People in Tokyo, the world is clear

From the folk queen of a few years ago, to the frenetic rock queen of today, to the music master of the future, each stage has left an indelible impression on the history of Chinese music.

This is probably why Nakajima is qualified to be called the most "red" national treasure singer in the history of Japanese music.

But in fact, for Lin Sen, these impressive titles are not important.

There is only one thing that matters.

That is, the Nakajima in front of him is the spiritual totem of self-motivation that always exists in the musical dream of someone around him.

If this sight can make your little singer happy, why not do it?

But what was unexpected was that the first reaction of the person in question after coming to his senses was to turn around.

Her fingers came over and gently pinched the flesh on his shoulder.

"Xiaolin...does it hurt?"

"Kind of."

"Is it true that I'm not dreaming?"

"So, why did your first reaction to determining whether it was a dream be to pinch me?"

"Because it's all your fault! Really..."

Ms. Aoyama suddenly raised her voice, as if the delay had ended, and became flustered in an instant.

He tapped his agent's shoulders twice, then lowered his head to check if his attire was appropriate.

"I just picked something random this morning and put it on... Is this the right outfit to wear to meet my idol... Ua ...

As he continued to whimper, Qingshan Xiazhi suddenly lost his words.

Lower your head.

Her little hands, which had nowhere to go, waved around her waist, and finally she grabbed his hand, which she had just held, as if she had found a life-saving straw, and finally she calmed down a little.

Like a young wife meeting her elders, she timidly looked up at the idol lady who had covered her mouth and almost couldn't straighten her back.

Suddenly I woke up as if from a dream, feeling inexplicably excited and energized.

He bent down sharply with his hands raised behind his back, and bowed deeply along with his confused and forced agent.

"Nakajima-senpai! Um, I've been a fan of yours for many years... What should I do next... Yeah, an autograph!"

Once again, I was at a loss, like a child who had lost something and turned out his shirt and trouser pockets but found nothing.

Then, realizing his own clumsiness, he became so ashamed that he got so angry that he grabbed the clothes of the young man next to him and shook him.

"Xiao Lin! Do you have any white paper? Ugh~ I have so many tapes at home but I didn't bring them... This is my chance to ask for your autograph..."

There was a lot of commotion and chaos.

After a while, he raised his hands in pain, covering his head which was hit by Lin Sen, and then he calmed down and stood obediently by the side.

There was still a trace of grievance on the corner of his mouth, but his eyes had already lit up and were staring to the side and front.

Witnessing the whole process, the woman, who was already staggering back and forth, grabbed the new notebook handed to her by the young man and completed a series of actions to sign after finally stabilizing herself.

Then, he pounced on his agent, who had not yet turned around to hand over the item, snatched the hot autograph book from his hand, and staggered close to him, grinning foolishly.

The innocent and cute posture even brought a smile to Mr. Sakamoto, who usually has a calm expression.

As for Ms. Nakajima, who became the center of attention the moment she entered the room, her face was full of doting, and she wanted to reach out and touch the head of her junior.

"I originally wanted to see the strength of the rising star in the music world that Sakamoto-san and Kobayashi-san talked about, but I didn't expect it to turn out like this."

She put her hands on her hips and said, "The solemn mood I had worked so hard to build up on the way here suddenly disappeared."

Nakajima's voice is calm and gentle. It's hard to imagine such a voice could have such tension and penetrating power when singing.

However, if he had to compare, Lin Sen still preferred the sweeter voice of Miss Xia Zhi - was this considered loving someone and loving their dog too?

He took the opportunity to touch the head of the girl next to him who was still in the joy of receiving candy:

"My husband really likes your early works. When we first met, he kept telling me how great and amazing you are."

"Thank you, it's really a pleasure... Early days, though?"

Curiosity flashed across Nakajima's face.

Lin Sen nodded loudly:

"Yes. Ever since you tried exploring new styles like rock two years ago, she's lost her direction, having followed you. After all, her voice isn't suited to such a volatile transformation, and she's been frustrated in her musical journey. I remember her complaining that Nakajima, who sang folk songs, was the better... uh uh."

Then the young man who was not careful with his mouth was covered by the nervous girl's hand, accompanied by a panicked explanation.

"Don't, don't listen to this guy! I don't mean to dislike your current style of music..."

The interaction between the two young people made Nakajima so happy that he quickly waved his hand to smooth things over:

"Don't be nervous, I won't be angry. Actually, I'm still in the process of finding my own musical style... As the saying goes, the road ahead is long and arduous."

Perhaps because she was in a good mood, she even smiled and explained it in detail:

"My vocal range lies between tenor and alto. The reason I've been trying to transition in recent years is that I want to explore more possibilities and more ways of telling musical stories based on my vocal conditions. I understand that Qingshan prefers my folk music period, but as a musician, I'm more eager to find the path that suits me best."

It was a very appropriate and profound speech.

Immediately, the girl who was listening nodded her head.

This also freed Lin Sen up, giving him room to continue speaking and making amends:

"You are truly remarkable. Few people have ventured into the female rock field before you, yet you not only boldly took the plunge, but also achieved accomplishments that would amaze any onlooker."

