The Most Beautiful Boy In Tokyo

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Yu Xian's naive channel opened very suddenly, catching many people off guard.

The person who had just planned to sleep quickly got up again.

People walking home from get off work stood on the roadside watching TV in the store.

The TV in the tavern on the street also switched to his channel.

On the streets of Shinjuku, Tokyo, the proprietress of a TV store sold all the TVs in the window to Yuzuru's childish channels. A large crowd of people soon gathered outside the store.

The landlady laughed so hard that she couldn't close her legs.

"It's really rare that Yubao is airing at this time." A young lady holding milk tea said while holding her boyfriend's hand.

"I said, can't we wait until we get to the hotel to see it?"

"This is a live broadcast, what if we disappear when we get there!" the young lady said coquettishly, "Wait a minute, I agreed to accompany you to the hotel, sooner or later."

The boyfriend squeezed the box in his coat pocket, feeling a little frustrated.

"Hey, don't worry, if I'm happy, I can use that trick tonight." The young lady whispered in her boyfriend's ear.

The boy suddenly became energetic and stared closely at Yu Xian's pretty face. He was the type of person who didn't like idols. His girlfriend liked Yu Xian's naive face, which made him somewhat jealous, but if it was I like it so much...Thank you, Yuxian-kun, you are really my good brother.

At this moment, Shen Huiling, who had just taken a bath, also turned on the TV.

Park Zunshi from the team called and told him about the sudden launch of Yu Xian Zhisheng.

She felt it was completely unnecessary and didn't want to see it because she didn't like him.

But before I knew it, the TV was on.

Before the show, he disappeared for two days. After the show, he disappeared for two more days.

Very courageous.

She wondered what he had done.

This guy never does things according to common sense, and he always brings amazing performances, and he can't help but feel a little curious.

Shen Huiling propped up her cheeks and leaned on the beauty cushion, staring at Yu Xian's childish face on the TV.

I have to admit that this kind of appearance really makes many girls excited.

If you can make him your companion, maybe your path will be smoother, right?

...

Miyamoto Yukiko sat on a chair and stared closely at the TV in the room.

On the TV, Yuxian was sitting on the ground holding his guitar, smiling.

He suddenly said something that made the audience in front of the TV very strange: "It can be opened."

Can it be opened? open what? The audience couldn't help but be stunned.

Shen Huiling was also confused.

But in the world, only Xuezi knew that these words were meant for her.

This is a small joy between two people, and no one understands it except them.

He can start broadcasting tonight, but it is also for himself and for this moment.

Miyamoto Yukiko gently opened the note in her hand, and the delicate handwriting appeared in front of her eyes:

[You silently turn to the side, facing the night. 】

[In the depths of the night, there are dense lamps. 】

【They are always together. 】

【We will always meet again. 】

【Goodbye, just to see you again】

"The name of this song is "Goodbye Elegy", and it's for everyone." From the TV, Yu Xian's childish and clear voice came, as well as the sound of plucked strings.

This is a song about farewell, with more than 120 million views on YouTube, making it one of Japan’s must-read songs. Different people have different ways of singing. People who are lovelorn sing about sadness, while happy people sing about excitement.

Yuxian Zhisheng hoped that Xuezi wouldn't be so sad after he left.

Just like what he wrote to her.

Goodbye, for the sake of goodbye.

So, he laughed and played the guitar and sang:

"Now I am facing the speechless sky."

"Spit out a cloud called loneliness."

"That cloud brought rain."

“And that rain ushered in a rainbow again.

"

That's right, it's a rainbow.

Just like that morning, the two of them cuddled up to watch the sunrise and the rainbow emerging above the island.

At that moment, Yuxian Zhisheng sang "Rainbow" for her.

The colorful colors, following the sunlight, caught the eyes of the two people.

Yukiko Miyamoto is a woman with a strong classical flavor and no interest in pop culture.

If it weren't for him, she would never be interested in the entertainment industry in her life, right?

But his songs are so good, I never tire of listening to them.

As long as I hear his voice, I will feel happy.

Yu Xian’s childish voice rose:

"I was bitten hard by love and promised not to leave."

"However, the appearance of loneliness seems to have never changed."

"If you fly as hard as you want, you can always reach the end of the night sky."

...

"I can't even say goodbye."

"Rather than waving goodbye, I want to hug you more."

Yu Xian's head was lowered, and his fingers vigorously swept across the guitar strings.

"Just staying by my side is already very happy."

"Just staying by my side is enough."

