point is that others may make a lot of money, but I will definitely not lose money.

It's a free lottery with no loss.

I also tried my best to help this talented and empathetic working girl.

After adjusting his mindset, Lin Sen's intentions towards Qingshan Xiazhi actually became very peaceful.

We should be the kind of friends you can talk to, where you understand each other and recognize each other's character and personality.

Then, on this basis, they tried to establish a relatively simple cooperative relationship - Lin Sen provided "inspiration" and searched through his memory to create some songs that were tailor-made for her.

Let her use it.

It was just an accident.

Lin Sen even had a premonition that he was being too self-indulgent.

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After all, even trying to motivate her.

It is possible that Miss Qingshan still sticks to her own understanding and may not like the songs I write for her.

But the results were completely beyond Lin Sen's expectations.

He just treated Qingshan Xiazhi as a tool and half a friend.

As a result, the girl sitting opposite him almost regarded him as a soulmate.

"It is truly a blessing and a relief to have met Xiaolin in my short life."

Such words can be spoken without hesitation.

Look at the emotion mixed with recognition and comfort.

If it were the Three Kingdoms period, we would have to find a peach garden to drink some wine and pray to die on the same day of the same month of the same year.

At this point, the initial calculation has completely turned into a sincere communication.

Finally, Lin Sen saw the girl leaning over the table and solemnly writing two lines of small characters on the top of the crooked and messy musical notation.

[Composer: Xiao Linsen]

[Lyrics: Xiao Linsen]

He also patted his chest and gave a guarantee:

"Xiao Lin, when we go out to perform, I will definitely introduce you as the songwriter to everyone!"

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In an instant, Lin Sen felt a kind of flattering beauty circling around him.

"This is not an introduction."

He is not worthy of the position and is obviously not worthy of the title of composer and lyricist.