Zongman: Dream with me

Newbie writing, welcome to correct me

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April, it's April again, but this year's April is finally a little different. There is no longer the sadness of parting, but the anticipation of reunion.

In a classroom at Sobu High School, the afternoon sun shone listlessly, casting a shadow of laziness on the originally melodious notes.

The pianist calmly played the beautiful and magnificent piece. It was obviously just an ordinary electronic keyboard, but he managed to produce the feeling of an exclusive concert. Unfortunately, despite this, his audience did not buy it.

"Rubbish!"

A disdainful voice sounded, and the old flip phone placed aside was like a chattering mouth, commenting on the performer's performance.

"What are you playing? Haven't you eaten?!"

"There's no passion at all, it's a complete waste of the song... How does that line go: **Kousei, you need to straighten yourself**."

"Puff--" A young man who was calmly drinking tea choked, pushed his glasses, and turned to the musician who was pointing at his mobile phone in frustration. By the way, that broken flip phone doesn't have a video function, right?

"What do you know? This is the playing style. The basic tone of the piece is what it is. Unlike you, you change the style at random, and change it in the middle of the performance. I'm asking for trouble by accompanying you. You can use your instrument to hit people at will! Also, where did you learn that phrase? Do you know what it means to use it like that?"

The piano genius who was so calm and composed in the national competition is now making a fuss and shouting like a child. Is your blushing face due to anger or something else?

"Let me make it clear first, I didn't teach you that." The young man drinking tea shook his phone to prove his innocence, and at the same time a message was sent.

【悠】Does it sound good?

[Qiong] It’s okay, but I’d rather hear you play it.

【You】Why?

……

[Qiong] Idiot!

??? Did I say something wrong?

After thinking for a while, he felt that there was nothing wrong with him and picked up the phone with confidence.

[You] There's nothing I can do. I need my sister to be more tolerant of my stupid brother. I'm very sorry.

【Yu】Hey!

【Dome】......

.......

"You, what do you think?" Seeing that he couldn't defeat the opponent, Kousei had to seek help.

"Can I sit and watch?"

"No, you have to give me some advice, otherwise that guy won't stop!"

"I think you can't win an argument with her." The boy called You secretly complained.

"It's okay, Xun will be discharged from the hospital soon anyway, then you can PK offline,

Let’s decide the outcome!”

"If you want me to get beaten up, just say so." Kousei's face darkened, but he soon calmed down. Thinking that Xun could finally be discharged from the hospital and return to school, he felt very complicated and began to talk to the other party about being discharged from the hospital at the weekend.

The boy named You also agreed intermittently, but his attention was still on his phone.

[You] When Xun is in better condition, he can go back to school. Qiong will also go to school with him.

Making excuses.

.........

On the other side, in a rest ward in Chiba, a girl in a hospital gown was

Sitting on the hospital bed, her long, pale blond hair draped casually behind her head, now appearing healthier than its previous, faded, sickly yellow. Her phone was placed on the table next to her so the other white-haired girl who was visiting could hear clearly.

The white-haired girl was wearing a Gothic white dress. She had a delicate face but was very cold. She was petite and had snow-white skin. Her frail appearance made people think that she was also a patient and should be lying in the bed next to her instead of sitting next to the bed peeling an apple.

From time to time, she turned her head to look at the mobile phone thrown on the hospital bed. It went back and forth, and her gray hair tied into a ponytail also jumped up and down, which was very cute. Finally, she lived up to everyone's expectations - the apple peel broke in the middle.

The girl pouted in dissatisfaction, put the knife and fruit aside, picked up her phone, and looked at the emoticons specially made by someone, her fingers flying.

【Qiong】You is a big idiot.

Miyazono Xun smiled as he looked at the girl who was inexplicably upset. Even though she had a grudge against him because of that incident, she would still come to see him every other day.

She doesn't like to talk, and most of the time we communicate through simple questions and answers. Sometimes, if I don't speak, she can sit silently for an entire afternoon, reading a book or playing with her phone.

"What? He's obviously not very keen on communicating with others and is a stay-at-home type." Miyazono Fumio thought with a mixture of laughter and tears, picked up the discarded apple, and slowly began to peel it.

"What's wrong, did Kasugano-kun make you angry again?"

"The apple was peeled in half and broke." Qiong was silent for a while and then replied.

"Hmm? Does this have any impact?"

Qiong didn't say anything, but his thoughts began to wander.

When I was in the hospital, You often came to visit me. Fearing that I would be bored, he always told me true and false stories, legends and ghost stories, especially some legends about monsters. At that time, I thought they were just stories, but who knew that I really encountered a ghost later, so Qiong was skeptical about what he said.

As for the strange story about peeling an apple, he once told it when he was peeling an apple for himself.

"Qiong, do you know? At midnight, if you peel an apple in front of a mirror without peeling, your future husband's appearance will appear in the mirror."

