The man from Wugeng's family is indeed reliable

Is this Michiru's memory?

Music builds bridges and sounds shape the world.

Hiroshi seemed to be swept into the muddy current of eternity and was suddenly pushed into Michiru's long river of time.

Then, what Hiroshi already knew was the daily life after the exchange.

The city Michiru saw shimmered like a foreign country she had never seen before. Although they shared the same organs, the scenery they saw was completely different.

"so good……"

Michiru whispered softly in confusion.

As they communicated, without any reason at all, just doing it as if she wanted to, in the morning after talking with the old man, Michiru got on the train to the city where Hiroki was.

Going to the city?

Then, the wind chimes in front of the window swayed, and Michiru sat on the bed weakly, holding a guitar and facing the tape recorder.

This body and this heart are all obsessed with one person.

Even Hiroshi could feel the surging emotions in his heart. He let out a sigh and began to play and sing WHITE ALBUM.

Just as Hiroshi heard on the radio, that gentle singing voice.

No way, Michiru!

When the song started, Hiroki, holding his aching heart, called out to Michiru from behind.

But the sound from behind her turned into the timbre of wind chimes, and into the wind blowing through her hair, and disappeared.

Stop singing! Run! Get out into the open! Get out of the town before the earthquake!

But Hiroki's voice could not reach Michiru and could not attract her attention at all.

Michiru, run away!

Hiroshi shouted behind him with all his strength.

Michiru, run away, run away! Michiru, Hyodo Michiru! Gokogen Michiru!

Then, the sky and the earth shook, and the light dimmed.

Chapter 91 The Beginning of Hiroki Gokogen's Rescue Operation

A feeling of suffocation and weightlessness, and I suddenly opened my eyes from the darkness.

Thoughts rushed to my tear glands with heat, and the moisture in my eyes unconsciously turned into tears that flowed down my cheeks.

The feel of smooth skin, the room, the smell, the sensation, I sat up suddenly. My heart was pounding, my chest heaving with the intense emotion.

"It's Michiru."

A hazy voice reached his ears. He could feel the energy of the beating heart, the warmth of the body, and the neat and orderly room. Hiroshi seemed to have been saved. He hugged his arms tightly, buried his face in his knees, and spoke in a hoarse voice.

"Alive."

He shed tears.

The tearful cry, the lonely march under the gloomy sky, the search for every possibility, the all-out effort. Finally, at this moment, there was some reward.

This is a miracle that appeared here, despite having thought we would never meet again, despite having transcended all possibilities.

"Michiru, what's wrong? Are you feeling unwell?"

A mature and gentle voice sounded in my ears, and my body was hugged.

“This tastes like mom”

When Hiroshi came to his senses, he felt the deep worry and the joy in his heart was beyond words.

But then, out of the corner of his eye, he caught sight of the calendar on the wall, and his pupils subconsciously constricted. Three days left. His face grew anxious, and he grabbed his mother's arm.

"Hey mom, let's get out of here."

The mother raised her head and looked at her daughter with a puzzled expression.

"In three days, a massive earthquake will strike Japan. Everyone will die and this place will be reduced to ruins. Let's get out of here!"

The mother frowned in confusion and reached out to touch her daughter's forehead with concern.

"Are you feeling unwell? You're still talking in your sleep."

Her lips were bitten by her teeth, revealing some white marks. She smiled bitterly, shook her head and stood up.

It's no wonder her mother wouldn't believe it. Anyone who believes their daughter suddenly grabbing their hand and saying the world will end tomorrow must be a bit abnormal themselves. So, we have to find another way.

The way to salvation.

The sound of birdsong filled the air as Hiroshi walked on the familiar streets. The morning scene of the town was as peaceful as usual. The townspeople were in a harmonious atmosphere and greeted each other with smiles on their faces. Hiroshi secretly made up his mind.

I will definitely save you.

Absolutely, no one in this town will be allowed to die!

The anxiety in my heart grew stronger as time drew closer. My body movements and the pace of my steps also began to change.

