The man from Wugeng's family is indeed reliable

This is all because of you. Tanaka's words were still ringing in his ears.

Yes, this is me, this is the story we started. Michiru said to herself as she gently adjusted the string.

A gentle breeze brought the fragrance of wildflowers, and birds, curiously drawn to the radio, soared through the sky. Everything was as peaceful and tranquil as it had been yesterday. No one could foresee the future, for what would happen next was as if Death had orchestrated it. However, from that moment on, Death's script had a minor deviation.

How could it possibly be what you want? Michiru thought to herself, as if to argue with her opponent, and clenched the pick in her hand.

As the program progressed, the final moment drew closer and closer, and beads of sweat began to form on my palms.

No problem, there's still time. Those words someone once confidently said to her were now whispered softly on Michiru's lips.

"Please note!"

Suddenly, the announcer who was broadcasting made an excited sound.

"Next, please welcome. The final performance of this show is a guitar solo by Michiru Hyodo."

"Hey, so fast?"

Before I knew it, I was in a daze and didn't even notice the passage of time.

"What nonsense are you talking about? It's already been three hours."

After the final preparations for the venue in the morning, the arrangement and check-in of personnel, and then several hours of orchestral performance, Michiru finally arrived at the most important moment. Michiru looked up at the clock lying on the grass beside her. She wondered if it was fate smiling at her, but the time indicated by the clock was exactly the same as the time when the recording of the song began.

"Is it finally time?"

At this moment, although she was terrified and at a loss, Michiru was surprisingly calm, as if she had even cleared the sticky air around her.

"The next song is about to start."

The result of hard work, my favorite song, dedicated to my favorite land.

Chapter 98 The ups and downs of Hiroki Gokogen's final chapter

"Attention, next up is the final performance of this show. It's a guitar solo by Michiru Hyodo."

When the radio sounded again, a figure holding an acoustic guitar quietly appeared on the stage.

"Hyoutang family, this is your child, right? She was as naughty as a boy when she was little, but I didn't expect her to be so beautiful now. Girls really change a lot when they grow up."

"No, no, Michiru is still as carefree as before. She has no girlish reserve at all. Sometimes she's really a headache."

Bingtang's mother shook her head modestly, but did not hide the fact that her daughter was beautiful. She covered her mouth and chuckled as she joined the mothers' discussion on family matters. Everything was calm and peaceful as usual.

"It's started, it's started, your child's performance has begun."

On and off stage

Michiru stood center stage for the first time. The microphone she once dreaded was right in front of her, amplifying even her breathing to the point where it was clearly audible. Her ears were now enveloped by the sounds of her own voice.

This is the world she built herself, so let's begin, the first and last song.

As the first breath comes out, the fingers naturally fall on the strings to play the first note, then the second, the third

The force with which the left hand presses the strings is as strong as chasing the deepest desire in the heart, and the sound of the strings plucked by the right hand is as pure as the blank memory in the mind.

Then, Michiru leaned forward slightly, placed her lips lightly on the microphone, and sang the first line.

"Every day we pass by each other, how many todays become yesterdays. The feelings between you and me will never change, and we will always be with each other."

Oh, what a strange feeling.

Unlike the audience in the audience whose hearts were moved by the music, Michiru was surprisingly calm at this moment.

Even before he went on stage, he was trembling. But once he was on stage, he began to undergo a strange change.

"Not afraid at all? Why?"

Obviously, there were still many parts that were not very familiar to her before, but when she stood on the stage and actually performed, it was as if this place belonged to her, and she played the most perfect scene.

"Why are you so skilled? Is it because you've practiced a lot? But I'm still a novice."

A certain power called talent and genius made Michiko's performance on the stage shine at this moment.

This song is what she treasures most.

No one knows the story between them, which seems far away but is actually very close. The emotions contained in this song are somewhat complicated.

It contains both the strength to protect precious things and the unique weakness of a strong girl who can no longer trust herself.

