People in Tokyo, the world is clear

She seemed to feel honest and credible.

She seemed very happy, reaching out her hand to seek a resonance of feeling, and then put her hand on my shoulder.

I looked up at the night sky. I gazed at the skyscrapers of the city, faintly visible even from here, that cut through the sky.

"But."

she said softly.

"Sometimes, I would secretly and shamelessly think about it. The tall buildings, the sea of ​​lights at night, the bustling crowds of people. Will these things ever be related to me one day?"

"..."

In the silence, the girl, who had grown older unknowingly, suddenly laughed.

With the corners of his mouth turned up.

"But no matter how I think about it, it's impossible. In fact, during this period of time, I gradually came to my senses. I don't belong here."

The hand that was supporting the shoulder slid down gently, slowly along the arm, and finally formed a fist, hitting the back of Lin Sen's hand that was placed on the newspaper.

"I'm so happy to meet you, Xiaolin, in the final moments of this dream. Perhaps, if it weren't for you, I wouldn't have dared to sing my favorite songs so boldly in a place with so many strangers, as I once hoped."

Ms. Aoyama, take a deep breath.

"Well, this summer. And then, use the words you often say, Xiaolin."

She raised her hands high to the twinkling night sky.

"When this is all over, raise your hands and surrender."

Perhaps, I have been complacent and confident.

Then, I secretly felt unwilling and complained.

I felt relieved, but then it happened again.

Even now, something is still burning in my heart.

But, maybe, nowadays.

Slowly I realized it.

Twenty-four-year-old Qingshan Xiazhi is no longer the girl who can go forward without hesitation with a guitar on her back and a ticket in her hand.

She is not a child anymore.

You should also know and understand that all fairy tales told to children are lies.

Life is actually a boring novel. My days in Tokyo are probably the brief but interesting second volume.

But that's all it is. It can be told in just a few words, and then, it's a long, boring end.

It's time to end it. Lingering and dragging things out will only make people tired.

If you don't want your unattainable dream to become dull, why not choose a suitable time to put an end to it?

Maybe it would be really sad, but at this moment, Miss Aoyama wanted to make up her mind.

only--

The brewing of emotions did not reach its peak, because a hand stroked her back, supporting her to stand up little by little.

"..."

Turning around, I was greeted by a face with a peaceful expression.

"I don't know how to begin. But I have a question. We are friends, right?"

This guy always seems to be like this. No matter what, there's no trace of discouragement in his voice.

He wasn't the type to smile and have a good time with you, but strangely, there was always a power in his voice.

He can make people let go of some of their worries and just want to follow his rhythm in a trance.

Miss Qingshan suddenly felt a little dizzy, but she nodded without hesitation.

So, the next moment, she felt her wrist being grabbed and she was stumbled and pulled in front of an elderly couple who were studying how to play the guitar.

The old lady held the guitar in her hand and tried to pluck the disobedient iron strings clumsily and slowly.

The old man next to him, who also had no knowledge of music, was anxious, but there was nothing he could do. He could only put one hand on his waist and pretend to make some unreliable comments.

The young man next to her let go of her hand, bent down and whispered a few words to the two old people, and borrowed the guitar that looked like it had just been bought.

Turning around, I saw her coming over:

"Maybe I'm just being sentimental? But I think I understand you. I've also been through a phase like this, too concerned with the past and too worried about the future. I can't see the future because I've seen it."

He thrust the instrument in his hand into hers.

"But I also heard a saying. Yesterday is history. Tomorrow is a mystery. And today..."

Under Miss Qingshan's surprised gaze, he reached out and gently hugged her through the guitar.

Just the right hug.

And there was a firm whisper in my ear.

“It’s a gift from God.”

"Xiao Lin..."

Qingshan Xiazhi reacted and murmured.

"I'm not someone who knows how to persuade. Perhaps, in your eyes, what I said before was just consolation or joking flattery. You still don't believe that you are a special person who can do special things. So, let's put it this way. I only hope that you can do one thing."

"..."

The girl with the ponytail might have been in a state of mental breakdown. But from her deliberately slowed breathing, Lin Sen knew that she was listening carefully.

Thus, the brief and shallow hug ended.

He stood in front of her, stretched out his hand, and held her shoulders, as if he was seeing a young man from the past.

In the past, in another world, he himself was also in pain, confused and unable to continue.

He had managed to hold on at that time, but it was clear that the girl before him was about to be unable to hold on any longer.