Qiong still remembers the inexplicable seriousness and solemnity with which he said this, but how could such a thing be possible, and why was it her husband? Who told you that? He must have done it on purpose!

Qiong didn't try it in the end, feeling that if she did, she would lose something precious. But every time she peeled an apple from then on, she would think of these words from time to time and pay special attention to them.

But there was no way she was going to try! She shook her head, her fingers tapping mindlessly on the keyboard before deleting it.

Seeing her like this, Gong Yuanxun knew that she was in a daze again, so she stopped asking questions. Thinking that she would be officially discharged in a few days, and that she herself had finally defeated the disease, she looked at the spring scenery outside the window, and even felt a little excited.

"We can finally go to school together! That's great!" she said with emotion.

The warm sunlight sprinkled on the girl's body, which looked like a newborn. Qiong followed her gaze and saw the blue sky and white clouds, and the bright spring scenery. He couldn't help but smile.

Yes, in this mood, even the sunlight seems to be a little noisy.

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"By the way, Kousei, where on earth did you get this song from?"

After finishing the call, You pondered and said that, logically, this song should not have appeared, at least it should not have been played by him.

"Well, how should I put it..." Arima Kousei scratched his head, "Do you remember the first time Kaoru and I performed together?"

You thought about it and couldn't help but smile.

"Of course, the Saint-Saëns Overture and the Carrousel Capriccio, you two stood on the stage and performed them against each other. When one stopped, the other stopped too, and you fooled the audience."

And he went straight to the hospital after playing the piano, which gave everyone another big surprise.

"Actually, I had a dream recently. In the dream, after we stopped, I nervously looked at Miyazono Kaoru's back. She had her back to me. I looked at her, and it was as if I could hear her inner voice, saying to me, 'It's okay, we can do this.' Then, this melody seemed to start from a distance, and then it got closer and clearer... Hey, what are you laughing at?"

"Nothing. You mean you've been having dreams like this lately? Is it the aftereffect of being possessed by that monster last time?"

You remained calm.

"It's been in the last few months, but most of the time it's been intermittent. It probably has nothing to do with that incident. Also, these dreams are different from my other dreams."

He couldn't remember the rest of the dream, but he felt so sad and hopeless, as if something terrible had happened. Besides that, there were some sounds, some melodies, intermittent, and it was a long time before Arima Kousei could recall them.

"Do you know what's going on, Kasugano-kun?"

"Is this important? Also, call me Yuu."

Kousei Arima wanted to say something but stopped himself. The boy in front of him must know something. He was always like this, as if he knew everything, whether it was himself, the monster that arrived unexpectedly, and the boy who had the Book of Friends.

But this time he didn't seem to want to mention it.

"Never mind, thank you, You!"

"Oh, I thought you would be curious?"

"I believe you have your reasons, Yuu."

I also believe that you won't harm me, Kousei added secretly in his heart. After all, the person in front of him really helped him so much.

"Okay, have a cup of tea. You've already thanked me so many times. If you want to thank me, just play the piano for me."

The white-haired boy pointed nonchalantly at the SLR camera next to him, and what he said was the truth. He poured a cup of tea for the embarrassed guy. The tea was already cold. After all, it was brewed at noon. You liked to brew a big pot of tea, the kind that can be drunk all day long. This is one of the few habits left.

Looking at the guy in front of him who seemed to have survived a disaster, he smacked his lips.

"Did you dream about something bad?"

Kousei said nothing, only nodded.

"It's okay, just remember that for you, it was just a dream, and it can only be a dream.

"Dream, if you really want to thank me, there will be plenty of opportunities in the future. Play it again now, ok? Kousei!"

The boy with glasses seemed to be lost in his own world. After a while, he belatedly replied.

"Hmm? Ah... okay."

He drank the tea in the cup and returned to the piano to calm himself down.

"By the way, how about you help me choose a name for this song? It will be a token of my appreciation."

"Is that so?" You was fiddling with the equipment, looking at the serious man in a blue dress.

The guy laughed and said, "Why not call it "Again", which means to do it again."

With such a firm tone again, this guy...

But Kousei didn't care. He moved his hands lightly, and the melodious music sounded again, accompanied by the afterglow of the setting sun, the wind gradually blowing, and a cup of tea. Everything was so comfortable.

As expected, establishing a light music club was the right thing to do. I really hope that this leisurely daily life can continue like this. Yu closed his eyes and immersed himself in this familiar yet unfamiliar song, over and over again.

"Bam—!"

It was the sound of the classroom door being violently pushed open. The loud noise broke the peaceful atmosphere, and ripples appeared in the teacup on the table. He could even feel the dust particles floating freely in the air tremble.

Today's sunshine is so loud...

You only knew one person in this high school who dared to open the door in this way. He turned off the device speechlessly.

"Xiao Jing, I need you to give me an explanation."