Reincarnation Band Magician

Gift-packed beef is a common gift for visiting relatives and friends.

This incident is also recorded in "Gintama".

"Leave dinner to me, but I need to go to the supermarket to buy some things. Where's Sister Xingge?"

"It'll be a little later."

There are only five of them today. Miss Drunkard has a live performance tonight, so PA-san feels embarrassed to come to her house one after another.

"Ms. Su Shi is here too."

Nagasaki Suyo nodded, "Well, my mother... asked me to learn from my brother."

No one knows better than the person himself what is wrong with him. Miss Su Shi knows that she is always pretending, lacking a sense of security, always trying to be strong, and clinging to the past...

Just thinking about it makes me feel like I'm troublesome. I don't even want to make friends with people like this.

But I used to have a place to stay... Now, am I craving for the same warmth as then?

Her blue eyes glanced at the man next to her who was taller than her.

Like complementing himself, Su Shi also hopes to learn something from the other person that can change himself. At least, he can gain warmth from the other person, which is enough.

Thanks, mom.

Qing opened the door and walked in. Hong Xia sighed, "It's much cleaner than yesterday...it turns out we didn't clean well enough."

"Don't worry, Hongxia and Liang are doing great. Do you want to stay here? I'm still short of some daily necessities, so I'm going to go buy them now."

"Then let's go together! Supermarket shopping battle, gogo!"

Liang made no secret of his utilitarian mood, "I'd like some snacks before dinner. To be honest, I haven't had a meal since yesterday, and I'm a bit exhausted."

“So please pay more attention to your health.”

……

It was not until dusk that everything for the house was finally bought, with large and small bags and some packaged goods delivered to the door.

Su Shi wanted to help, but was pushed aside by Qing on the grounds that "it's the first time guest, so sit down first."

He didn't cook when he went there yesterday.

The kitchen is open and you can see the girls talking over there.

Although Liang looks like a freeloader, he is actually a freeloader, but he will make up for it in other places.

I am currently teaching Su Shibes.

I don't know how long Liang has been practicing, but it's definitely longer than Su Shi.

When she was choosing ingredients with Hongxia in the supermarket, she mentioned that Liang had quit the band not long ago.

It seems that they have different musical pursuits, which is not uncommon. Liang is a maverick, and it is hard to imagine why she would suppress herself.

If she formed a band, her band members would definitely have their own unique personalities.

A simple calculation shows that Liang has spent more than two years studying and practicing, but as for Su Shi, it is even questionable whether it can be calculated in "months".

Qing, who used to be a social introvert, now masters the tool called the Internet and finds traces of the existence of a band called "CRYCHIC" in this corner.

Band photos and account activity time, "Spring Shadow", live video, "The lead singer works too hard"...

The time between the two was probably less than a month, and considering her current performance, it seemed unlikely that she would continue to practice bass alone after that.

Qing couldn't help but think and wonder, what did Xiaoxiang do to Su Shi that made her miss him so much?

It is very puzzling that the cousin brought someone home after just one day of being together.

Anyway, it seems that she has found something to do now, which is good.

"Okay, you have a good foundation. Practice more."

After Liang finished speaking, he held Qing's bass and started to enjoy himself, playing it non-stop.

After thanking him, Su Shi sat aside and started to practice. When his hands were sore, he looked up at the place where the aroma of food was wafting from.

Qing smiled and nodded, indicating that no help was needed. Even if he was injured, his efficiency would not decrease if the opponent was something like cabbage, beef, or Chinese cabbage.

"咚咚-"

"Maybe my sister is here. I'll go open the door."

Miss Hongxia ran over with full of energy.

As a drummer, she can only sit here and play with her phone.

What musical instrument can’t you carry around on your back, constantly feeling the weight of the instrument and the curious eyes of passers-by?

When she goes out, she brings at most two drumsticks with her. Apart from using them as rolling pins, she can't think of any scenarios where they would be used.

"Puha! It smells so good. I didn't expect I could still eat for free... huh?"

When Xingge came in, she saw Su Shi sitting there in a skirt and rubbed her eyes.

"Hongxia, your sister seems to be sick. My eyes, or my brain, actually saw a female version of Qing on the sofa."

The elder sister rubbed her eyes.

Su Shi gave a polite smile, "Um, I'm Qing's sister Soyo, and my brother is over there."

You can see it by tilting your head.

"Ahem, sorry, that was quite impactful."

"Yeah, when I first saw it, I was shocked myself."

After Xingge greeted politely, she put the topic aside for the time being.

[He speaks a little bit harshly, but he is a good kid.]

This is the first impression.

……

The food smells delicious.

The dishes that Qing specializes in are more Western-style, with some improvements, making the taste less strong and much healthier.

