MTL - The Most Beautiful Boy In Tokyo-Chapter 166 : The Disappearing Yu Xian Zhisheng (1)

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Do you need a reason to love someone?

Unfortunately, it is needed.

Family, money, trust, character, hobbies, all the things in the world constitute the cornerstone of liking, and people get closer together. Therefore, liking someone is not something worth showing off, it continues the reproduction of human beings. In the day-to-day life tends to be peaceful.

Years later - 'How did I choose this guy in the first place' 'What's the matter with him?

When a person can't get the person he likes, it's sad on the surface, but it's anger on the inside - how can I not be worthy of you? why don't you like me? Why can't I have you and everything.

But you don't need a reason to love someone.

Among thousands of people, I met the people I met, in the tens of thousands of years, in the boundless wilderness of time, there was no one step earlier, nor one step later, just happened to meet.

It takes on everything, transcends everything, ignores everything.

Loving is harder than liking.

So love to get, is a blessing in life.

Not being in love is the norm in life.

The sound of the piano circling gracefully in the sun, the tune penetrates every skin, through the rush of blood vessels, reaches the depths of the soul, and whispers in the soul.

Sammy Hua listened quietly, the sunlight reflecting her eyes into color.

The boy's fingers, the boy's hair, the boy's eyes, every breath that rhythms with the music, all rubbed into her deep mind in the slowly elongated time and space.

Like a pond in a deep mountain and an old forest, the first cicadas chirped in summer.

She curved her lips slightly, her brows gentle.

She felt happiness for no reason.

This kind of inexplicable and indescribable happiness is like trekking a thousand-year-old snow-capped mountain, and at the moment of dawn, seeing a shimmer of light from the sky, makes people happy and want to shed tears.

This shimmer is getting bigger and bigger.

The young man opened up his lonely world so that everyone could see his fragile heart, a bright red planet, clean and charming, affectionate and pure.

The slightly half-opened eyes turned into a vast sea, indulging in passers-by. There was nothing at the bottom of the sea, not even the sound of water. It was just empty and empty. Under the deep and low performance, lonely bubbles burst open. , turned into a sad rain, wet the desolate boundless land.

It is hard to imagine that the cello could be played like this.

The tune itself is one thing.

But the feelings of the performers are more precious.

A musical instrument is a tool to show the player's heart, such as a writer's pen and a chef's knife. Different people perform the same piece of music, and the artistic conception brought by them is completely different.

In this life, Yu Xianzhi only wanted to live for love.

This is his answer.

Facing the desolate banshee under the moonlight, Seimei Tsuchimikado did not look back. He wanted to experience his life, he had his story, and he would not stop for a banshee.

Not because of love is the norm in the world.

He just showed the normalcy.

Sen Meihua is a very smart girl, she will definitely understand.

"Life is a journey of constant farewells. Those who meet meet, and those who are lost will be lost again. The living wave goodbye to the landscape, and the dead wave goodbye to the world." ’

'Then next year, a new journey begins, and new flowers grow by the roadside. ’

The unique heavyness of the cello gently presses the softest depths of people's hearts. The viewers sitting in front of the TV watching the channel have slightly red eyes, and the sadness that has passed in their hearts is slowly drawn out.

Thoughts that travel through time and space.

Not just missing the ones you love, but the ones you miss, the things you've lost.

The cat that was thrown into the well and couldn't be rescued, the dripping umbrella placed at the entrance of the high school classroom, the fragrance that drifted silently in the wet rainy season, and the crowd turned back for a glimpse.

People grow, age, die, and experience their own stories in a busy world. No matter how powerful a person is, they can't cross the threshold of missing. It is the silent burning cigarette, the fish maw white at four in the morning, and the heat of the breakfast restaurant evaporating in the rain.

The music gradually became quiet.

People in front of the TV have different expressions, or enjoy, or amaze, or indulge...

In the end, it turned into applause from the sky in the early summer of May, blending with the white clouds.

Itakura wiped his reddish eyes, held his breath and turned to look at the sky.

The boy's hand has stopped, but he is still immersed in the dream, the two children slowly opening contain a black silence, and the breeze and sunshine paint his cello with a unique color. The handsome profile face is still lowered, with an expression like a child watching the growth of plants, pure eyes that are whiter than the sky.

He didn't move, he just wanted to stay a little longer.

