Hanyu House.
After dropping Akiba Reiko off at her apartment building, Hanyu Nan returned.
Although things didn't go exactly as I had planned, the final result was still quite good. If nothing unexpected happens, Xiaolan and the others should have found a music teacher.
"Hmm, it's definitely better to avoid accidents," he muttered to himself, then walked towards the villa.
"Young Master Yuzuru, you're back!" The maid poked her head out from the kitchen, greeted him warmly, and then went back to preparing dinner.
In the living room, Ai was sitting alone on the sofa, her chin resting on her hand, intently watching TV.
Yuzuru strode over, plopped down heavily, and casually scooped Ai into his arms, asking, "Why aren't we doing experiments today?"
Startled by Yuzuru's sudden action, Ai struggled slightly, but quickly calmed down in his warm embrace.
She adjusted her posture slightly, finding a more comfortable position to lean against Yuzuru's chest, still watching the TV intently, and casually replied, "Stop messing around, I'm not in the mood today."
Hearing this, Ai picked up the remote and changed the channel, then turned around and gave Yuzuru a hard glare.
Everything was contained in that one disdainful look.
The haughty little girl naturally knew exactly what someone had done today.
Seeing that she was about to be moved down in the queue again, it would be strange if she was in the mood to do experiments.
Haha~
Yuzuru chuckled, offering no explanation, and simply rested his chin on Ai's shoulder, quietly keeping her company as she watched TV.
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Meanwhile, while Yuzuru was patiently coaxing Ai, in another dark room, Akiba Reiko sat quietly on the bed with her knees drawn up to her chest.
A pair of crimson eyes gleamed in the darkness.
As a renowned female singer with perfect pitch, Reiko Akiba possesses exceptional hearing.
So, during the day when she was being chased, the handsome young man stood in front of her without hesitation, shielding her from the dark muzzle of a gun. At that moment, Akiba Reiko clearly heard her own heart pounding.
"Splash! Splash!"
It jumped so fast.
So fast, so fast... so fast that it was almost unbearable for her.
That heart was like a wild horse, galloping wildly, faster and faster, more and more urgent...
Reiko Akiba knew exactly what this meant, just as she could easily distinguish the subtle differences between each note by ear alone.
At this moment, her mind was filled with the brief yet meaningful self-introductions she had given to that boy when they first met at the Domoto Concert Hall.
Yuzuru Hanyu.
Autumn Court pities the child.
No one said much, but they both instantly understood each other's hidden meanings, just like the little things they had done together over the past few days.
That kind of tacit understanding comes from a deep connection of souls.
Musicians, on the other hand, deeply believe in this unique connection of souls.
Only when notes and emotions blend perfectly can a moving melody be created.
In the quiet room, I remained immersed in silence for a long time.
*Smack!*
A fair, delicate hand pressed against the tape recorder beside it.
The melodious music flowed gently into the room.
As the tape recorder played music, the group photo that had been placed in the center of the table was quietly flipped over.
It's as if this memory, along with the music, has been deeply buried in my heart.
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The concert was held as scheduled the following day.
Today, the entire Japanese and even global music industry is closely watching whether this concert can be held as scheduled, and the Suzuki Group is undoubtedly playing a significant role in this.
For capitalists, popularity undoubtedly means a flood of money.
Therefore, no matter how many people have died, this concert must continue.
Ayumi's house.
"Mom, I think I heard Yuzuru's voice."
Early in the morning, sleepy-eyed Ayumi struggled to get out of bed, rubbing her still-closed eyes. Wearing her cute bunny pajamas, she wobbled out of her bedroom and looked around the living room.
Yuzuru Hanyu told her yesterday that he would come to pick her up this morning to go to the concert together.
She was sound asleep when she vaguely heard the door open.
After searching carefully in the living room, but not finding the figure she was so eager to see, Ayumi pouted her pink lips, walked to her mother's bedroom door, and tried to reach the handle by standing on tiptoe.
I pulled twice, but couldn't open it.
The door was locked from the inside.
"Mom, are you up?" Ayumi knocked on the door, a little puzzled, because her mother usually didn't lock the door.
There was no response from the room. Just when Ayumi thought her mother hadn't gotten up yet, a voice came out.
"Ayumi, Mom isn't up yet. Why don't you sleep a little longer? Yuzuru-nii won't be here until later."
“Okay…can I sleep with Mom?” Ayumi asked.
"No, Ayumi, Mommy wants to sleep a little longer by herself. You go to sleep and be a good girl."
Then, before Ayumi could reply, Mrs. Yoshida continued, "Sweetie, not now, you have to grow up first."
These words are somewhat nonsensical.
Ayumi blinked, wondering if her mother was still half asleep. Wasn't the reason her mother slept alone just because she was growing up?
Why do we have to grow up before we can sleep together? Shouldn't we only be able to sleep together when we're little?
Ayumi scratched her head in confusion and yawned.
Children are prone to drowsiness, so Ayumi didn't think about it any further. She turned around, went back to her room, climbed into bed, and carefully covered herself with the blanket.
"I hope to see Brother Yuzuru when I open my eyes again."
Ayumi made a wish in her heart, a sweet smile on her face, and drifted back to sleep.
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