The Most Beautiful Boy In Tokyo

The tune came from the glass bottle in his hand.

What an incredible performance. For a time, she actually ignored the beautiful sound of the song itself.

"How is this possible?" The female apprentice adjusted the camera position subconsciously, and the main camera was aimed at the boy on the stage.

The videographer shuddered, his eyes widened.

He didn't move.

It's not just him, this tune is like a spell sweeping, flattening everyone's hearing.

Stunning in ear.

It's like...a soul rippling.

A long and long minor tune, ethereal and ethereal.

The airflow passed through the small opening on the glass bottle, squeezed, and then burst into a series of tonal colors in the air. This color obscured the vision, making people fall into the deep sea of ​​silence, and dense memory blisters floating around.

He felt as if he was sitting on a train moving vigorously in the field, his father squatted on the platform smoking a cigarette in silence, his mother was stumbling after her desperately chasing him, his face was pressed against the window, and the gap was in the gap. Reaching out, tears streaming down his face.

It's hometown.

That is my hometown.

He was almost stunned.

"Taro, Taro, you have to study hard in Tokyo alone!" His mother's voice echoed in his ears, and she fell on the platform with a thud. , tightly holding the crumpled living expenses in his pocket.

Are you making your mark in Tokyo?

Obviously not. After so many years, I was still a videographer in the school. I didn't even have the opportunity to shoot a short film outside. I didn't dare to go home for a long time, and I didn't dare to answer the phone at home, for fear of being emotionally broken.

He stared at Yu Xian Zhisheng.

why......

Why is there such a tune in the world? Three or two times, it brought back memories.

why......

How can a broken soda bottle blow such a tune?

Is this still human?

What the hell is this?

The videographer silently aimed the DV's camera on the boy. He had a strong premonition that something terrible would happen after this, and he would be the only recorder of the beginning of the Great Dongda Art Earthquake.

The clear tune is slow and melodious, flowing like water.

Yu Xianzhisheng closed his eyes, pursed his lips, and blew softly. He didn't know how exaggerated the eyes from the audience were, nor how turbulent the pupils of Miyamoto Yukiko and the parents were.

For him music is music, for entertainment.

- It is best to get off work early.

He was playing "Original Landscape of Hometown", a piece of music that does not exist in this world.

There is his own childlike mind in it.

If there is a chance, he doesn't mind playing this song on the piano and playing it to Hiiragi Kirima, to inspire the piano boy. Playing a song here at this time is considered to have completed the task ahead of time. Whether he can comprehend it depends on Tongma. Hiiraichi himself.

This is a piece of music that countless classic TV dramas use as background music, and the arrangement can only be described as impeccable.

It's hard to find a tune that's free of any flaws and that's natural, but it is, as if the wind made up the wind itself.

This is a sad mark that cannot be erased from the wanderer's heart.

The red sunset on the field falls into the earth. When I open my eyes the next day, my hometown is thousands of miles away from me, and there is no such peaceful and peaceful life. The noisy society burns the blood in the veins, every minute and every second. Can't stop.

Never mind how powerful people are...who doesn't think about home?

Where did the wind in childhood, the rain in childhood, the camphor tree in the courtyard, and the toys that could no longer be found after they were lost, where did they go?

Kirima Hiiragi's eyes were slack.

Kuroki Hitomi's small face gradually slackened,

Lean forward slightly.

Miyamoto Yukiko felt that she was dreaming and rubbed her cheek.

Kirima Michi, who was sitting next to her, had two lines of unseen tears flowing from her eyes.

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There is no going back, everything dissipates with the setting sun.

Opening your eyes is life in a steel forest, day after day, year after year.

The tune suddenly rose, and it was the last farewell and farewell.

People always have to learn to grow, wave their hands, say goodbye to their past self slowly... Cross the door called growth, turn off the lights in the bedroom, and go out with a briefcase on your back.

At the end of the song, the aftertaste still remains.

Yu Xian Zhisheng put down the bottle of soda and didn't make a sound to disturb them.

Most of the people in the audience were stunned.

