I am a writer in Tokyo

Chapter 130

Nian has not spoken.

Just stay in the corner silently.

Waiting for them to read it all.

It seems that for Nian, after hearing that paragraph of text, her impetuous heart suddenly calmed down completely.

Some of the things I originally paid attention to have received the highest recognition.

In an instant, it seemed that a stone that had been weighing heavily on his heart fell to the ground with a bang.

The room became very silent.

Only the rustle of pages turning.

There is also the unique scent of ink that is trendy.

Because the operating conditions of the piano room itself are not very good.

So every dollar should be spent wisely.

The teacher in charge of purchasing did not buy a lot of periodicals.

Instead, I bought every issue of Chunqin Chao as much as possible.

This also leads to one thing.

That is each issue, only one or two volumes.

What many people read in their hands is actually the story that starts from the middle.

But this doesn't prevent them from feeling the...incomparable beauty contained in Kazuki's words.

Maybe the same as the cherry blossoms outside?
wrong.

The flowering period of cherry blossoms is so short.

Teacher Xiaoyuan's words are definitely not that short-lived.

So, if you want to describe the words of the teacher in the small courtyard.

So……

Eternal beauty should be the constant theme.

It's like the cherry blossoms will never wither after blooming, and they will always be on the branches.

"Ah, this story is so beautiful."

After a while, a teacher gently closed the book with a look of intoxication.

She even closed her eyes slightly, reveling in it and unwilling to wake up.

Others rarely spoke loudly from the sidelines.

They have done this before too.

After some of the more famous writers published some works.

These teachers will form a circle, just like now, and then start to complain about the works written by the writer.

Really bad writing.

Sure enough, writing something is always easier than playing the piano. If I had the ability, maybe I would have become a famous writer by now instead of an unknown luthier.

That's right, if this writer was asked to play the piano, would he play the piano very badly and make no money at all?

……

For them, Kazuki Xiaoyuan seems to be the only one who can satisfy their more tricky tastes.

Everyone else seemed to be hesitating whether they should put down the book in their hands at this time.

But it seems like he can't bear to let go.

I always feel that what they hold in their hands is a good thing.

Maybe it's because the story is about Chunqin.

And Chunqin's identity is a luthier, just like them.

There is a very appropriate sense of substitution.

And as for the love story of Sasuke and Harukomo discussed by others.

In the eyes of the pianist.

It doesn't seem to be as insignificant as those people say.

There are many women among them, tears dripping from the corners of their eyes.

After a while, someone recovered from the slow grief.

Looking at Shi Yun's eyes again at this time, I felt a little more awe.

Someone suddenly noticed Nian standing beside him.

He quickly greeted her.

Arrange the fortunes in chronological order and put them in front of her for her to read.

"Seniors, I have a question."

Nian bowed to everyone respectfully.

Such a sudden move made everyone a little puzzled.

"I think, before reading, I would ask the teachers, that is..." After thinking about it, she didn't want to say too much at first, but she seemed eager to know how they viewed this matter.

Although I have been comforting myself before, there is no need to care about how other people look at it.

But in this environment, you can't get rid of some so-called secular constraints.

So, he could only move forward half-covered and half-covered.

"That's right, what do you think of this story?"

Nian pinched the edge of the table with his hand.

His knuckles were all white from the exertion.

She has wanted to know an answer countless times.

But when the answer was about to come, she began to fear again.

This is tantamount to exposing everything under the spotlight.

Tell those people that you can stand at the top and point out my life at will.

Everyone pondered for a moment.

"This story...is about love, right. It's the kind of love that you can't usually see, right."

A teacher said suddenly, she folded her hands on her chest, her eyes sparkled.

"Orioles and larks are like a lark. I have been traumatized twice. Maybe if it were me, I might feel alive. What's the point?

It's just that I think that what I see in the writing of the teacher in Xiaoyuan is that after suffering, it is not all tragic.

Chunqin is unruly and willful, of course she seemed to be like this before, but she is not ruthless.

Maybe love is like this, no, it should be the relationship between them that is the most supreme love.

If I have the chance, I would like to go to the cemetery to mourn them. "

"Actually, I can understand Teacher Chunqin."

When the teacher in charge of purchasing spoke, everyone cast their gazes over.

He is a man.

At this time, it seems a little strange to say that I can understand Teacher Chunqin.

"Compared to other people, Teacher Chunqin comes from a wealthy family and has unparalleled talent. Of course, although I have never met Teacher Chunqin, I know she must be extremely beautiful.

With her existence like this, she seems to be above others. It should be a normal thing not to appreciate the difficulty of being a servant.

It's like those goddamn politicians who keep stuff out of their mouths all day long and don't do anything at all.

Teacher Chunqin, she suffered from blindness when she was nine years old. She had a promising future, and her psychological distortion should be inevitable. If it were you, it might be even more extreme than what she did.

At this time, she relied on Sasuke, but wanted to control him and torture him.

I don't want to talk about what Teacher Chunqin did right or wrong.

But what I know is that Mr. Sasuke loves him so much that he has no complaints or regrets, and would rather self-mutilate his eyes.

Maybe only those who love to the core will do such a thing.

Many times love is like a moth to a flame.

No need to respond, just keep going.

Although we are eager to respond, this kind of incomparably devoted love has surpassed beauty, warmth, and even class.

Like a skylark, it rushed straight into the sky, and then uttered an incomparably sharp cry.

tell everyone.

Behold, this is my sincere and unreserved love. "

After he finished speaking, everyone seemed to make the same movement.

They held Qin in their arms.

After looking at each other.

Just let your own heart spread the sound of the piano in the middle of the room...

(End of this chapter)