My love simulation with them

It is a weekend, and as Shimokitazawa is a fashionable shopping street as famous as Akihabara, there is naturally a lot of traffic.

In addition, the four of them, Hikaru Itachi, Kazuri Goto, Hoshige Itachi and Miss PA, are cute and pretty enough, and standing together makes for a beautiful sight.

This naturally attracted many pedestrians.

Seeing this scene, Nan Xiangshi opened his mouth and couldn't help but glance at Yi Jihongxia.

He thanked her so much.

Yijizhi Hongxia was simply afraid that the "regret of life" guitar would be too aggressive, so she even made a special trip to help him gather the passers-by.

What an angelic character.

"This should be enough...it hurts! Sister, what are you doing?"

Ichichi Hongka, who didn't realize what she had done, returned with satisfaction, but was hit directly by her sister's hand knife.

"This is the first outdoor performance in Nanxiang."

Yi Jizhi Xingge stared at his sister helplessly: "When you called so many people over, didn't you consider Nanxiang's psychological quality? Aren't you afraid of doing bad things with good intentions?"

Yes.

Many newcomers will subconsciously feel nervous when they take the stage for the first time and face the gaze of the densely packed audience.

This is inevitable.

Yijizhi Hongxia attracted so many listeners. In a sense, it actually increased Nanxiang Shi's mental pressure.

"...I didn't think about that at all."

Apparently realizing that his behavior was a bit rash, Yijizhi Hongxia opened his mouth.

"But, but...it seems like Nanxiang-senpai is fine."

Goto Kazuri, who had been silent for the whole time, hesitantly pointed to Nango Toki, who was standing on the steps a head taller than the surrounding audience.

When Nanxiang held the guitar sideways, his expression did not change at all.

There was no nervousness on his face, nor was there any panic typical of newcomers.

But when he looked at the guitar in his arms, he seemed to have an... inexplicable tangled emotion?

Confused?

Why bother?

I got the guitar and it’s no problem at all. I’ve already thought about the songs I want to play, and the speakers and effects have been debugged. In this case, what’s the point?

Itachi felt strange because the tangled expression on Nanxiang Shi's face gave people the feeling that he was not holding a guitar, but a nuclear bomb.

"What are you doing? Nanxiang!"

Yi Ji Xinge finally couldn't help but speak: "Nanxiang, now that you have got the guitar, you can just play it! What are you still hesitating about!"

As soon as the words were spoken.

Nan Xiangshi on the stage seemed to have come back to his senses.

He was still hesitating, but he looked at her helplessly, and then finally pressed the chord with his fingers, ready to start playing.

And it was during this moment that Hongxia Ichichi, who always cared about others, couldn't stand it anymore.

"Sister, don't rush Nanxiang Sang."

"What do you mean, don't rush him?"

Itichi Xinge, who was hugging his chest, was really incomprehensible at this moment: "Didn't you see the expression on his face just now? People who don't know thought he was holding a bomb instead of a guitar."

That's right, you play the guitar, just play the guitar, why do you still look like you're holding a bomb?

Is it possible that this guitar can also blow up her Idizhi Xingge?

She didn't believe it at all.

Just as Ichi Xinge was thinking this.

The sharp guitar sound on the stage was already booming along with the output of the effects processor and speakers.

"What...isn't this a pretty good performance?"

Listening to the guitar sound ringing in his ears, Ichi Hoshige closed his eyes comfortably: "As for showing the expression just now... uh——"

She paused mid-sentence.

The guitar sound that blasted loudly in her ears seemed to be not only blasting in her ears, but also blasting in her heart.

She opened her eyes blankly and looked around with astonishment.

She was obviously standing in the crowd.

But under the guidance of the guitar sound, there is still an indescribable feeling of loneliness and melancholy that comes to mind.

Life is an island.

The city is the sea.

And she is now floating on the sea.

She is lonely...

"Nanxiang, wait a moment!..."

Yi Ji Xingge opened her mouth in shock, and the first thing that came to her mind was this sentence——

A bit evil!

But her voice didn't come out yet.

The next second, her entire consciousness was overwhelmed by a raging ocean of melancholy and loneliness.

And on the other side.

Goto Kazuriya, who had remained silent, widened his eyes in disbelief.

Because she has heard this song!

Exactly the same as in memory!

Chapter 69. Thousands of brocade trees (4000 words!)

The guitar roars, stretched to hollow notes.

On weekends, I went to Beizawa Pedestrian Street Square, which was supposed to be a noisy place.

But when the fierce guitar sound completely sounded.

The originally noisy place returned to silence in just an instant.

Everyone subconsciously raised their heads and looked at Nan Xiang who was just standing on the steps, a head taller than them.

Steps for outdoor performances.

This is undoubtedly a very shabby performance stage.

But for some reason, Nanxiang just stood in that place——

"It's like the center."

Ijichi Hongxia, who half raised his head, opened his mouth.

She couldn't understand.

It was obviously the first time for Nanxiang Shi to perform outdoors, and he was just a novice who had just picked up the guitar.

Why is there such a thick and solid typhoon? It can easily attract people's attention.

This kind of typhoon that is so thick that it can easily capture all the listeners would be impossible to have if it were not for the actual performance that has been tempered.

And it is visible to the naked eye, and Yijizhi Hongxia can also feel it.

Nanxiang Shi's guitar skills, which were already quite good, actually improved again at this moment.

With each stroke of the chord, one can clearly feel his progress.

The guitar roars!

There is a tearing hollow sound!

The fierce guitar solo took her breath away.

but...

"Why does the guitar sound so intense and clean... sound so thin and lonely?"

My heart was squeezed by the sound of the guitar.

Yijizhi Hongxia muttered to herself incomprehensibly.

Yes.

She could recognize the song "I Don't Want to Die Alone", which had a heavy lead guitar component.

A long piece of SOLO!

Fierce sweeping chords!

A large roaring artificial sound!

Obviously the combination of these things should give people an extremely intense and passionate feeling.

But why?

Why does the voice that is so intense and even deafening, similar to the inner cry, sound so lonely and weak?

Yijizhi Hongxia couldn't understand.

Just as she didn't understand how Goto Kazuri felt when she wrote this song in the simulation.

Yes. She couldn't understand.

But that doesn't mean you can't empathize.

The voice like a sea of ​​loneliness had already caught her heart before she knew it, and kept falling.

In a trance.

Yijizhi Hongxia seemed to have seen someone, a girl who was alone.

She was walking on the road, alone.

She sat at the desk, alone.

For a while, there was a hazy moment.

Itachi Hongxia felt as if she had become that single girl.

In this world, she did not learn the drums.

There are no friends like Goto Kazuri, Yamada Ryo, and Kita Ikuyo who care about him.

My sister is busy with band activities all day long and has no time to take care of herself.

No friends, no topics to talk about.

I purposely brought something I liked to school, but in the end I couldn’t find anyone to share it with.

The cold desks and chairs in school have always been with me.

Seeing her classmates chatting happily, she wanted to join them.

But in the end, he still chose to sit in the chair in a daze, awkwardly comforting himself in his heart.

The excitement belongs to them.

I have nothing.

The self in this world did not create the band.

After graduating from high school, I hurriedly found a job under the urging of my parents, and gradually became depressed under the whipping of society. After get off work, I could only stay outside and eat a simple warmed store lunch.

The future seems to be an unreachable term for me.

After hastily solving the problem of fullness.

I returned home exhausted and said "I'm back" to the cold and empty room.