Chapter 23 Date
◎Singing just for you◎
The door opened and Zhao Yan stood outside, leaning against the wall. He must have been waiting for a while. Jiang Siyue suddenly became nervous and quickly turned her head to look, "Why are you standing here? What if we see you?"
"Yeah." Zhao Yan nodded, "I just ran into Yue Huan."
"Ah?" Jiang Siyue's eyes widened, unable to believe what she heard. "It's all over? What should I do then?"
Zhao Yan crossed his arms and asked, "Are you so afraid of being found out?"
"Dang..." Jiang Siyue looked into his eyes and suddenly came to her senses, "You lied to me."
"Not really." Zhao Yan raised the corner of his mouth slightly, "It's not normal to meet here."
Jiang Siyue gritted her teeth and looked at him with an angry look on her face.
Zhao Yan's smile deepened and he asked, "Where do you want to go?"
This question stumped Jiang Siyue. Her only knowledge of Tokyo was Ginza, a shopping destination, and neither of them had much interest in it. Seeing the cherry blossoms at night was also less appealing. Zhao Yan didn't rush her, and the two of them walked slowly out of the hotel.
As I walked out of the hotel, I was greeted by all kinds of noisy sounds. People who had just finished work were walking together in groups of three or four. Although Jiang Siyue couldn't understand the trivial conversations they were talking about, she was still infected by the smiles on everyone's faces.
A light suddenly flashed through her mind, and Jiang Siyue stopped and said, "Let's go to Ni-chome!"
A strange look flashed across Zhao Yan's eyes, but was quickly swallowed up by boundless calmness. "Because of Miriam Yeung's song?"
Jiang Siyue's eyes lit up instantly, and she asked in surprise, "You knew?"
Zhao Yan stared at her straight and nodded slowly a few times, "I've heard of it, but are you sure you want to go?"
The excitement in Jiang Siyue's eyes disappeared a little, "Don't you want to go?"
Zhao Yan gave a very faint smile, "No, I was afraid you would be disappointed."
…
After arriving at Shinjuku 2-chome, Jiang Siyue finally understood why Zhao Yan said she would be disappointed. This is a very common bar street in China. All kinds of sexy and nude posters are posted all over the street. It is so tacky that it is puzzling how the lyricist could write such heart-wrenching words.
Zhao Yan was not surprised by her disappointment. "Want to change places?"
Jiang Siyue shook her head, "No need, I'm here now." She closed her eyes and took a deep breath, letting the air around her enter her lungs. This was the other side of bustling Tokyo. It was not beautiful, but it really existed.
After the subconscious brainwashing was over, Jiang Siyue smiled faintly and strode forward. The streets weren't particularly scenic, and the subcultures were incomprehensible. It wasn't the best option for a city walk. After less than a hundred meters, the feeling of regret grew stronger.
Subconscious brainwashing was no match for the ravages of reality. Jiang Siyue lowered her head, her hands in her pockets, sighing softly in her heart, hoping that this street would end quickly.
"Wait a moment."
Zhao Yan held her, bent slightly, and raised his hand, and a large shadow fell. An earphone was plugged into his left ear, and the melody flowed into his heart like water.
"The streets suddenly became silent, and the sky was filled with cypress trees..."
Within his sight, there were countless people of all shapes and sizes, some angry, some laughing, some hurried, some slow. Zhao Yan blended in with the crowd, yet also stood out from it. The dazzling neon lights scattered around him, and the ambiguous colors became clear and calm.
In an instant, Jiang Siyue seemed to be pulled into his territory. The sound of the passing wind and human voices all disappeared, leaving only the singing flowing in the headphones and the deafening heartbeat.
His lips parted slightly, and he completely forgot what he had intended to say.
"How can we not listen to this song here?" Zhao Yan's gentle voice brought her back to reality. Jiang Siyue had no time to hide the panic in her eyes. She turned her head away and clicked a few times randomly.
The two of them walked slowly on the street, neither of them spoke, their shoulders occasionally touching each other, the extremely slight force, coupled with the mood at the moment, was enough to make people unable to ignore it.
"…Find someone else to rely on."
After the song ended, Jiang Siyue came back to her senses and prepared to say something, but she found that the scenery on the street had quietly changed. She was not interested to begin with, so she didn't ask any more questions and followed Zhao Yan, leisurely walking forward.
The May evening breeze was gentle and soft, carrying tender pink cherry blossom petals rustling down. Jiang Siyue shrugged, closed her eyes and felt it for a moment, sighing sincerely, "If only it were daytime now."
Although the cherry blossoms are beautiful at night, they always seem to lose some of their natural beauty under the lighting.
"I'll take you to see it tomorrow."
"Forget it, the flight is tomorrow morning." Jiang Siyue said dejectedly, "It's too late."
Seeing her say this, Zhao Yan stopped trying to persuade her. A faint sound of singing could be heard up ahead, and the further they got, the clearer it became. On the sidewalk, a gray-haired man was holding a guitar and singing a soothing slow song.
Occasionally, a pedestrian would stop and leave in a hurry within a minute.
Jiang Siyue stopped and said, "I want to listen for a while, is that okay?"
Zhao Yan nodded, and the two of them stood in front of the uncle. When the song ended, the uncle opened his closed eyes, his eyes shining. He smiled friendly at Jiang Siyue and said something in Japanese that Jiang Siyue didn't understand.
Zhao Yan translated for her, "He thanked you and praised you for being cute."
"Do you understand Japanese?"
"A little bit."
"Then please thank him for me and tell him that he sang beautifully."
Zhao Yan's thin lips opened and closed, and fluent Japanese flowed out of his mouth. Jiang Siyue felt that he was still being modest. This was definitely not "a little bit" in any way.