Tomorrow. If there was still a tomorrow. If there was still a future. Michiru thought, no matter what, it was only natural that she would appear before the person she had promised herself to be, even if she had forgotten his face and his name.

But they held a strange belief in their hearts that if they met again in the vast crowd, they would definitely be able to detect each other's existence before the first glance back.

She stretched out her hands, and with these bruised hands she played out overlapping thoughts. On her waving fingertips, the girl's prayer transcended time.

"Gently fill every page of the white album filled with memories"

The dream called happiness must be realized with your own hands.

because

I heard the last sound.

After that sudden hug, those unforgettable words echoed in my ears with bursts of hot and moist breath.

"like you."

The song wasn't over, the crowd hadn't dispersed. But the girl on the stage was now weeping, her vision clouded once more. Along with the tears, which seemed to well up from the depths of her heart, a wave of warmth spread through her body. She smiled, yet she cried. At the finale, at the girl's last soft hum, she lifted her head to stifle the tears. But what she saw when she looked up was a sky that no longer shone. This once azure sky was, for some reason, engulfed in a gloomy haze.

That's coming.

However, the ending will not be the same this time.

Because I finally understood.

She was in love, they were in love.

So they will definitely meet again.

So I won’t give up.

She wants to live for the world to see.

No matter how big the event, even if the earth collapses and the sky shakes, she will continue to live tenaciously for the world to see.

Not only that, she wants to take everyone in the town with her into the future.

With this thought, the guitar in his hand played slower and softer, as if to let the audience continue to immerse themselves in the sad story woven into the song. Grabbing the audience's attention, the shadows of birds soared into the sky from the distant green mountains, and the earth began to tremble gently.

It makes people wonder if this unfortunate song is making the earth wail.

Soon, the shaking became more violent, and the light in the sky was blocked by flying dust.

"What's wrong? What happened suddenly?!"

"Over there, that side of the house collapsed!"

"The mountain near the park also collapsed, and the road was buried!"

"It's an earthquake. An earthquake is coming. Everyone, hurry and take shelter in a safe place!"

Michiru looked at the chaotic crowd and the horrific scene, and couldn't help but feel a little scared, but more excited.

It’s finally here. I’ve been waiting for so long. What a natural disaster!

The fingers began to scream harshly on the guitar strings, and the piercing sound instantly put an end to the chaotic scene.

"Don't panic, everyone. This playground is the town's emergency disaster shelter. Food, water, tents, and other disaster relief supplies have been prepared by the owner of Laiyue Grocery Store. It will be very unsafe outside for the next few days. Please refrain from going out as much as possible and patiently await rescue by the Self-Defense Forces."

He nodded to the old man who had been waiting for a long time with his arms folded. The old man took the microphone with the same stubborn and serious expression.

"Michiru-chan is right. Everyone, don't panic. Just stay here quietly and wait for rescue. There's no need to worry about supplies. Each household will send a representative to collect tents and supplies."

In the face of the natural disaster, one could still clearly feel the vibrations beneath one's feet, but no one was injured or killed in this small town with a lack of communication.

"You're amazing, Michiru. You sing so well, and those uncles and aunties in the organization are so calm. It's really amazing."

"No, no, don't look at me like this, I'm also trying my best."

After getting off the stage, Michiru couldn't help but feel a little scared when she thought about what had just happened.

Looking at how orderly everyone was, she felt proud from the bottom of her heart.

Your song, my voice.

Hey, did you hear that? I saved everyone.

All of them were saved, and they can tell me what I have forgotten and what I least want to forget.

your name

Chapter 99: The ending of Hiroki Gokuru's final chapter

Summer was over, like a fleeting meteor in the sky, vanishing in the blink of an eye. Days of rain washed the streets, white clouds rose high, and the colors of the tree branches seemed to darken even deeper. The wind in the city was as cold as ice. When this feeling came over him, Hiroki, always slow to notice the passage of time, finally realized the change of seasons.

"Come to think of it, it's already late autumn."