"That's kind, Kobayashi-san. And..." Nakajima tilted his head with a smile, "I heard that today is Qingshan's recording day? Why is the topic always lingering around me?"

"After all, she's your fan. She's eager to let you know how much you mean to her and share this joy with you."

As he said this, Lin Sen raised his head slightly and gave a firm and confident expression, as if stating a fact:

"Also, I have to say, as Aoyama's agent, I'm quite happy to see Nakajima-senpai's transformation."

"Why do you say that?"

"After all, I don't want to hear rumors in the future that the Queen of Folk Music was forced to switch to rock music because she was afraid of 'young upstarts'."

"..."

The conversation fell into a brief silence due to this firm and bold statement.

next second.

"X-Xiaolin!"

Only after Miss Qingshan's panicked exclamation did Lin Sen relax his suddenly tense expression.

"I'm just kidding."

"Don't joke like that, you idiot! It's very offensive!"

But Nakajima, who had the declaration made in front of him, smiled with his eyes narrowed, obviously seeing the young man in front of him who was deliberately trying to amuse his cute female companion.

No dissatisfaction at all.

Of course I knew it was a joke—after all, whether on the phone or in person, this older boy had always been very polite. He was humble, and his actions and words were always clear and concise.

While showing respect appropriately, it is also free of the long-winded and cumbersome politeness that is common in our country, which is very comfortable.

But he became a little lively and cheerful in front of the young singer beside him.

It reminds people of the naughty boy in junior high school who had a crush on the girl at the same table but had to make her angry in front of the teacher.

It seemed that making her angry and hitting him would make him happy.

Really, I haven’t seen such an interesting young man in a long time.

but--

Let’s recall the serious expression on the face of the junior who just told such a “big talk”...How many true words are said in the form of jokes?

When talking about the girl next to him, even his aura changed slightly.

It seemed as if he was really willing to firmly believe that the girl whose hand he had just held tightly was qualified to be the "young upstart" who could compete with her, Nakajima, or even squeeze her out?

What made him make such a judgment?

Is it the confidence in his own management ability as a manager, the confidence in the girl's talent, or... the blind love?

Nakajima could see that the two young people secretly admired each other, but there seemed to be something between them, like the feelings they always dared not express in their school days.

I was surprised to find such a hazy feeling in two adults.

This gave rise to a little envy.

She's not a deaf or closed-door person who's oblivious to the world outside. In fact, she'd already gotten to know this younger generation, who's been a frequent topic of conversation in related circles, while hosting the radio program "All-Night-Nippon" in recent weeks.

A young woman from Kansai drifting in Tokyo, two years of wasted time and persistence, a final summer where success is the only option...and of course, the most gossiped about thing is her relationship with her agent, who is also a newcomer in the industry.

We call each other friends, but in reality...it's even to the point where I can't sing without him by my side when I'm nervous.

I didn't quite believe it at first. But now that I've seen it with my own eyes...I can't help but feel a certain romantic sentimentality that only young people can.

She depends on him, and he trusts her 100%...it's a heartwarming relationship to watch.

But what Nakajima never expected was that something even more unprecedented was still to come.

It wasn't just that demo song that made fellow colleague Sakamoto-san run to the recording studio to find a piano and try to adapt and play the accompaniment.

There was also the music sheet and lyrics handed to her by a young man with a sly smile, and a ready-made accompaniment tape that appeared from nowhere.

Almost half-heartedly, this famous singer, whose name could already be written into the history of Japanese music, took the initiative to put on headphones, stood in front of the microphone, and subconsciously immersed herself in the music she had just encountered.

I couldn't help but try to sing:

"My life is fading like a flower..."

"..."

"Life is like a journey, it always is..."

"Wandering in the cold wind, seeking warmth..."

"Don't cry anymore, my love!"

"Tears don't suit [you]!"

"Let's resolutely embark on the journey!"

"But, my heart still longs for a smile..."

By the end, he was completely absorbed in the lyrics and couldn't help but use the angry voice he had acquired in recent years to fully explode the emotions of the song.

He reached a state of ease and sang the song he had just encountered almost perfectly.

The talent and ability of the national treasure singer were revealed at this moment, which not only amazed Lin Sen, the provider of the song, but also made the girl next to him have stars in her eyes.

Pulling his clothes, she whispered proudly in his ear, "Look, this is the idol I support!"

But as a real singer, after completing the audition, Nakajima's shock reached its peak.

He took off his headphones, rushed to the young man who was clapping with Miss Aoyama, and looked straight at him.

“This song is really great.”

"Thank you."

"Can you tell me its name?"

"Winter Flowers."

"Was it...Xiao Lin who did it?"

"Not really. I was just a partial inspiration."

As if thinking of something interesting, Lin Sen smiled as he began to explain:

"A few days ago, I contacted the lead singer of the band Elephant Rampage. He's a young man named Miyamoto. Do you know him?"

"I've heard..."

"Because we're the same age, we hit it off right away when it comes to music. So, we thought we'd write a song together to pay tribute to 'Goodbye,' the song you wrote for Ken Naoko in 76. Did you sense that just now?"

"You realize... it's the line 'Don't cry anymore, my love', right?"

Nakajima stared at the young man in front of him, as if he wanted to get to know him all over again.

The person who could bear the attention looked more relaxed: