The Most Beautiful Boy In Tokyo

In the end, Rinarako won the ownership for seven days at a price of 12 million. She picked up the flower tea in front of her and sipped it lightly. She didn't even care about the color of her lips.

enough.

Just wait and enjoy.

Which one is better to wear? Dress up as an ignorant patient and let him give himself an injection? Or pretending to be an ignorant female teacher and fell down in front of him on purpose? Or...you push me shyly like a newly married couple?

"Yu Xianzhisheng, I really like you." Rinako's eyes were charming and blurred.

One week, twelve million.

It is nearly six times more expensive than the children who played before.

Is it worth it? So worth it!

Money can still be earned by her husband, but if this rare opportunity slips away in vain, Rinarako feels that she will regret it to the point of cutting her wrists and begging for death.

"Huh..." Rinako let out a slow sigh of relief and looked at the women sitting around her. If her eyes could kill, she would have been sliced ​​into pieces of salmon.

She closed her eyes, and the incomparably clear voice echoed in her mind.

How would you describe what you just heard?

What is left?

......

When Yu Xianzhisheng stood on the podium and knocked on the bottle, the reality disappeared in front of his eyes, the surrounding scene faded quickly, and the colors shuttled through the blank time, spreading endlessly.

A pristine forest emerges in front of you, and there are children's laughter. The treasure is buried in a dilapidated corner of the treasure map. The boy and girl embark on a journey with a cat.

And that's just the prelude to him.

And when he sang the first sentence, the hallucinated people were awakened by the tender and scratching female voice, as if they fell directly from the Japan Trench into the Mariana Trench, the deepest in the world, surrounded by never-before-seen floating of magical creatures, adorably swirling around them like a tornado in swarms.

Female voice, no one expected this sudden female voice

match the rhythm of the song.

It can only be described as perfect.

In a trance, Seimei on the dais turned into a little fox demon, hooking his eyes and smiling charmingly at the world.

However, just when they smiled and wanted to enjoy, the tone changed again. On the basis of the original quirkiness, the song was suddenly slowed down by Yu Xianzhi's voice.

The accompaniment has also slowed down. If Yu Xian Zhisheng tapped the bottle with a fishing rod like a stream of water, now it has turned into a silent drizzle.

Rain is always chaotic and quiet.

Jingle, changing pace.

Yu Xianzhisheng transformed into his original voice at the moment when the rhythm slowed down. The extremely high vocal range has been expanded like never before, and the tone has risen 3 keys in a row. It is the sound of a young whale in the deep blue sea, accompanied by the slow blooming of flower buds. vibrato.

For a time, this solo cappella actually resonated with everyone - a group of children held hands, danced an adventurous and fearless dance on the flat field, and the lit bonfire burned to the sky.

Sing slowly and in a low voice, echoing endlessly.

sounds amazing.

sounds amazing.

It sounds so good.

Sawano and Shu were immersed in the singing, and found that they could not find any adjectives, so they sat stiffly, bowed their bodies, and glanced down casually, and others looked just like him.

This song, from the way of playing to the way of singing... is far beyond this era, and people can't even have the courage to awe. They just want to listen to it quietly and endlessly.

Only Yu Xianzhi himself knew that the song "Red Pepper" was not perfect.

There are three versions of this song, the version sung by Yonejin Xuanshi himself,

Inheriting the previous eight li and eight qi, it has a unique style, but it does not sound harmonious. The unique singing of Mizu Xuanshi has scattered the meaning of the lyrics a lot.

The children's voice version can only be described as invincible.

The beautiful children's voice sounded, filling your ears with innocence and childishness, reminding people of childhood forests, ants walking before heavy rain, and Zelda running in the field.

But there is also a version.

That's the slow-paced version of Moeyin Kamishiroishi.

The tunes of the first two versions both rose high and then fell. Only in this version, the front remained soft and low, and then with the appearance of the chorus lyrics, it went straight to the sky, which is outrageous!

Yu Xianzhi used the female voice on his own version of Yonejin Xuanshi, twisting the weird style into a cute, and using the cheerful voice of the children in the middle to dilute the aftertaste of the female voice, and finally turned it into his own voice lyric.

Three different rivers merged into the sea that belonged only to him.

【Qu り く ね り は し ゃ い だ Road

Aoba no Mori

びまわりしの Street

who かがんでいる

Summer is coming, shadowing, standing, meeting, meeting

see つけたのはいちばん star

Tomorrow

パプリカ花が咲いたら

sunny れ た sky に kind

clear voice.

Like a teenager in the sun twisting open a bottle of mineral water, his Adam's apple surged.

clean tune.

Just like the seven-color umbrella placed in front of the coffee shop, the raindrops fell.

Beautiful hazy face.

Like light from the gods.

