People in Tokyo, the world is clear

"I've gradually come to understand some things. If you don't set your expectations too high, life seems to be full of surprises. I used to be too hopeful."

Ms. Qingshan began to share the interesting things that happened during her work today with a smile:

"Today, a long-time customer came to the restaurant. He's a quiet old man who always orders the same few dishes. On a whim, I told the kitchen to add a few more pieces of meat. Guess what?"

"how."

"That old man actually counted the meat carefully and told me at first that he'd made a mistake! He looked so ordinary, but he was a very attentive person! Then, after he explained everything, he thanked me very sincerely. Thinking back on it now, I'm so happy!"

Probably touched by the memories, the girl still curled her lips:

"That's strange. Before... I never did anything extra like this."

The girl continued to ramble on about something. It was just ordinary, everyday stuff, but it had a certain moving tone when it came out of her mouth.

Lifelike, vivid, as if you are there.

Maybe it's a singer's talent.

Lin Sen was able to confirm his judgment once again. This girl was indeed talented in singing.

But the world has a cruel side. Talent that cannot be realized is like a beautiful jade wrapped in a hard stone, no one cares about it.

So, will her summer come one day?

Lin Sen believed this, but he was not sure.

Qingshan Xiazhi seemed to have given up looking forward to this long ago, but he still persisted out of inertia.

I can't help but think of a sentence that the French poet Albert Camus once said:

[I never expect life to be smooth sailing, I just hope that when I encounter difficulties in life, I can be its opponent.]

This girl probably puts it into practice best.

Lin Sen watched her check the tuning and then started playing the guitar in the street.

A girl in her twenties, but she seems very young, so young that she seems to be still growing up.

At the beginning, even when I spoke in a small bar, I had to be so nervous and trembling that I had to introduce myself over and over again.

Now he can sit on the street and play the old guitar in his hand.

She had probably grown up, and in some ways, become braver.

Lin Sen felt a certain pleasure in seeing this. To be blunt, perhaps this child bore some remnants of his past.

Because I've suffered through it myself, I can relate to her and hope she can find her way out of it. This is probably the reason we got to know each other and the driving force behind my desire to be part of her dream.

It's human nature.

With this emotion, Lin Sen watched the girl pluck the strings and waited for her to open her mouth gently.

But he was stunned when he heard the first few string notes.

because--

What sounded in my ears was an unexpected tune.

It seemed to be outside the scope of the repertoire that he had "copied" for her from another world in the future.

He looked over with surprise, but only saw a cunning expression on the girl's face.

"I recently found an opportunity to create something original. I tried my best to stick to your creative style, Xiaolin. Do you want to check on your students' ability to apply what they've learned?"

"Great. Of course, I'd be happy to."

Qingshan Xiazhi's enthusiasm for learning and improving in music is really amazing.

Considering the current situation, it is even more valuable.

Lin Sen suddenly felt complicated.

He took a deep breath, straightened his back, and turned his head to glance at the girl beside him.

The evening breeze blew across the streets, bringing with it the rich aroma of roasted chicken and duck, mixed with the fresh scent of bakeries.

The pace of pedestrians on the street was slow, and even the speed of cars on the road seemed to have slowed down a lot.

Perhaps, it is due to the relaxed environment and atmosphere.

This time she didn't take a deep breath or make any movements to relieve the tension.

He just smiled carefreely, not even caring about plucking a few guitar strings.

Light and scattered.

Just like the daily work life at the restaurant and store just now, she sang a simple song.

"This is a very immature song I wrote."

"Thank you very much for stopping by and listening."

"The thing about becoming an immature adult"

“It seems like I just passed by.”

"I always find it kind of funny..."

“Actually, I always want to write that kind of song that moves forward, but I just can’t.”

"I haven't grown up enough to support anyone yet."

"It seems that I'm not strong enough."

"sorry..."

Although she was singing something depressing, her tone was smiling.

And some relief.

Even in the next second, the girl raised her head slightly and gazed at the gradually rising sunset.

Her eyes looked somewhat empty and distracted.

As a result, I failed to notice the expressions and movements of the young people around me, from surprise to looking around.

Even the travelers who suddenly stopped and gathered around him.

——He didn’t even notice that he was being slowly surrounded.

A little dull.

