The Paranoid Possessiveness of the Golden Strings Fanfic

Summer seems to be coming to an end, and the dwindling days herald the turn of summer and autumn.Different from the tense living atmosphere in the past, the atmosphere this morning is more like a dead city.

The bamboo and wooden tubes in the garden patted repeatedly with the pressure of sleeping.Outside the fence cabin, several drops of water fell from the roof and smashed on the uneven brick floor.

An old woman who was sitting upright was seriously talking to the boy opposite at the moment. The old woman's expression was serious and irresistible, and the boy showed a slightly embarrassed look.But just listened quietly, then nodded with a smile.

The campus has returned to tranquility, and now there are only a few scattered utensils that need to be sorted out of the previously lively stalls.The summer sun shines through the shade of the trees, casting a trace of strange and unpredictable phantoms on the grass.The sound of the wind swayed, and those tiny shadows were like goldfish in a pool, gathering and spreading out, gathering again and spreading out again.

Shiina listened in a trance, the lingering fragrance of summer flowers mixed with the wind, and the warm grass fragrance came to her face.Blue and purple cornflowers bloomed in the meadow not far away.The end of midsummer is near.

"Are you enjoying a good time alone?" Azuma Yuki noticed that Shiina seems to like to stay in the innermost practice room more and more recently, and then it's okay to be alone in a daze, read a book, or play the piano occasionally .

Flowers bloom and fall, they are all free people.

"Yeah," Shiina echoed absent-mindedly.

"It's so relaxing, you..." Yuzuki Azuma stood beside Shiina, feeling the caress of the wind.

Suddenly there was the sound of music flowing out, like raindrops under a gloomy sky piercing the calm water of a pool.The lyrics are in an unintelligible language, seemingly German or Italian.There is a kind of melancholy in the tune.

It turned out to be the music coming from the earphones that teak wood plugged into his ears.

Shiina listened intently for a while: "It seems like I heard it when I was a child."

"You must have heard."

He smiled, not looking like a stalker at all, so Shiina had no choice but to guess:

"Elementary school music class?"

"Well, it's The Bodhi Tree."

The fifth piece of Schubert's "Winterresidence" suite.When he said his name, Shiina was still a little shocked.The elementary school days, what a distant scene.

"I only heard the Chinese version..."

He hummed, and quietly put his fingers to his lips.Shiina stopped making a sound and followed him to listen quietly.What flashed outside the window was the summer breeze blowing by, the clear blue sky, and the occasional boy passing by.Close your eyes, and follow the unintelligible German singing, playing back the lyrics in the music textbook ten years ago in your mind, two rows of small black characters under the stave.

There is a bodhi tree in front of the gate, standing beside the ancient well.I have had countless sweet dreams, in its shade.

I also carved sweet verses on the tree trunk; regardless of happiness or pain, I often linger under the tree.

Today, as usual, I wandered into the night.I walk in the dark and close my eyes.

"what happened to you?"

After the song, Shiina took off the earphones, looked at the thoughtful Azuma Yuzuki, and asked.

"Hmm...I like the way I feel now." Azuma Yuzuki had a gentle smile on his face, following the melody of the wind, every word he uttered turned into a sad and beautiful breath.His eyelashes fluttered under his lids like the wings of a black butterfly.

"But, I'm afraid there will be no chance in the future."

"how……?"

"I...maybe I want to study abroad"

Shiina listened thoughtfully, then turned her head and asked, "Is it your wish?"

"No, it's what grandma meant...she said..." He stopped suddenly, and let the second half of the sentence hang in the air without knowing where to go.After a long time, he took off the earphones, calmly smoothed the long hair around his ears with his slender fingers, lowered his eyelids, and turned to the window.As he lowered his eyelids, a vague shadow cast over his face.The light flickered from his eyes.

Grandma said that as the youngest son of the Yuki family, she must assist her elder brother and father. Only in this way can outsiders not see jokes.Then he will get an MBA certificate in the UK, and after returning, under the arrangement of his grandmother, he will marry a woman who he may not be interested in at all.It can be described as a catastrophic future.

There are many kinds of disaster events, which can be roughly divided into two categories.One type is that it is yourself who caused the disaster, or in other words, self-factors account for a larger proportion; while in the other type, it is not your fault that causes the tragedy, but something that is far beyond the power of the individual to change ——The so-called fate.

It's God's will, why?

Besides, life hasn't treated me badly, has it?What else can you do but blah, blah, blah, blah, blah?What else can you feel?

Yuki Azuma broke her memory.The mind is settled down, no longer seeking, no longer questioning, no longer fighting.

Teak slowly sat on the ground, facing the absurd but cruel reality, the dark blue sky was still above his head, the same alternation of day and night, under the sun, there was nothing new.