From vegetarian dishes to meat dishes, the transition started from him and Su Shi's side, and went to Liang and Xingge's side, with shells, fish and the like on both sides.

The topic at the dinner table was at the opening of the STARRY exhibition hall.

In fact, before the opening, Xingge had already begun to contact bands, screening those with sufficient level, unique style, or those with growth potential. No matter the size of the exhibition hall, it is linked to the level of the performers, and there can be no relaxation in this aspect.

This choice is also two-way.

New boxes mean new opportunities, which will trigger territorial competition among low-end bands. Compared with the precarious roadside performances, a fixed place is quite beneficial for accumulating popularity.

There are many boxes (another name for performance halls) in Shimokitazawa, with no shortage of venues, bands, or guests... provided you have the ability.

"Sick Hack is enough to warm up the crowd. Even if they're the only ones, it won't be enough. I'll select two or three teams before the opening. It doesn't matter if the transition is average, but there's really nothing interesting..."

After muttering for a while, Hongxia told her sister about the Nagasaki ladies.

"Eh? Your mom? That's pretty rock 'n' roll."

I have to say that the composition of this team is quite a hot topic.

"If the ladies are so enthusiastic about coming on stage that they can perform the whole piece, I welcome it."

You don't even need an original song, a cover will do, and the purpose of warming up the audience will be achieved.

"Strictly speaking, it's just fun." Hong Xia summed up with a smile.

"Well, just be a little more serious."

"I think it's better not to hold out hope. I can play bass, but I can't pull the lead singer out of a crack in the rock."

"That's right."

Because it was just mentioned briefly, the topic passed quickly.

Qing handed Sister Xingge a box of Goodbaby juice. She took two sips and began to talk about the troubles before the opening, and then continued to drink, as if she was drowning her sorrows in alcohol.

[This isn't wine, right?]

A short break on the journey: 262, hot air, steam and floral fragrance

The first day of "living together" began.

Correction: The first day of living with Soyo.

Correction: It’s just the first day of two people living together.

The dinner was just a celebration. We didn't drink any alcohol and just ate until we were full. After the meal, we talked about music for a while and Qing played the bass for a while.

The quarrel didn't last too long because there were neighbors nearby. Xingge said that if we wanted to practice, we could just go to her place.

After helping to clean up, the band members took their leave in a leisurely manner.

"See you tomorrow."

"see you then."

“The meal was delicious, highly rated.”

The bassist left, holding onto the wall.

Some old doors close with a creaking sound.

Qing found the lubricant and squeezed a little into the door bolt, and the sound became smaller.

"That's good—Su Shi, you can stay in the inner room. I'll clean up the side rooms."

This old house is much bigger than Uncle Toyokawa's. It has two rooms, but the one next to it has no furniture. I bought tatami and new bedding today.

"Ok."

Miss Su Shi did not refuse and rubbed her nails with her fingertips.

Qing began to rearrange the furniture. "Isn't this place a bit too narrow? I was thinking of living alone before."

"No, I used to..."

When her last name was still "Ichinose", she also lived in a house like this that bore traces of time.

Somewhat nostalgic.

She stroked her hair and said, "I hope my brother doesn't think I'm disturbing you."

"No, to be honest, I would feel lonely if I lived alone."

“I often feel that way, too.”

"Want to practice the bass a little longer?"

"I'm a little tired today, let's do it tomorrow."

After the others left, the atmosphere between the two of them was not particularly awkward; it was even as natural as being alone.

There were many topics they wanted to talk about, so the conversation seemed disorganized, but the amazing thing was that they were always able to adjust back to the topic in tacit understanding.

Even in the band, there was no such thing.

[At that time, we were all connected by Xiaoxiang...]

With the only connecting point gone, the band's once joyful days vanished without a trace.

She is never the only one in Xiaoxiang's eyes and around him. Even if she makes more friends, she is still lonely.

In this strange house, communicating with people who made her feel close just by looking at them, Su Shi felt the time that belonged only to her, just like when she was with her mother, and she felt herself being filled up bit by bit.

"Then Sushi, go take a shower first. I've cleaned the bathroom, so you can use it without worry. I'll go clean up next to it."

"Ok."

Her brother left the room. Although the bedding was taken away, there was still a sweet citrus scent in the room. Although it was not the lemon scent she was used to, it was very relaxing to smell.

Su Shi no longer cares about these strange similarities and only regards it as a "gift".

It was compensation for her loneliness and suffering in the past year.

"Thank you."

Gazing out the window, I saw the cold, streetlights, invisible from the 45th floor. Cars rustled nearby, and a child in the next house asked if the "bang bang" sound was the clothesline breaking.