At this moment, she seemed to be singing only to herself.

Surrounded by a strange sense of comfort and happiness.

He just smiled to himself and slowly relaxed his gentle voice.

Raise the pitch:

"Kaijin, to my future self..."

"Where are you now and what are you doing?"

"Are you still living a good life?"

Chapter 5: Suddenly I Feel Spring Deepens and the Year Is Halfway Down (K)

Qingshan Xiazhi simply sang a few songs.

One original piece, and a few shorter, more practiced pieces.

During this period, there was probably a lively process.

But the girl was very focused throughout the whole process and didn't even pay attention to the audience around her singing.

Only when he was exhausted did he take a deep breath, hugged his guitar and bowed to the few remaining audience members. He smiled and picked up the notebook beside him, inviting the remaining onlookers to leave messages.

The deserted ending is indeed the destination and end of all street singing activities.

However, the strange and unfamiliar melody, the unique sound that is different from the times, and the singer's request for the audience to share their thoughts and feelings may arouse some curiosity.

"Little girl, what's your job?"

Novel Group 1⑧⑨

So, a middle-aged man who was at the end of the queue and handed back the notebook asked this question.

The original intention was indeed unintentional.

But he didn't expect that an expression of serious thinking appeared on the girl's face.

Finally, she narrowed her eyes with some relief.

"I don't really have a fixed main job. Part-time job? Probably just trying to find a way to stay in Tokyo."

"Have you ever thought about becoming a singer?"

"If there is a chance, of course I would. This is also the reason why I have stayed here all this time."

For some reason, when Qingshan Xiazhi said this, a strange expression of relief appeared on his face.

The gradually mellowing daylight reflected another color on her face.

"But, as you can see, there aren't many opportunities for me to sing in prestigious venues. Perhaps, I can only ask everyone here to bear witness to my futile efforts."

"Do you have any regrets? Many times life is not what you imagined it would be."

This middle-aged man was surprisingly talkative. Lin Sen, standing nearby, glanced at his expression and noticed a hint of melancholy and emotion on his face.

Maybe the previous performance and Ms. Aoyama's confession evoked some emotions in me.

There is no shortage of stories in the world that eventually disappear, and there is no shortage of existences that are buried in the vast sea of ​​people.

Many people's stories can be told at great length, but just like the girl next to me who started singing for money, no one else ever paid attention.

There are too many neglected people in the world.

Perhaps, what is truly valuable is the other answer I finally got in this waste of time:

"Of course. Sometimes, faced with the emptiness of everyday life, I always feel hopeless and sad, and I think about giving up. But sometimes, when I think about it, as a child, I always looked forward to the clear sky after a heavy rain. Maybe because of this, I am not so afraid of thunder anymore."

The aunt of the pig is the aunt of the pig.

For some reason, the middle-aged man stood there in a daze when he heard the girl's calm words.

He squeezed the poster in his hand, suddenly acting like a child, bewildered. After a while, he woke up and took out his wallet from his pocket.

“Maybe I can do my bit…”

"No no no!"

Now it was Miss Xia Zhi who had an anxious look on her face.

She put down her guitar and raised her head with a serious expression.

"Well, we don't accept that. We're glad you came to listen. If there's a chance in the future, we can sell you a concert ticket. I hope you'll still be enthusiastic about supporting us."

There was a strange persistence in the girl.

So when they packed up their equipment and set off together, Lin Sen, who was helping to carry the equipment bag, became a little playful.

He casually said two sentences:

"Have you ever considered that the guy you stopped was about to pull out a check or a business card from a record company manager instead of a banknote?"

"That makes sense! I've got material for my dreams tonight."

Although she fought back effectively, the girl acted as if she was indeed a little tired.

The voice seemed a little weak.

I was busy all day and even finished performing several songs on the street after work.

At this moment, vitality is worthy of the body that has always held its head high and chest out.

Qingshan Xiazhi lowered his head, and even the sound of his footsteps became lighter.

It's rare to see someone show some fragility besides vitality.

But as if he suddenly thought of something, he turned his head, and there was still a glimmer of light in his eyes that seemed to be almost closed. He didn't know where he got the strength from, but he stared at me with expectation.

Try to show that you value:

"By the way, what do you think, Xiaolin?"