"So, you don't want to go?" Shiina paused, feeling that the shadow had bloomed from where Azuma Yuzuma was sitting, surrounding him without leaving any gaps, it was almost breathless

"Well... I don't really want to leave..." Yuzuki Azuma raised his head, the focal length in his pupils was deviated, full of loneliness and pain that shouldn't be at this age.

"So when you graduate from high school, go to England?"

"Well, I'll come back after I get my MBA. Maybe I'll go before I graduate..."

"Did you tell your grandmother what you think? Do you really like that MBA?" Shiina sat across from Yuki Azuma and smiled faintly. The smile was slightly tired, but the eyes were as clear as blue-green sea water in the cold season.

"This kind of question will not be allowed." Yuki Azuma smiled wryly, "Because this is my position in this family and my responsibility"

Yarn!This family system is too feudal!Are all big families like this now?

"But you have the right to pursue freedom, don't you? You are an adult, you should be responsible for yourself, not the whole family. For your elder brother and parents, you should indeed help them, but not all the responsibilities are yours You are you." Shiina couldn't figure it out, since everyone in the family is so talented, why didn't they develop according to their strengths?Isn't it good that there will be teak family elites in all fields?

Yuki Azuma's grandmother is really stubborn... I don't know what kind of person she is...

Azuma Teak shook his head, pursing his lips silently.He lost a lot of weight, and the sunlight coming in from the window enveloped his body, creating a faint golden halo, as if it was going to disappear with the light.

Teak Azuma's body temperature slowly diffused around her, mixed with the faint fragrance of flowers, lingering continuously.

He lightly pressed Shiina's shoulder, smiled at her and said, "You know, I had a wish a long time ago,"

His gaze was as soft as velvet, as if being blown far away by the wind, "Actually, I don't like the flute, but I like the piano very much, and I think being a pianist is also good."

Azuma Yuzuki lowered his head, then raised it up again, the smile on his face was stranded in the deep shadows, "But... I don't seem to be able to do it..."

"Hey! Young man, after being together for so long, we can barely be considered friends." Shiina looked directly into Yuzuki Azuma's golden eyes, "Don't be sad alone."

"It's really difficult, Shiina."

The camera cut quietly, and Azuma Yuzuki rested his thin chin on Shiina's shoulder, without any words, just as a relying existence.

No matter how deep the scars were, he didn't know how to blame him. He endured all the oncoming sharp knives, the pain that remained on all sides, and the extremely lonely smile after the wind and snow.

We support each other, there is no ambiguity, we just need a shoulder to rely on, to release those emotions that have not been expressed for a long time.

Shiina gently placed her hand on Yuuki's head, and gently comforted the injured boy.Smiling softly like he always did.

Suddenly, a drop of hot liquid hit Shiina's back neck, Shiina was stunned for a moment, and wanted to turn his head, but Yuki Azuma held his head, and he said softly, "Just one minute."

Yuki Azuma rarely trusted others like this.For the first time, he almost put down all his vigilance.

The time has begun.The world suddenly magnifies, no longer an isolated point, but like fragments intertwined with logic and illusion in a kaleidoscope.

The name of a certain singer, the soul-stirring music, the halo of street lamps, the starry sky polished by the night snow.Everything becomes something shared between them.Just a text message is extraordinarily warm.Life is like a landscape painting recolored after fading for a long time: bright river water, green grass, calm sky, and quiet sunshine under the shade of trees.Thousands of points of light fell on the grass, in a trance, sprinkled spots like golden stars.Life is full of sweetness like star gingerbread, like the legend in "Aunt Mary Poppins".

At that moment, Shiina felt vicissitudes for no reason, and an indescribable sense of heaviness and sorrow surged up from the depths of her heart like a rising tide, cutting off the long summer.

"Thank you, Miha."

Shiina raised her head and saw countless dust particles dancing in illusory light beams.

They beat and spun merrily, and sang old songs.There is always a moment when dance music ends.

When the air tends to be still, the dust will settle down reluctantly, falling densely on the floor like snowflakes.At that moment, the clouds that blocked the sun suddenly dissipated, and the sun rushed in with a bang, like the Milky Way pouring into the nine heavens.The texture of the wooden floor under your feet is dyed with strands of bright golden yellow, like the leaves of gold leaf, with almost transparent golden veins.They sat in a golden splendor—golden floor, golden wind, golden glass, golden clouds, resting in the not-so-big practice room very lightly.

The glass curtain wall reflects the blue sky, as if in ancient times and in the future.

i have to make a change

"I think, I should have a good talk with my grandmother," Yuki Azuma said suddenly.

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