The finger he tapped on the music was a confession from summer to winter.

At this time, the world is so beautiful.

Everyone felt in a trance that living is such a tender thing.

Under the stage, there were quite a few girls who covered their mouths and started crying. They didn't know what was going on. They felt that crying was really hypocritical, but tears just came out, and they couldn't stop it. kind.

Kirima Hiirachi and others are enjoying it, and they are also jealous, but the more they go back, the less they can be jealous. This is a fact that cannot be changed even if they are jealous to the death.

Indescribable voice, the word "Tian Lai" is weak and weak. It belongs to the kind that God opened his mouth and poured food into Yu Xianzhisheng's mouth, even if he didn't eat it, he had to stuff it through his nostrils and ears.

Kuroki Hitomi didn't cry anymore, she listened carefully and was very happy.

The song is getting slower and slower, towards the end.

The hardest ending is coming.

Sawano Kazuki clasped his arms tightly in front of his chest, feeling his body trembling slightly, are you worried? Of course I'm worried, I'm very worried, this song is very complete, and the atmosphere is lively and beautiful.

If the whole process is accompanied by piano or violin, basically Yu Xian Zhisheng doesn't need to worry about these, and wait for the accompanist to settle the final melody, and then watch the group of people below slap their palms.

But Yu Xian Zhisheng played solo with a bottle and a fishing rod.

If the previous accompaniment is still used, without the blessing of the voice, people will probably be instantly shattered from the dream and fall out of the beautiful illusion.

The whole atmosphere would be ruined.

Sawano Kazuki shook his head and sighed in his heart, no matter what he said, Yu Xianzhisheng had already done a good job and accomplished things that everyone present could not imagine. It doesn't matter, everyone should applaud, no one will be stingy with their applause for this godlike young man.

After all, is it still not perfect?

No, wait!

Sawano Kazuki stood up the moment he heard the unusual sound of the bottle.

After the chorus ended, a new tune was born!

At the end of this song, there is another accompaniment! ! !

He actually boldly played a quick tap at the end, with a short flat tone, three short strums, and a smooth long tone. On the big screen broadcast on the big screen, Yu Xian's juvenile hands fluttered quickly, and he took off the fishing rod. The stick almost turned into two afterimages in his hand.

No, it's not an accompaniment.

Sawano and Shu were stunned.

This is a brand new independent song!

Such a dynamic and serene new tune is only used for the ending?

How many surprises are there in the boy's stomach? Or... frightened?

accelerated.

The tone quickened.

A completely different tune from the original, fast to the extreme.

Like raindrops splashing on leaves and shooting.

Then came the thunderstorm.

After a while, the sound of the rainstorm slowly dimmed in his ears, like a teenager walking into the house from the rain and closing the door from behind.

The rainstorm was shut out of the world, the teenager took off his soaked clothes, and the beautiful body was clearly layered in the shadows.

Then, with the sweat dripping from the boy's forehead, it stopped abruptly.

......

Yu Xianzhisheng wiped the sweat from his forehead, let out a breath with a smile, and then panted slightly.

Smiling quietly, watching.

This audience is as ethereal as the forest-like tranquility after the rain.

People are leaning forward slightly, like rice that has been blown down by the wind.

He didn't make a sound, leaving the afterglow to the dull crowd.

Yu Xian's childish gaze penetrated the crowd, and the color of the people disappeared in his dark eyes, leaving only Miyamoto Yukiko's crystal clear white.

Yukiko's white, glowing, so bright, like soft white porcelain.

The two stared at each other, staring at each other.

Xuezi's eyes were swollen and swollen, like a little girl crying a lot. She looked up at Yu Xianzhisheng's scorching hot eyes, without dodging, her eyes were magnanimous and stared at him.

The eyes of the two people met in the air, entwining each other like a vine, and then a waltz that belonged to only two people danced above everyone's heads.

Miyamoto Yukiko lowered her eyelids and lowered her head to smile.

The enthusiastic cheers that almost lifted the dome of the gymnasium, and the applause like a storm, finally arrived as promised, sweeping towards Yu Xianzhisheng's body like a tide.

But it was ignored by his ears.

He was breathing slowly, his breath amplified by the microphone, rustling.

He remembered the days when he deliberately got his face dirty in the orphanage to avoid harassment, he remembered the days when the women groped him with their hands and could only play madness and slammed their heads against the wall, he remembered being put in the confinement room after resisting The days, he recalled those days, and then in the bright white of Xuezi, he took it out from his heart the same, and discarded it the same.

Some people are born to live in the light of the sun, some people have to live in the dark night all the time.

Beautiful school uniforms, and bozi soda to drink, and the tempura bento in the school bag must taste very good, right? Thank you, Yukiko, for letting me walk from the dark night to the sun.

Yukiko, what I did is not bad, right?