After a brief exchange, the uncle quickly sang the next song. Jiang Siyue didn't understand a word, but was immersed in the melody. After listening to several songs in succession, Jiang Siyue felt really embarrassed, but there was no cash box in front of the uncle. Jiang Siyue didn't know how to express herself, so she had to ask Zhao Yan for help.
"Wait for me here, don't move." After Zhao Yan finished speaking, he turned and walked towards another place. Jiang Siyue felt a little panicked. A few minutes later, Zhao Yan reappeared with a bag of things, and her nervous mood finally calmed down.
"Have a drink." Zhao Yan handed the drink to Jiang Siyue, and then gave another bottle to the uncle. The uncle took it generously and said something else. Jiang Siyue looked at Zhao Yan, waiting for his translation.
The drink was peach-flavored, and the aroma lingered in the air. Jiang Siyue's almond-shaped eyes flickered, and she was incredibly well-behaved. Zhao Yan conveyed the uncle's words.
"He said you were the first person in days who had listened to so many of his songs."
"Then tell me, his singing has its own unique flavor, it's very special, I like it very much."
“…”
The two of them chatted fluently with Zhao Yan's translation. Jiang Siyue's face was flushed, and the smile on her lips was bright and beautiful. Zhao Yan looked at her calmly, and his eyes, which were usually cold, were full of tenderness.
"He asked you to sing a song too." After Zhao Yan conveyed the message, the uncle handed the microphone to her. Unable to refuse the kindness, Jiang Siyue took this hot potato and her face turned bitter.
"I'm tone-deaf." Jiang Siyue was completely desperate. "I can sing eleven out of ten tunes. If someone posts it online, it will be such a disgrace to the Chinese people."
This reason... Zhao Yan didn't know whether to laugh or cry, "You're quite thoughtful."
"Yeah!" Jiang Siyue nodded heavily, "So please help me explain it, please." Jiang Siyue clasped her hands together and bowed to him.
Zhao Yan smiled helplessly and turned to the uncle and said: "Shen し訳ありませんが、wife は歌い方を知りません. (Sorry, my wife is not very good at singing)"
Uncle: "それで, sir, あなたは歌を歌うことができますか? (Is that so? Then can you sing a song)"
Zhao Yan's eyes wandered for a while, looking at the pitiful Jiang Siyue, and finally stepped forward and said softly: "Uncle only agreed to a one-for-one exchange."
He snatched the microphone from her hand. Jiang Siyue understood what he meant and wanted to go aside and wait, but she felt that it was not very kind, so she stood beside him and waited.
"So you cherish me so much, in the past..."
It was Miriam Yeung's song, "Unfortunately I'm an Aquarius," without any accompaniment. Zhao Yan's voice slowly rang out from the street corner. After the first climax, the uncle's guitar joined in.
The sound of the wooden guitar was light and distant, and the unique astringency of the guitar added a unique flavor to the song with each press and plucking. Zhao Yan's eyes were closed, the coldness in them was concealed, and his eyelashes trembled slightly, as if a different emotion was surging in them.
Jiang Siyue stared at him and started thinking.
As the song came to an end, many people gathered around. After the last note fell, Zhao Yan opened his eyes and looked at her. "Judging from your expression, I think I sang pretty well."
"More than good!" Jiang Siyue gave two thumbs up, "Next time, you can take first place in the top ten campus competition of the University of Finance and Economics."
Zhao Yan remained silent about her exaggerated description and just lowered his head and laughed.
"Really." Jiang Siyue confirmed again, "Hasn't you been praised when you sang before?"
"This is the first time I sing in front of people." Zhao Yan said, then leaned over slightly and whispered in her ear: "For you."
Her face quickly began to burn, and Jiang Siyue wanted to refute, but his eyes were clear and didn't seem fake.
Zhao Yan returned the microphone to the uncle, who took it with a smile. The two chatted for a few more sentences. Amidst a series of unfamiliar tones, Jiang Siyue suddenly understood a word, kiss. At first she was not sure, but after seeing the uncle's teasing expression, she knew she had heard it correctly.
Zhao Yan asked: "Do you understand?"
Jiang Siyue nodded reluctantly. Just as she was about to pretend to be stupid and leave the stage, someone in the crowd took the lead and shouted, "Kiss! Kiss! Kiss..."
This was truly a case of being forced into a difficult situation. Jiang Siyue looked awkwardly at the crowd, mostly young people in business attire. "It's already time to get off work, is it really okay for you guys not to go home and rest?"
Jiang Siyue's heart was about to stop working. She had no doubt that if this situation continued any longer, she would be sent to the hospital because of her rapid heart rate.
There are so many people here, it doesn't look like they can escape. Forget it, let's finish it quickly and go back to the hotel to rest.
Jiang Siyue stood on tiptoe, closed her eyes, and quickly glanced at the corner of Zhao Yan's lips. She thought about it, her back was turned to the crowd, and others might not be able to see clearly, so she just wanted to show her appreciation, but she had forgotten one person.
"キス, corner of the mouth touch れるだけではダメで, lip touch らないといけない! (Kiss, how can you kiss the corner of the mouth! You have to touch your lips with your lips)"
The uncle's heart was excited and his hands were dancing. Although Jiang Siyue didn't understand what he said, she knew that she couldn't hide it.
"What should I do?" Jiang Siyue really didn't know. If they were alone, she would have kissed him without hesitation. But now with so many people making a fuss, she really didn't dare to do it. "How about I pretend to faint?"
"Need not."
The author has something to say:
Forgive the poor Japanese translation, probably due to some problems with honorifics. My royal translator has a cold, so I can only use a stupid machine to translate it. Please make do with it! (acting like a spoiled child)
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