Zongman: Dream with me

"what happened?"

On the way back, Mu You looked at Qiong who was staring at him.

"You still haven't explained how you know about Pochi."

Unlike Yukinoshita Yukino, whose mood was already a little off, Qiong was very keen to notice the loophole in Mu You's words, because it was too obvious and Mu You didn't even try to hide it.

"This is forbidden."

Alas, I thought it was Yukinoshita Yukino who asked the question first, but she seemed to be calling herself a liar all the time.

What did I lie to her about? Did I lie to her about her feelings?

Mu You didn't realize that Yukinoshita Yukino had begun to doubt whether his amnesia was true or not.

"Pervert Yuu."

"what?"

While Mu You was still daydreaming, Qiong spoke to him coldly.

"You've already said you like me, but now you're messing around with other women."

"Haven't I always been like this?" Mu You started to joke again, and then saw his sister looking at him as if he were a scumbag.

Do you want to listen to what you are saying?

"Well, of course I'm joking."

"..."

After a long time, Qiong seemed too lazy to talk about trivial things and spoke directly to Mu You.

"You, you're too purposeful."

Especially for Goto Ichiri's guidance and help, Kasugano Sora always felt a sense of deliberateness. This feeling began when she met Goto Ichiri in Fanxing.

It seemed like he had known about Pochi-chan's arrival, knew what kind of person she would be, and knew that she would form a band, so he also formed a band.

It’s like knowing in advance that your friends will come here to play, so you have to occupy the place first and then wait for them to come.

"I can't help it. After all, I'm alone. How about Qiong come and help me?"

"..."

"Qiong, do you like music?"

"What an abrupt turn."

"Don't complain so expressionlessly, did you learn that from Mashiro?!"

Mu You looked at Qiong's nonsensical look and suddenly couldn't hold it anymore.

"Tsk, you have the desire but not the courage to do it. You're so hard-pressed but still say no."

"Shut up!"

Mu You's face darkened and he decided not to talk to this guy for the time being. Just wait, I'm going to make you pay tonight.

The two walked for a while before Mu You heard a very small voice coming from beside him.

"It's just so-so."

"???"

Qiong sighed and looked into the distance.

Do I really like music? Kasugano Sora herself doesn't know, maybe she really likes listening to Mu You playing for her.

Just like I like the stories he tells me and the paintings he draws.

Yu has shown a strong interest and talent for music since he was young. He sits in front of the piano all day, pressing the keys like entering the password of a safe.

Sometimes when he succeeded, You would show off the melody he had experimented with to her.

At that time, his music was full of passion and enthusiasm, just like the midday sun, shining brightly.

But somehow, his music changed, just like after the afternoon, the sun's rays gradually changed and turned into the twilight of the sunset.

You still likes playing the piano, but this time there is no experimental process. You plays one song after another with ease, and the audience has become himself.

He was immersed in his own music, full of memories and sadness.

And the woman standing beside him at this moment was just a passerby.

She hated this feeling, so she pestered him to learn music and asked him to teach her how to play piano and practice bass.

Mu You was not as good as Gu Jun, or rather he seemed very happy, and Qiong also became a bassist under his guidance.

She still didn't know whether she liked music or not. All of this was just a tool for her to understand Mu You better, just like she wanted to learn painting from Mabai now.

As for the novel, she was strongly rejected by You, who told her, "Writing novels is a dead end!"

So what now?

Qiong's mind flashed with scenes of practicing with band members, performing on stage together, and receiving cheers and praise from the audience.

Seems good?

"Do you like it or not?"

"I quite like it."

"So you want to keep playing?"

"Probably so."

"Really?"

"Well, what's wrong?" Qiong looked at Mu You with some confusion.

"Great!"

Hearing Qiong's answer, Mu You smiled like an old father.

"My Qiong is finally no longer a useless girl who locks herself in her room, surfs the internet all day, doesn't want to go to school, has low life skills, and has a very bad temper.

She finally has something she wants to do.”

Qiong was so upset when he heard this that he kicked Mu You hard and strode forward angrily.

I'm not that bad! I used to...

Everything is a hassle for Mu You. He can't cook or wash clothes, and his life skills are low. Because of his parents' departure, he locked himself in his room and refused to go out. He even blamed Mu You for his parents' departure. If only he had awakened his ability earlier...

Kasugano Sora is recalling the past, Kasugano Sora is dead.

Ahhhhh! No, this is all You's fault, she tried to convince herself, but found that she could no longer deceive herself.

The sensitive, fragile and powerless self in my memory seems to have completely disappeared under You's step-by-step guidance, and has become the self I am today.

She forced herself to learn housework, forced herself to go out to visit Xun who was still in the hospital, took her to exorcise demons, and taught her music...

From now on, it seems that Mu You's purpose was very strong from the beginning. When the person concerned finally came to his senses, Qiong discovered that she had become like him.

At this moment, Qiong thought of a guy with pink hair.

"Goto Ichiri, Alicia, Yuu's expectations... That damn guy, no, we can't let him extend his evil claws to Goto Ichiri!"

Mu You's charm is so great that Qiong must not let him have too much contact with Goto Ichiri, so let her do all of this.

So, Kasugano Sora stood on the street as the night deepened, and promised that she would bear everything.

It’s a pity that Mu You, who was left behind, couldn’t hear someone’s childish remarks, otherwise he would definitely laugh and be happy for Qiong who was gradually becoming cheerful.

At this time, he was still carrying Mashiro, who had been eavesdropping since a while ago.

"Yuu, I like drawing."

"I know."

“I will keep painting.”

"Ah."

“I also want to keep playing in a band.”

"why?"

“Because I’m happy.”

"No problem." Mu You thought about it and didn't object.

"Do you like me, Yuu?"

"like."

"Yuu Hanako."

"???"

"Yu also likes Qiong."

"Yes."

"..."

It seemed that this answer made Mashiro a little dissatisfied. She hugged Mu You even tighter, and rubbed her legs around his belly.

"what are you doing?"

"I'm seducing Yuu."

"Didn't you say I was a playboy?"

Mu You looked at Mabai with a helpless look. Logically, shouldn't you jump down, call me a scumbag, and then turn around and leave?

"Because I like Yuu too."

"..."

The girl's mind is not so complicated. She would be happy when Mu You said he liked her, and she would also be sad when Mu You said he liked someone else.

But she still didn't want to leave, because she also liked the boy she had been carrying on her back.

She liked staying with Mu You, liked this always unpredictable boy, sometimes as mysterious as the sea, sometimes as optimistic as the sun, but sometimes as unpredictable as the breeze.

She saw his color, the color of the afternoon sun shining on the sea, so warm that it fascinated her.

"Yu."

"what happened?"

"I will get along well with Qiong."

"???"

Mu You stared at Mashiro blankly, but only saw a pair of beautiful amber eyes, still without any emotion revealed.

Did she know something?