Ways, ways, ways! What method could be used to get everyone to willingly gather in a safe area? This wasn't a large gathering. In class, Hiroshi slumped over the table, his hands buried in his arms, tapping his feet nervously, his pupils dilated as he considered all the possibilities.

"Oh right, big gathering!"

As if she had thought of some possibility, Hiroshi suddenly stood up from her seat and spoke loudly, and all the eyes in the class were immediately focused on her.

"Hyoudou-san, please don't make any loud noises in class."

The teacher in front of him pushed his glasses up his nose and chuckled seriously.

"I'm so sorry."

Bowing deeply to the people around him, Hiroshi apologized.

After finally getting through the morning class, Hiroshi quickly walked up to his classmate and good friend Ogasawara and bowed deeply again.

"Please, Haruka, please help me!"

"Eh?! All of a sudden..."

"Please, if we don't do anything, everyone will die in three days!"

In unison, the classroom suddenly became quiet, and everyone's eyes were focused on Haoshu again.

"Uh, hahaha, just kidding."

After making awkward joking gestures to the people around him, Ogasawara pulled Hiroki and spoke in a low voice with a serious look on his face.

"Michiru, are you telling the truth?"

"Really? I'm not kidding! There will be a major earthquake in Japan in three days. This town will be reduced to rubble."

"This... is a big deal!"

Tanaka on the side joined in the conversation with a very impressive look on his face.

"Wait, Tanaka, why are you agreeing with me? Do you believe it?"

Ogasawara patted the funny guy next to him in annoyance, with an angry expression on his face. He did this out of trust in his friend and to make sure of the reliability of this big thing.

"What other sources of information are there? Trustworthy channels? Reliable methods? Michiru, what the hell is going on here!?"

Faced with Ogasawara's overly normal behavior, his anxiety grew even stronger, and then Hiroshi used all means to take out almost all the money from Michiru's wallet.

"Haruka, please, I'll treat you, you can use the money as you please! Please, please lend me a hand, save me, and save everyone else."

"Even if you say so, I can't find any way."

Looking at Hiroshi's almost collapsed expression, Ogasawara sighed helplessly.

"...I can't help it...I don't understand at all, but is there anything I can do to help?"

"Thank you!"

Hiroshi was delighted with his friend's reply and bowed for the third time.

Apologize, plead, thank you. Three bows solve everything.

"So, Michiru, what do you want with Haruka?"

Tanaka sat on a stool, shaking his white and slender legs. His carefree style made it seem that he treated everything equally. Should we say he was a carefree person?

"Kotoka, aren't you a member of our school's wind band club? Could you please help me? It's the weekend in three days. We're having the club members perform together on the school grounds that day. Let's treat it as a warm-up for the national conference, okay? I'll figure out the venue arrangements, please."

"Well, yes, that's fine, but you know the so-called wind band only has a few people, and for a national conference, I'll have Miyauchi-chan and the others prepare."

"Really? Thank you so much!"

Hiroki completely ignored Ogasawara's embarrassed expression. He was already quite proud to have the school's only large group here. Besides, wasn't Michiru the one performing? Music isn't just for one person. All he had to do was apply to the school to get the event off the grounds of the wind band. That was the first step, confirmed!

"That sounds interesting. I'll help out too. I'll go borrow some sound equipment from the teachers."

Tanaka standing by said excitedly, waving his hands with an expression that said, "I'm interested and I want to come in and play too."

But this isn't a place for fun. Hiroshi looked at the two people who were full of interest and sighed inwardly.

The town wasn't very populated to begin with, mostly elderly residents and students like Michiru who stayed behind to study in the countryside. When they reached high school, they returned to the larger cities to study and live, so the town was crowded with elementary and middle schoolers. However, this small population also had its advantages: it was easier to gather, especially since the countryside didn't have many recreational activities on weekdays. It was wonderful for the children to bring a touch of joy to this peaceful town.

Imagining the future that was about to begin, Hiroshi couldn't help but laugh.