Fujiwara Chie blinked her big eyes, obviously her head was down.

Akagi Ryosuke gripped the back of the chair in front of him tightly, his nails almost sinking into the plank.

The videographer recorded this bizarre scene, controlled the camera to pan around the wide shot, and engraved everyone's expressions on the videotape.

Principal Sawano Kazuki took the lead in recovering from the sluggishness, applauding and applauding vigorously, with a happy smile on his face, far exceeding the smile when Hitomi Kuroki was playing.

As a direct official sent by the Art Department of Dongda University, Sawano Kazuki has always had the sharpest and most cutting-edge sense of smell for music. Now he smells this strange and graceful fragrance, and Yu Xianzhisheng brings him more surprises than just before. More than two children combined.

The people on the school board responded one after another and applauded vigorously.

The Obatariu man was stupid, his arm weighed thousands of pounds, as if he had been interrupted.

"Woohoohoo!" Some people heard it very well, and there were no words in their stomachs to describe them, so they could only scream.

"Si Guoyi, red bean paste Si Guoyi!" The girl next to Akagi Ryosuke blurted out subconsciously. "This kid is amazing."

"Student Yu Xian, can you do it again, can you do it again?! Please!" Several students in the central district ignored the teachers' obstruction, and jumped on the chairs and suddenly shouted.

Just now, these students were just Zhu Bajie eating ginseng fruit - they swallowed the dates whole, they were just surprised how a bottle could be used as a musical instrument, and they didn't have time to taste it!

It was obvious that Yu Xianzhi would not take care of their request. He tapped the bottle lightly and said softly into the microphone, "Hitomi Kuroki, this is for you."

"Oh!!!"

The students almost exploded.

Really unceremoniously diss back?

This guy has a gentle look on his face, he didn't expect revenge! And it's back double!

You must know that the violin Kuroki used today is a high-end exhibition-level product, this guy took a wave of soda bottles and went up, slapped his face and slapped.

Clearly, these people have gone overboard.

Yu Xian Zhisheng just thinks Kuroki Hitomi's violin is very good, so it's a revenge, and of course I should give you some nice things. Everyone laughed and lost their grudges. From now on, they are still little monsters holding hands, Otto Man came and we beat.

The voices of the students reached Kuroki Hitomi. Kuroki Hitomi lowered her head and covered her eyes with her hands after a while. She seemed to be biting her lip very hard, not wanting to cry, but biting too hard. It hurts, but she still sheds tears, tears seeping through the gaps between her fingers and falling on her dark little dress.

The long-haired samurai who was standing not far away looked over from a distance, and then looked at Yu Xianzhisheng with a murderous look on his face.

"Hey, was it real just now?" someone asked.

"I want to know too." Someone hesitated.

"It's true, I am the bottle." Fujiwara Chie affirmed, and then she was pressed down by Da Huai Yiyong.

The students in the general education area also quickly came to their senses, and suddenly burst into cheers, discussing with great interest, and the atmosphere was unprecedentedly harmonious.

Crazy! It's crazy!

Just bring a soda bottle and play! Killing them can't even think of it!

Before that, if someone told them not to throw away the used pod soda, and they would save money on the instrument by drilling a hole, they would have smashed the soda bottle on that person's head first.

But now... it's really a dimensionality reduction blow!

In the gym, a mother patted her sluggish son and asked softly, "What is that kid drinking?"

"Bozi soda, it should be peach flavor."

"...Want to drink?"

"think!!!"

"I'll buy it for you after school. You can buy as many bottles as you want!"

At this time, the owner of the school grocery store was sitting in a rocking chair smoking a cigarette with a leisurely face, reading the newspaper, and he didn't know what would happen to his store in the future.

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Yu Xianzhisheng stood on the podium and shook the bottle in his hand.

A female student who was closest to the ceremony platform hesitated for a while, then reminded softly, "That... Yu Xian, after the performance, you can come down after bowing and thanking you."

"Go down?" Yu Xianzhisheng was slightly startled.

"Isn't this just the beginning?"

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