On that piece of soil called Missing, I can see the snow lotus on the snowy ridge in the distance.

Carrying a travel bag named Responsibility, holding a cane, he walked forward step by step, and the snow behind him was a footprint that stretched for thousands of miles.

But the dream will eventually dissipate.

Yu Xianzhisheng raised his head slowly, with a shallow smile on his face, the innocence of a child that had not yet faded away, and the unadulterated love.

Sen Meihua sees deep thoughts and deep affection in his eyes.

But she knew that the affection was not for her.

There is a person in this young man's heart, and that person has filled his heart.

That love is pure and pure, untainted by human desires.

"Is it alright?" Yu Xianzhi stood up, put the cello on the stand, and sat back in the chair.

"The performance is unimaginable." Mori Hua gently applauded.

"It sounds great! It sounds great!" Itakura said loudly, "It just melts in my ears!"

He's a photographer, he doesn't know anything about music theory and rainbow farts, but if a piece of music can make people cry, that's a good piece of music.

Zeye and Shu are right, this child is full of surprises, and every place he goes is a new field, which can always make people linger.

The ratings of the background surveillance skyrocketed, surpassing the channel of the Shenhuiling concert.

'Number one on election day, we really got it! ' He couldn't help but revel in his heart.

On Yu Xianzhisheng's personal channel, the comment section also exploded.

"I'm crying, I really want to hold Yu Bao in my arms and rub it."

"Yu Bao's melancholy is really lethal. I really want to hear it again."

"Upstairs, why do you knead, why do you knead, and knead together."

"I want thighs."

"I want his head."

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"Close your eyes and the pictures are all there. After listening, there is only a sigh."

"This song reminds me of a lot of stories."

"There are rare surprises in life, but here Yu Xianjun, every day is a surprise."

"I love you! Yu Bao! Hehe!"

At this moment, in the performance hall under the Keio private school group, Hideyoshi Saito glanced at the spirit of the gods on the stage, and then quickly put his eyes on the CCTV on the side.

His eyes fell on Yu Xian's cheeks.

As the chief cello player of the Shenhuiling team, he has absolute confidence in his cello. The only one who can make him interested is the girl Mori Hua from Dongda Art.

The two have never played against each other, but he knows everything about her, he has seen all the performances related to her, and his personal information is even more recited.

"Sooner or later, she will be my defeat. By then, I will be the number one cello in Tokyo." He had thought so.

Until today, Yu Xian Zhisheng killed halfway through.

The melody I had never heard before was almost instantly fascinated, and even the captain's performance was forgotten.

What shocked him even more was the boy's playing skills.

I can't understand the existence of skills at all, all the **** are real emotions.

That infectious power touched him deeply.

This goes beyond the technique itself to the highest level of performance.

To describe it in terms of the second class, the boy entered the 'zone' state, making people immersive.

If it can be drawn into a comic, it is absolutely gorgeous to the extreme aesthetics. The lines used to express the strength can penetrate the paper and give the cartoonist a punch.

"Can I beat him?" Saito Hideyoshi took a deep breath.

In addition, the number one viewership rating on the election day was won. At present, Shenhuiling still doesn't know. After the performance is over, I don't know what the captain's expression will be. For the past two days, the captain has been in a bad mood.

......

"I'll vote, let our fans choose who wins." Yu Xianzhi took out his phone and shook it in front of Sammy's screen.

"No, Yu Xianjun, you won." Sen Meihua smiled sweetly, "I am convinced that I lost."

With her plain white fingers, she pointed to the expensive cello: "Her name is Dream Pillow, and now she is yours."

The pronunciation of 'she' and 'it' in Japanese is different, and Mori called this piano as 'she', indicating that she usually treats this cherished cello as a living thing.

But on this side of Yu Xianzhi, he happily patted the body of the piano, thinking that this cello is actually divided into male and female.

OK, you will be my woman from now on.

If the qin also has life, the heartstrings will tremble at this time, this is not a kind of...

'Hey, Miss Dream Pillow, you don't want Miss Mori...'

"The channel can be turned off." Yuzuru Zhisheng said to Itakura.

"Ah?" Itakura was really reluctant.

It is very precious for his photographer career to be able to see the first viewership rating on the election day, and even if the performance has ended, the ratings are still maintained, and many viewers are reluctant to leave.

