People in Tokyo, the world is clear

So he immediately stood up, grabbed the pen, and quickly crossed out the two lines of names.

Add the four words "Qingshan Xiazhi" on the edge.

"Say it a million times, Qingshan. I have nothing to do with the lyrics or the music."

"It's just a coincidence that I got these melodies. I don't have the talent to write these songs, so please don't do anything nonsense."

"Look, you even figured out the score. If we're talking about your contribution to this song, you're even more important than me. So, I might as well just write your name."

This is the absolute truth.

Not to mention that this kind of raw and alive game will eventually be exposed.

Furthermore, what if in the future, the original creators of these lyrics and music really appeared in this parallel world and found that the original songs they worked so hard on were actually taken over by an unknown thief who didn't know how to write music?

At that time, the deep resentment was definitely not something Lin Sen could bear.

He didn't want to wait until the future, when he was old, to go to the Buddha to recharge his merits.

Therefore, the best way to deal with it should be to hide behind the scenes and let Miss Qingshan bring these works to the stage.

Lin Sen was sure that she really had the ability to match this style of song.

Not only does he have the talent to be a songwriter.

Even based on Lin Sen's perception and evaluation of her, if this girl gets inspiration in the future, she might write a truly original work of the same type.

By then, if she really succeeds in pursuing her dream and becomes famous, she will have earned some money and she can be a brother who shares the money and be a pure freeloader, that's all.

This is the correct solution.

It’s a pity that Qingshan Xiazhi seemed to hold the opposite opinion from Lin Sen, and even misunderstood his meaning.

The expression she gave me suddenly became serious.

Keep your chest up.

"Xiao Lin."

At this moment, a defiant expression like a little wild cat appeared on the girl's face.

"Although I'm in a very bad situation now, I don't need to give away the author's credit."

"That's not what I meant."

Lin Sen shook his head in denial.

Then I found that the girl had developed a new level of enlightenment.

She looked over with a complicated expression, biting her lower lip.

"Or is it because I always mess up when I'm doing residencies, and I feel like I might be embarrassed as a songwriter?"

"?"

Then, Lin Sen slammed the table, his face sulking:

"Qingshan. If I hear you say such inexplicable and depressing things again, we really won't have anything to talk about. It's so boring."

"Just one sentence. I won't use the author's name. You can write your own name. If you don't want to, just write Anonymous."

The threat apparently worked.

The girl's voice suddenly dropped.

Lower your head and act weak:

"But I'm using it for a commercial performance... If you, Xiaolin, the provider of the song, don't get any profit, I'll feel very uneasy."

"It's OK."

Do it for a long time.

Before Lin Sen even approached her about sharing the profits, this kindhearted girl had already started to take an interest in it.

The King of Qin helped Jing Ke to open the map of Yan State.

"Thinking about this now? So, how much did Qingshan earn from hosting your commercial performances for so long?"

"No, not a cent. I always messed up, so I didn't feel comfortable asking my boss for my salary. I probably spent all my money on the equipment and tapes from working part-time for a year."

"..."

I mean, you're being too honest, Ms. Aoyama.

Even Lin Sen can’t do it.

I could only sigh on the surface.

"Let's put it this way, Qingshan. I'll give you a few more songs in the next few days, and you can try singing them. If the results are good and I help you make money, and you feel bad about it, just give me one-tenth of it."

The girl blinked blankly at the suggestion.

Then, Lin Sen saw her raise her hand.

"Isn't that a bit too little? How about we split it 50-50?"

"If you go out to do business and get ripped off, you'll have to help others count the money, Qingshan."

"what."

So in Lin Sen's sight, the girl whose face was replaced by the two big words "silly" raised her hand to scratch the back of her head and smiled foolishly.

"I just feel like you've been too generous to me, Xiaolin. I feel really guilty."

"There's nothing to feel guilty about. Brothers should settle accounts. One tenth is quite a lot. After all, I didn't do anything. I just hummed a few crappy tunes, copied some lyrics that popped up in my dreams, and lay back and waited for you to lead me to victory."

So with the girl lowering her head and humming in silence, the matter was settled.

But when they were about to leave, the girl suddenly grabbed Lin Sen's sleeve as he stood up.

A look of hesitation emerged on his face, the result of deep consideration.

"Blue Coconut. I'm going to use that as my songwriter title, is that okay?"

Then he looked over with an expectant expression.

Blue, coconut?

The meaning will soon be apparent.

Lan is the original meaning of the first two sounds of the surname Qingshan.

Coconut is a direct translation of the last two syllables of Kobayashi's name.

Lin Sen was speechless at the unexpected persistence of the simple Miss Qingshan.

Perhaps it is this kind of quality that allows people to get to know, understand and recognize this troubled dreamer with heartache.

Lin Sen had no choice but to nod in agreement.

"what ever."

Leave a blessing:

"I also hope that you, with your sincere heart, can achieve your wish, Qingshan."

That way buddy can split some of the filthy money.

Just as a certain working emperor was looking happy and touched, he walked away.

The house she lived in was in a good location, near a commercial street in the middle of Shinagawa.

Even though it was almost midnight, it was still bright and noisy.

The lights cast a variety of colors on the top, skin and vision.

Lin Sen looked up at the starry sky.

"This year's spring nights are really beautiful."

I recalled the blessing I just left.

"Count me in too."

"I hope next spring I can have a lot of money. I can rent a big house and enjoy myself before the bubble bursts."

"Ah."

While setting the goal, I found a good place to fill my stomach.

Outside the bakery was a stall that had come out early in the warm spring weather to make a living.

Lin Sen strolled over.

"Fried chicken nuggets, meatballs, one each."

"Ok."

The girl wearing gloves had a chubby face and a simple smile.

Welcoming guests with a smile, it is refreshing and comfortable.

So he hesitated for a moment when he reached out to pay.

Remembered something.

"Two portions."

He walked all the way back to the apartment building with the gift and knocked on the door of the house next door.

Then, no response.

I knocked again, but still nothing happened.

Weird.

"Ito?"

"Ah."

There is a response.

But on the side.

Turning around, I saw the door of Kurosawa's house on the other side swing open, and a small head with short hair popped out.

Stretch out your hand and wave it.

"Here it is."

This kid has been quite idle these past few nights.

When I brought in some midnight snacks, I was soon coveted by a big dog.

"Sniff sniff sniff."

"Don't even think about it. You have no share, Kurosawa."

He pushed away the greedy wild dog's head that was twitching its nose wildly and put the paper box on the small dining table.

Ms. Ito, who looked like an assistant, pushed over some comic line drawings.

"Come on. Fill in the black wherever Kurosawa has marked."

Very simple job.

Apply it all over.

This corresponds to the days that are gradually becoming more fulfilling.

It's not great, but it's not bad.

I looked at a painter's stray dog ​​in the distance who was immersed in a creative state, oblivious to the surroundings, and began to poke his temple with his fingers.

"Ahahahahaha, how did you come up with this plot? It's so right, so right..."

He focused his gaze again and looked down at the short-haired girl who was carefully painting on paper with her lips slightly pursed.

Suddenly I felt emotional.

In this life, you are an ordinary person whose strengths are no longer useful.

Born at the end of a prosperous era.

I didn’t feel the glory of the 1980s, but it felt like I was experiencing the same suffering of being at the bottom of society that I had experienced before.