At this moment, Lin Sen's thoughts were very simple.

He still remembered what she said in her sleep that day.

In fact, she doesn’t want to “die” yet, she still wants to keep her dream “alive”.

Maybe I'll change my mind in the future, but not now, not this summer.

But now, she can hardly do it.

About to fall off a cliff, surrender.

In that case——

Hold her. Perhaps, this is the only thing to do.

So, he said:

"Don't think about anything. Cherish today like a gift. Promise me, Summer Solstice in Aoyama."

"Then, wait. Your summer will come, I say."

You will become a great person

Chapter 1 I Come

Light pollution.

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It is the indelible trace of the daytime city.

The hustle and bustle of the city that never sleeps, with the lights just coming on, only leaves room for people to indulge in a life of drunkenness and dreams.

The city never cares about the restless nights of the frustrated people.

And always ignore the insignificant individual voices——

"Click."

The girl with a ponytail lowered her head, turned the key, pushed open the door of the rental house on the middle floor, and turned on the light.

The two closed glass windows on the opposite side were visible at first glance, and beyond them lay the pale black sky.

The clouds hidden in the darkness reflect the colors of the faint light coming from the ground.

Vague and hazy, it presents a gentle ink and deep blue.

I almost thought it was a sign of dawn - but the truth is, it was just a projection of the absurd brilliance of the city.

It’s always like this. I thought if I endured a little longer, the sun would come out, but in fact, I was still in the long night.

Hungrily grabbing at that bit of bubble-like illusion of the city, in the afterglow of the crumbling enthusiasm, he was in a trance and became addicted.

So I had an illusion, and so I pretended to have some courage.

Only then did I gather some strength and push myself forward.

But this strength has a kind of inertia, like walking in a swamp. When you can still persevere, in the dry repetition day after day, you don't notice the slightest slowdown in your steps, nor do you care about the accumulation of fatigue and despair.

It was not until I could hardly walk anymore that I realized that I was already exhausted and unable to move.

Qingshan Summer Solstice probably means I have some energy left.

Yet, she ran, then walked, and finally stumbled, trying her best but still seeing no end.

Now, I can no longer run or walk fast. Now, only the last ripples remain that can be easily grasped.

People always seem to mature through setbacks. No longer the youngsters who can abandon everything, they begin to learn to look ahead and behind, to calculate gains and losses.

So, at some point, Xia Zhi began to regain her composure. She calculated the remaining energy in her body, feeling as if death were imminent.

It is certain that her journey of singing, stage and audience will not reach the other side.

A few more steps and she would die. Her dream, her persistence and passion, her optimism and hard work.

A few more steps and I'd die a miserable death, covered in mud, filth, and a terrible stench.

Of course, she was unwilling and in pain. The girl, who was no longer young, thought about calling for help.

However, her life was too far away from the shore.

She always appeared so optimistic, so brave, so simple. She always smiled, a smile so bright that even when she raised her hands to ask for help, it felt like she was saying goodbye with dignity.

She is like a scarred, indestructible tree, always looking upright, but on an ordinary, sunny day, she will completely crack along the grain from top to bottom.

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Qingshan starts to get scared when the summer solstice comes.

It's so strange. I've clearly decided that summer will end this year, and I've kept telling myself I want a beautiful, regret-free farewell. But as that day draws ever closer, what surges in my heart isn't indifference or relief, but a flood of pain and sorrow.

But she couldn't tell anyone. She couldn't tell anyone. She didn't want those ugly, complicated, dark emotions to hurt anyone. Especially not her family, her friends, or the kind strangers around her.

Everyone she cared about.

She used up her last bit of strength.

When you want to call for help from everyone and everywhere, sing to everyone and everywhere.

When you want to catch someone crying and begging, just laugh and joke with them.

She told of her happy days amidst the fatigue and anticipation of hard work. She told of the traces she had left in this cruel yet beautiful city. Then, she asked them to come and see her off at some time on a certain day, and prayed for happiness and health in the days ahead.

Miss Qingshan is indeed a clumsy person.

I don't understand anything, I can't do anything. All I do is laugh foolishly all day long.

But she is a lucky person.

A few years ago, some of the girls who worked with me found husbands in Tokyo, and some became store managers of chain stores. The boss who always took good care of her, Uncle Tiger, made a fortune in the stock market.

Even he, who was secretly delighted by it, like a rare ray of sunshine in a dull winter day, seemed to no longer need to worry about the financial constraints of city life.

And speaking of him...