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"Three weeks ago." Akai replied.
"Then you probably don't know about that."
Akai Muzi was very curious, "Then tell me?"
Under the influence of alcohol, Fujii Itsuki told all his old classmates about the bad things that happened in Tokyo, and also told them about the various strange things that happened in the past three years.
Beer was refilled one after another.
After seeing this, Chitose tried to persuade Brother Shu to stop drinking, but was persuaded away by Fujii Shu.
Some topics became more and more bitter as they were discussed, and if it weren't for the beer, he might not have been able to say it all.
As Akai Muzi listened, her face didn't look very good, probably because she was thinking about some things that happened when she was studying abroad.
"It seems like you've had a similar life as I have in the past three years," Akai Muzi continued what he just said, "I thought you, who are so gifted, had a much better life than me."
“Talent doesn’t determine everything.”
"But without talent, you are nothing."
"Well, we all have our own difficulties. How about you drink with me today? I haven't had a drink like this for a long time. I can see that you can hold your liquor quite well."
"Stay with me to the end."
After that, Fujii Itsuki didn't say anything more and just ate and drank. He really couldn't drink any more, so he brought up some other things to chat about.
The time goes from afternoon to evening and then to late night.
Although I took a break in the middle, I was still dizzy from drinking.
Fujii Itsuki was a good drinker and only felt a little dizzy after drinking too much, but Akai just lay on the table without moving, and fell into a complete sleep.
"Brother Shu, you drank too much."
Fujii Itsuki turned his head and saw six thousand years old. He quickly closed his eyes, then looked up again, and then he combined them into one, ".Not bad."
"What happened?"
"nothing."
"Brother Shu, don't you want to tell me?"
".I don't want to make you worry, Chitose."
"But, seeing Brother Shu drinking so much makes me even more worried."
".That's right. I'm sorry Chitose, but I may have to break my promise and won't be able to go to Tachibana North to teach you."
"Is there something wrong with the interview?" Chitose's face was full of worry.
Fujii Itsuki was staggering, and Yang Kui Chitose sat down next to him, holding his arm to let him lean on her and not fall down.
". It's almost the same. On one side is the dream, and on the other is the reality. I chose to apply for Tachibana Kita because I wanted to regain my dream, but when I applied, I had to face the reality. I am sorry to Matsumae."
"Matsumae? Who is Matsumae? Brother Shu, you are talking nonsense."
"Chitose."
"Yes, Brother Shu, I'm here."
"Help me go back to my room to rest first, and then make arrangements for Akai. Thank you for your help."
"Okay, then Brother Shu should walk more steadily."
"Row."
There was only one guest room, so Chitose Yang Kui arranged for Akai to move in first, and then she helped Fujii Itsuki to her own room.
During this time, my mother saw me and asked me what happened and why I was so drunk.
Chitose explained that it was due to work.
Yang Kui Nagano also saw it, but surprisingly didn't say much, just told him to rest quickly.
When we arrived at the room, Fujii Itsuki had almost fallen asleep.
Yang Kui Chitose made a bed for him, held his head up, and gave him more water to prevent a hangover.
Then she undressed him, took off a few pieces of clothing, covered him with a quilt, and let him sleep well.
At this time, Fujii Itsuki had fallen asleep completely, with a relaxed expression on his face.
Yang Kui Qiansui knelt beside him in the night, and looked at his sleeping face for a long time in the faint moonlight on a snowy day. The girl had never felt so at ease at night.
She suddenly saw the empty half of Fujii Itsuki's pillow, and a strong desire suddenly arose in her heart, making her want to get into the bed and occupy this place completely and thoroughly.
But the girl quickly rejected this idea.
No. Not yet.
Brother Tree is still sleeping.
Anyway, sooner or later, I will make Brother Shu acknowledge me and take my love seriously.
At that time, Brother Shu will stay away from all other women for her and only love me.
for sure.
absolute.
The girl pecked his forehead lightly and returned to her bed with peace of mind.
Chitose Yangkui closed her eyes, pulled up the quilt, and soon fell into a deep and distant dream.
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headache.
Although he was still conscious, he still couldn't control his body. After struggling in an indescribable state, Fujii Itsuki turned over. The quilt on his body had an inexplicable girlish scent of Chitose.
His hand subconsciously groped towards the head of the bed, and it took him two minutes to find his cell phone.
He squinted his eyes, raised the phone to his face, and checked the time.
December 12th, 28:16.
I've been sleeping all day?
No wonder my head hurts so much.
He saw a missed call from Songqian on his phone, and a LINE message from Jiuhuayue at around 10 o'clock last night - [Are you not coming back tonight?]
Wait, what is this text message?
Fujii Itsuki suspected that he was seeing things and sat up to check.
The sender of the text message is signed as [Taisho Tachibana Kita First Private High School Academic Affairs Office].
The content of the text message was an invitation to go to school again on the 30th.
Weird.
Have I passed the interview?
Chapter 40: A Little Love, and the Last Evening Before School Starts
The steel strings are pressed between fingers, and the fingers move up and down, and the sound of the guitar lingers in my ears.
It was a cold and quiet snowy night. Jiuhuayue sat in the small wooden pavilion and subconsciously looked towards the seat opposite her.
A week ago there was a man sitting there.
He had a calm and steady expression, and his eyes behind his half-frame glasses held an indescribable gentleness.
He held a guitar and played in front of himself the songs he liked but had never shared with others.
The song is very niche, but when I asked him about his evaluation of the song, he said:
"Although I only sang it once, the person who created this song was using music to express his inner feelings that were difficult to explain. He was afraid to actively look for friends and socialize, but deep down he desperately wanted someone who could understand him. If that person really appeared in his life, then that person would be the only light in his life, and he would do everything he could to maintain the relationship between the two."
At that time, Jiu Huayue was curious about how he could know so much just by playing and singing it once.
He answered again:
"Music is a language, and a song is a sentence, a story. Playing a piece of music that has been carefully composed is like having a conversation with the creator across time and space. This is what I learned."
It was the first time that Jiuhuayue heard someone say this.
Music is a language that allows people who resonate with each other to communicate with each other.
So, when others comment on your music, “Is this what you like?”, it actually means that they don’t understand you very well.
Jiu Huayue understood it immediately and asked:
"Uncle, did you like the song we sang yesterday?"
"I love so much."
"why."
"It's simple. The author and I are the same type of people. I haven't had any so-called friends since college. I've been alone since graduation until the end of my work. Every day when I go home, I face an empty small room. The repetitive work and the emptiness in my heart make it impossible for me to find a real sense of 'home' at night. I can only rely on other things to try to seek recognition and understanding."
Jiuhuayue was extremely impressed by his answer.
From that day on, Jiu Huayue felt more and more entangled by the handsome image of him playing the guitar that night.
To the point that she even had regretful thoughts within this week.
As someone who actively seeks to make friends, can I try to rely on him a little?
Should I have agreed to let him teach me to play the guitar?
Should I try to share more of my favorite music with him?
Should I really buy a few CDs and give them to him?
I want to share, I want to be recognized, I want to be understood.
When these emotions that had always existed in the past could no longer be contained and burst forth from the depths of her heart, she suddenly understood.
He will probably really be my best friend, the person who understands me the best right now.
"call"