"I saw shooting stars"

"I saw shooting stars."

“I pray with song.”

The singing stopped abruptly and ended before the chorus.

The audience in front of the TV was immersed in the singing and woke up immediately.

Small head, big question mark.

"Where's the chorus?"

"No, the song hasn't been finished yet, right?"

"Please Yu Bao, keep singing."

Halfway through listening, Shen Huiling couldn't help but hold back her face: "What's going on? You don't want to continue singing?"

Just listening to the first half of this song, the quality is already very high, and she quite likes it.

Not just her, everyone's appetite is being whetted.

Then, everyone watching the channel saw Yu Xian lowering his childish fingers on the TV. He was smiling and taking out a piece of cake from behind.

Got it from the hotel restaurant.

I also asked for candles from the kitchen.

A very simple little cake.

Yuxian Zhisheng put the candle on the cake and faced the floor-to-ceiling window.

The candlelight flickered on the transparent glass, and it really looked like a twinkling shooting star across the dark night.

"Well, tomorrow is my birthday. I'm very busy and have to prepare an album, so I wish myself a happy birthday in advance, and I wish you a happy birthday too!" Yu Xian had a big smile on his face.

Who are you saying that happy birthday to you?

"It's actually Yu Bao's birthday!" the young lady in front of the window said in surprise. She quickly took out her mobile phone, logged into the platform, and posted a message in Yu Xian's naive comment area, "Happy birthday, Yu Bao." ’

When she just posted it, the comment area was already full of messages saying, "Yubao, happy birthday." ’

Densely packed, like thousands of lights.

She suddenly got goosebumps and covered her mouth.

At such a late hour, there were so many people wishing him a happy birthday.

Is this the charm of Yubao?

There is also 'Tomorrow is my birthday too! Oh my God, I actually have the same birthday as Yu Bao! ’

At the bottom is 'I have the same birthday tomorrow plus one, thank you Yu Bao for your blessing! ’

‘Looking forward to the album release, the money is ready! "

...

Miyamoto Yukiko was watching TV and lighting the candles on the cake on the table.

This is a big cake.

When I bought toad oil for him, I ordered it from the pastry shop next door.

In fact, she really wanted to keep him and let him spend one more night with her. At the very least, she could eat a piece of the birthday cake and celebrate tomorrow's birthday in advance.

But in the end, she didn't say anything to save her.

Yu Bao wants to fly, so he can't delay him.

She thought he forgot that tomorrow was his birthday. Since the decline of her family and before she met Yu Bao, she thought she would never have a happy birthday again.

But he did not forget it, but wished himself a happy birthday on a public channel in Tokyo.

Yukiko Miyamoto scooped up a spoonful of cake and put it in her mouth to chew. She picked up her phone, logged into her platform, and typed bit by bit in his comment area.

"Thank you, and happy birthday to you too."

No likes, no replies.

This ID named ‘yukiko’ was submerged in the sea of ​​comments and could never be found again.

She put down her phone, looked at the candlelight, and silently shed tears of happiness.

...

"Is tomorrow his birthday?" Shen Huiling nodded and looked at the Ukiyoe calendar on the wall, "Not interested."

However, he will release a new album tomorrow?

It seems that the songs that were previously played in the concert competition will be released in the studio version.

She was taken away from the top spot in the ratings on election day, but she actually didn't care.

Anyway, it's all glory that the official boasts about, it has no gold content, and if you want to take it back, you can take it back at any time.

But album rankings can be different.

The higher the ranking, the higher the number of paid downloads.

Currently, two of his own singles and three singles from Yuxian Zhisheng's first concert occupy the top five positions on the competition song list.

The number one spot is still my own single "King", but it has been pushed quite close by the song "Loser".

But she didn't mind.

The division list is the official list of the Starlight Awards Tournament and is not of high value.

My real goal is Japan's most authoritative Red and White Songs Chart and the European Billboard pop music ranking.

This is the real battlefield between singers, and the fighting is quite fierce.

June, July and August every year are the time when the big guys release songs in the music industry and compete for the charts. The influence they can gain from this is very helpful for them to become the number one in Tokyo.

Shen Huiling rubbed his eyebrows and smiled contemptuously.

The audience praised him with praise, but when it came time to spend money, it was completely different.

He is still a newcomer and has never gone through this stage, right?

...

On June 1st, it started to rain in the early morning.

Yuxian got into a special car and headed to the professional recording studio at the headquarters of Dongda Art Group.