Couples cuddled together on the street, leaning even closer than usual. Girlfriends hugged their girlfriends, boyfriends hugged their boyfriends. Of course, for Hiroshi, none of this mattered, because he wasn't afraid of the cold.

Walking alone on the empty streets, the gentle sound of guitar coming from the headset was intoxicating. Hiroshi looked into the distance of the street with his unfocused eyes, as if searching for something, and there was a trace of unbreakable tenderness hidden in the depths of his pupils.

I don't know when I started this habit.

My memory is a little hazy, but the beauty of it remains, so much so that the remaining thoughts have become an instinctive habit. Listening to the music I composed and played, I keep searching for someone in the crowd.

Hiroshi still couldn't recall her name, nor did he know when he last saw her. His only remaining memory was of him waking up alone in a desolate park, tears welling in the corners of his eyes, dripping down and soaking the nameless wildflowers in bloom.

There are some words that I haven’t had time to say, even if I don’t know what they are, but the desire to see that person is always right.

The reason for this habit. Whether in the past, present, or future, Hiroshi imagines the moment the person he's looking for appears before him. When that person appears, Hiroshi seems to be able to spot them first. Then, he smiles and waves, making each other aware of the other's presence first.

This is his little selfish desire.

This is the little happiness in everyone's heart that is unknown to others, the little happiness of Hiroki Gokuru.

Strolling out of the house under the pretext of restocking food, Hiroshi walked along the busy streets, gazing intently into the distance in the slightly chilly wind, hoping to spot the familiar figure he had long sought among the hurried crowd. To be able to stand before her again would undoubtedly be a blessing.

The wind seeped through his thin clothes, gently caressing his belly, which had grown steadily larger since he became a creative artist. The cool air, carried by the autumn breeze, seeped into his clothes, like a shy girl snuggling into her lover's arms, clinging to him tightly and clung to him. The cold touch gave Hiroshi goosebumps, and the discomfort made him squint his eyes and shiver slightly.

"Hiss, in this kind of weather. Looks like I need to put on more clothes again."

The ingredients for the trip had already been bought and were in my hands. This time, after searching again in vain with beautiful memories in my heart, at the crossroads on the way home, a familiar humming sound faintly came from the outside world through the headphones.

Encounters always happen in unexpected moments.

At the intersection, with only two streets between them and the flashing red light, a girl, looking down at her phone, hummed a familiar song to Hiroshi.

That was an original song that had never been released to the public.

The only words remain on the tear-stained notebook.

Gently taking off his headphones, the girl across from him continued to hum a song. Amidst the traffic, a familiar figure filled his entire field of vision. Hiroshi, fighting back tears, smiled and spoke softly.

"Got you."

It was clearly a reunion, and Hiroshi also discovered the existence of the other person first as he said. It was clearly such a happy ending, but why is it so sad?

The story of the two is just like the game of hide-and-seek we played in childhood, a game that won’t end until the other person is found.

Is it hidden?

It’s hidden well.

Got you.

was found.

He could only vaguely see her in his memories, hoping that she would not leave him, so he desperately searched for her in the crowd, and finally found her.

The traffic disappeared, the green light flashed, and the girl was still looking down at her phone. Hiroshi stood in front of the girl, speaking in the softest voice, as if he was afraid of waking up a sleeping child.

"Got you."

The purple headband tied her beautiful long hair into a single ponytail, playfully hanging behind the girl's snow-white neck, highlighting her unique side, standing out from the ordinary city and showing her uniqueness. Her youthful and lovely appearance is memorable.

The girl in front of him was beyond doubt.

Yes, that's her.

The fingers sliding on the screen stiffened slightly, and the pupils reflecting the fluorescent light subconsciously dilated.

This voice, this voice so close to her, appeared in her ears in this ordinary daily life.

The wind softened unconsciously, even carrying a hint of floral scent, and it dispelled the dark clouds, allowing the warm sunlight to illuminate the figures of the people walking on the road.

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