"Turn it off." Yu Xianzhisheng waved his hand.

Itakura had no choice but to close it.

In an instant, the audience was left with a black screen.

Yu Xianzhisheng suddenly stopped playing, and put the cello in the piano case, and the robbers carried it on his back. He was very short of money, so he didn't plan to keep the piano for his own use, but to sell it for money.

You can buy new clothes for Xuezi, pay for Tian Kongkui's medical bills, and buy some small gifts for Heimutong.

"Please be nice to her." Sammy said softly.

If the violin is a beautiful and light girl with two ponytails, who can make you happy in different ways every day, then the cello is a mediocre woman who accompanies you to sleep at night, arranges the sheets and pillows for you, and makes you happy in every lonely night , soothe your tired heart, moisten things silently.

She deserves to be loved by users.

"Don't worry," Yu Xianzhi said. She will be fine in someone else's hands.

"Yu Xian-kun, can you come with me?" Sen Meihua knelt before the long table and asked Yu Xianzhisheng, "It won't take up too much of your time, I have something important to tell you."

Yu Xian Zhisheng glanced at Itakura.

Itakura whistled and turned his face away, he didn't get involved in young people's affairs.

"Can't we talk here?" Yu Xianzhi asked.

"Sorry, what I want to show you is not here." Sammy said softly.

Wouldn't it be something as weird as that little bottle? Yu Xianzhisheng was quite clueless, this girl was too calm for him to see through.

"Let's go." Yu Xianzhi nodded.

"Huh, don't make trouble, just open the door." Sammy Hua said softly.

Mori Mihu, who was playing games on the sofa in the inner hall, came over annoyed, took out the key from his pocket, and opened the locked balcony door. Yu Xianzhi gave him a strange look, Mori Mihu was hanging Eyes, hate iron patted his shoulder, staggered away.

Sen Meihua walked in front, and the two took the indoor elevator to the first floor.

Then through the basement movie room, and a room with a pool table, and finally came to a secret door.

It's really hidden in a dark room.

Yu Xian Zhisheng's mouth twitched.

Looking at the gloomy darkness in the door, I didn't dare to go in, for fear of seeing something I shouldn't see.

"Please." Sammy said.

Yu Xian Zhisheng hesitated for a while and stepped into the darkness.

Sammy Hua followed closely, and she closed the door forcefully, then turned on the light on the wall.

Miserable incandescent lights illuminate the blood in this dark room.

The moment he saw those things on the shelf, Yu Xian's childish hole enlarged, Tian Ling Gai felt a chill, and goose bumps all over his body burst out.

He instinctively rushed to the door to escape, but the door was blocked by Sammi with drooping hair. I don't know when, a sledgehammer appeared in her hand, and on the hammer was blood that had not dried up~www.novelbuddy .com~ What the **** do you want to do? ! "Yu Xianzhisheng shouted loudly.

Sen Meihua raised her beautiful face and smiled at him: "Yu Xianjun, can you become my collection?"

"You're crazy, **** your shit!" Yu Xianzhisheng stepped back and touched the shelf with one hand, but couldn't find any weapons on it.

On the shelves, various stumps were soaked in bottles of formalin.

A bloodshot eyeball, suspended in a faint green liquid, stared at him.

The two figures were reflected on the glass, the chaos stretched, and there was still blood on the chair in the center.

If there is **** on earth, this is it.

"Yu Xian-kun, where is the bottle I gave you, why didn't you put it on?" Sen Meihua approached step by step.

"I, I forgot." Yu Xianzhi swallowed, even though he thought who would wear that kind of shit.

But in this situation, he can only choose from his heart.

Sen Meihua had no doubts, she sighed lightly: "Yu Xianjun, that is the most important thing in me, I am very relieved to give it to you, after meeting you these days, I am really grateful, I found it At the end of his life, he is now ready to die."

Yu Xianzhisheng cursed a fool in his heart.

If you want to die, just die, what are you pulling me to do, I haven't lived enough yet!

"Listen, Miss Mori, no, draw." Yu Xianzhi put on a defensive posture, "Your future is still very long, you haven't lived enough, don't do stupid things."

Sen Meihua smiled beautifully: "Yu Xian-kun, you take one step first, and I will follow you later." After speaking, her plump body struck like lightning, and the sledgehammer in her hand smashed at Yu Xianzhi's forehead. go.