[Golden String] Golden Tears

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It was on the way home from school, in front of an unremarkable musical instrument store.

Yuesenlian, who was walking home from the second trial venue, couldn't help but stop at her moving steps, and watched quietly without saying a word.

What caught his attention was not the musical instruments displayed in the window of the musical instrument store, but——

A back view.

in front of him.

Only a few steps away.

On the window glass outside the musical instrument store, the expression of the director from the back was reflected—it was so sad, but his eyes were so persistent, watching without blinking.

The wind, moaning in the ear.

In the coming summer season, it seems that it is difficult to encounter such a penetrating cold wind again.

He couldn't help but walk a little further.

In the window, a violin imitating the Baroque period is displayed. The workmanship is very exquisite and realistic, and even the subtle differences in the bridge, panel, and fingerboard have been carefully imitated by the maker.

However, he still doesn't quite understand why this violin attracts the eyes of the back so much?

Concentrated, unexpectedly standing in the howling cold wind for a long time, but not feeling cold?

Time seemed to stand still.

In the world, there seemed to be only these two figures left.

Standing one behind the other.

In place, motionless...

It wasn't until the pleasant ringtone of the mobile phone came from the figure; it was not until the figure hurriedly picked up the mobile phone that the spell of tranquility was broken in a trance.

That ringtone is a beautiful duet.

Mozart's "Sonata for Violin and Piano No. 24 in F major: Andante".

The sounds of the piano and the violin are intertwined and confide in each other; they are communicating, talking, and...

The ensemble you sing and I sing is so lingering, as if telling the nostalgia for each other.

The feeling of harmony is like the ensemble of his parents, so warm, so moving...

After hanging up the phone, the figure turned around——

The two pairs of eyes suddenly looked into each other's pupils.

A pair of them flashed a little unexpected light.

"...Yuesen-kun?" A slightly surprised voice.

"……Yes."

"..."

The sudden silence gradually spread.

Quiet, quiet.

Even the noise of vehicles passing by on the road seems to have disappeared...

Holding the violin and the hands tightly.

He frowned:

"Ishikawa...you seem to...like the violin very much?"

After being dazed for a long time, her crimson lips parted slightly and moved.

The sound seemed far, far away...

……

……

When Tsukimori Ren saw Ishikawa Rei again, it was at the regular ensemble practice on Jinyao Day. It was almost a week since she turned and left without saying a word, just nodded.

At that time, he met Ryotaro Tsuchiura, who happened to be going to the same place, at the corner of the corridor on his way to the concert hall where the orchestra practiced.So although the two of them didn't even have the steps to greet each other, they walked at the same pace in the same rhythm, one in front of one in the back, all the way together, until they walked to the entrance of the concert hall.

Reaching out, he pushed the door open.

Perhaps it was because the scheduled time hadn't arrived yet, the room was almost silent.

And there, there were only two people there.

One step ahead of him, a slightly surprised voice escaped from Tsuchiura Ryotaro behind him:

"... Ishikawa?!"

Obviously, Tsuchiura Ryotaro did not expect Ishikawa Rei to appear here.

Because, if she was here, there was no need for him to attend this ensemble practice at all.

The people in the room - Rei Ishikawa and Hiroto Kanazawa opposite her - stopped talking before the door was pushed open, and at the same time turned their heads to look at Ren Tsukimori and Ryotaro Tsuchiura standing at the door.

"Oh, you're here." Hiroto Kanazawa greeted the two of them, and nodded to Ishikawa Zero, "Okay, I see; then, you go and deal with your affairs first."

Hearing this, Ishikawa Rei bowed slightly, turned around and walked towards the door of the concert hall.

Hooking his head low, he quickly walked outside as if fleeing.

When she passed Tsukimori Ren and Tsuchiura Ryotaro, she even omitted raising her eyes.

"Feel sorry."

Even the polite apology is too soft to hear; the speed of the speech is so fast that the notes that are often heard in daily life are connected together in a string, and only the ups and downs of the pitch can be felt, but the ear cannot grasp each of them character.

With a light movement, she dodged to the left and right, avoiding the two of him blocking the door, stepped onto the corridor outside the hall, and was about to leave.

"That... Ishikawa..."

"Ishikawa... please wait..."

Only when she changed from profile to back, Yuesenlian and Tsuchiura Ryotaro couldn't help calling out to her at the same time!

Ishikawa Ling immediately froze in place.

After a while, she turned her head and stretched out her hand to gently brush the long hair that fell on her forehead to behind her ears.

On the slender fingers, the delicate platinum ring reflects the soft sunlight from the corridor window.

She didn't say a word, as if waiting for which of the two of them to speak first.

However, before any of them spoke, Hiroto Kanazawa had already spoken from the concert hall:

"Yuesen, Tsuchiura, you are here just in time, come over here for a while, I have something for you."

Before the two of them had time to react, Rei Ishikawa took advantage of the opportunity of Hiroto Kanazawa to bow vigorously, turned around and fled away without a trace!

Unexpectedly staring at her leaving back in a hurry and disappearing at the corner at the end of the corridor, he couldn't speak to call her again for a while.

So the two pairs of eyes looked at each other, exchanging puzzled glances.

"I said, what are you two doing standing at the door? Didn't you just say it?"

After waiting in the concert hall for a long time, the two people who seemed to be playing "wooden figures" turned around and planned to enter the door. Finally, Hiroto Kanazawa couldn't help calling out again.

Afterwards, Tsukimori and Tsuchiura Ryotaro seemed to come back to their senses, and hurried over to listen to the old man—oh no, it’s Mr. Teacher—scrambled to read...

……