The guys in front of him were definitely trustworthy people, this was what Michi told him in the notebook.

Absolutely. You can definitely succeed!

Next, we'll set up the stage and promote the event! We need to get everyone here!

Chapter 92 Gokogen Hiroki Chases the Voice of the Soul

The beginning of a perfect battle

"They said they wanted to set up the venue, but this is the only place they could think of that could actually help."

Behind a lush cherry blossom tree, in an old, aging shop, a familiar old man lounged contentedly in a rocking chair, basking in the sun. His face, compared to years later, bore fewer wrinkles of pain and sadness.

He took a deep breath, then exhaled gently, his restless heart calming. In the mellow afternoon, echoing the crisp chirping of birds, he smoothed his hair, which flowed behind his ears like a living being entangled in cause and effect. Taking a step forward, Hiroshi stood before the old man.

It was a familiar scene, with a sign at the door saying Lai Yue Grocery Store.

So that's the old man's last name? Although Hiroshi had briefly interacted with him during the body swap, he hadn't taken it personally. Perhaps what made Hiroshi remember him was this stubborn old man who offered a helping hand to a complete stranger. A seemingly stubborn, yet genuinely kind-hearted man who could help a complete stranger. In this materialistic society, such precious people still exist. Hiroshi must be lucky. So, while this good luck still lingers, he must succeed in his next endeavor!

"Na"

Hiroshi leaned sideways to avoid the sunlight, so as not to disturb the old man's sunbathing enjoyment. With a slightly embarrassed look on his face, he opened his mouth to break the silence.

Elderly people are always prone to light sleep, especially for someone as weathered as Mr. Lai Yue, especially when he's still waiting for someone or something to arrive. The slightest movement would alertly open his eyes, and when he saw the person clearly, he uttered inexplicable words as if he had finally been saved.

"You're finally here. So I finally did it."

Exclamatory? Interrogative? This was an affirmative sentence. Hiroshi didn't understand what Mr. Laiyue meant, so he could only watch him quietly, waiting for his next words.

"Sorry, old man, I'm talking nonsense again." He patted his forehead and covered up the awkward atmosphere with a hearty smile. "So, what did you come to see me for this time?"

"How did Grandpa Lai Yue know that I was coming to ask you for help?"

"Forehead"

He opened his mouth, as if wanting to continue talking about this topic, but then closed it again, lowered his head, stood up from the chair, walked over to Hiroshi, and tapped the little guy on the forehead. He hunched his back and coughed twice in annoyance.

"No one will like a child who is so serious. Ahem, come on, tell me, what do you want an old man like me to do this time?"

Touching his struck forehead, Hiroshi grimaced awkwardly. Since he was being so senior, Hiroshi couldn't delve any further. But the old man's foresight really intrigued Hiroshi, but there was still something important to do first. He clenched his fist, raised it, and coughed twice, echoing the old man.

"Ahem, actually, I'm telling you, our school is hosting a music performance in three days. We don't have any experience setting up the stage, and we don't have any strong channels for publicity, so could you please help me?"

bang bang bang

Before he could finish his words, he was frightened by the old man's eyes lighting up when he heard the time and then he patted his chest heroically.

"Leave it to me. Musical performances are a great thing. It's been a long time since our town has had such a lively time with you kids. It really is true that we should have the vigor of the living. Not bad, not bad. Leave the stage work to me. On that day, I'll have the people of the town come together to be your audience. Leave it to me. Oh, haha."

"Eh? So simple?"

Things went so smoothly that Hiroshi was a little dazed. He stared at the old man in front of him with his mouth wide open, looking at him with an expression that said, "Leave everything to me."

What strange burden had this old man been carrying until now? This heroic act, if he were forty years younger, would have captivated countless young girls. Perhaps Hiroshi felt a sense of responsibility from this action, a responsibility called responsibility.

He clenched his fists and bowed to him excitedly, incited by the old man.

"Thank you very much! With your help, Grandpa Laiyue, this operation will definitely be a success!"

"Action?"