I can't possibly marry Kinomoto [comprehensive]

With a dull face, he took the piano that Momoya Kinomoto 'specially' brought for her, and Ori Asada gave him a hateful look while everyone was not paying attention, in return for the young man's indifferent chuckle.

He even patted her on the shoulder gently, and pretended to encourage him: "Come on."

...He must have done it on purpose, right?Was it because he was dissatisfied with her that he deliberately found such a job for her?

Since her mother passed away, perhaps because she was afraid of seeing things and thinking about others, or maybe just to escape, she hasn't touched the violin for a long time.

The palm of the hand holding the neck of the violin started to feel hot. She lowered her eyes and raised the violin to her eyes.

Although it's not the one I'm used to, it feels surprisingly similar in the hand.

It's easy to think of the days when I played the piano every day.

In fact, unlike the famous contemporary violinist mother, Ori Asada doesn't like the violin at all.

No, she may have liked it before, but because of lack of talent, no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't compare to one-tenth of her mother's, and this liking gradually faded.

She is very proud of having a musician mother, but the more she grows up, the more she realizes how much pressure and burden her mother's fame has brought to her.

Qing out of Lan is better than Lan, and everyone expects her to pull better than her mother, or at least reach the same level.

But she can't.

She is really terrible, she started to learn the piano at the age of five, but she couldn't even win the music competition in the Xingzao Academy.

Elementary school, middle school, no matter what the competition, there is always someone who is far ahead of her, taking down the No.1 medal with a deadpan expression and even no anger.

Yuesenlian.

The tall, slender boy with short, clean, soft light blue hair was Asada Oriyi's nightmare.He is handsome like a prince, but has an extremely annoying personality.

However, his family is still close friends with his mother, and the two are classmates, and Oriyi Asada lived under each other's shadow throughout his childhood.

Mom must be very disappointed with her, because she has never won the first place for her for so many years.

Asada Oriyi still remembers that year in the first year of junior high school, when she had worked hard for a whole year but lost to Ren Tsukimori in the finals of the school music competition again, she stepped on wedge sandals and held up the hem of her dress , rushed into the lounge without image and shouted his name in embarrassment.

[Yuesenlian! ]

The boy with light blue short hair turned his head, his clear pupils reflected her appearance of crying, her nose turned red and she was in a state of embarrassment at that time. He did not change his face, and responded lightly without emotion: [What is the matter. ]

At that time, she was still a girl who didn't know how to restrain her temper. She was so wronged because she lost the game. Her white and slender fingers tightly held the bow. in the eyes.

[Why no matter how hard I try, I can't surpass you? ]

[One time, just one time, can't... let me win? ]

In the voice, there was despair, unwillingness... and a trace of pitiful pleading.

Yue Senlian looked down at her, but didn't answer immediately, the cold air almost suffocated her, when she was so ashamed that she could not suppress her anger, and wanted to put down her discipline and rushed over to step on him, the boy finally moved Move your lips.

The voice is as cold and cold as the cold night.

[That's because you haven't worked hard enough. ]

Yue Senlian turned around, walked in front of her with steady steps, looked into her flustered eyes, and said a long series of words to her for the first time in many years:

[I have always had a question, do you——really like the violin? ]

He calmly looked at her panic-stricken face, and slightly frowned her slender eyebrows, [I don't deny that your skills are good, I think Teacher Cecilia is teaching you very hard.But unfortunately, I don't feel your love for music. ]

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Ori Asada pursed her lips, then raised her left hand holding the violin neck, and put the chin rest on her chin. The little finger of her right hand was naturally bent, and her fingertips lightly touched the inside of the bow shaft, moving the bow skillfully and lightly.

The long sound of the piano echoed in the spacious and warm living room. Everyone, including Nobu Asada, who had heard his daughter play countless times, was intoxicated by this beautiful music and could not extricate themselves.

This song is sometimes cheerful and sometimes low. Close your eyes, as if following the girl through the four seasons of the year.The spring breeze is blowing, the sun is scorching in the hot summer, the leaves are falling in the clear autumn, and the snow is blowing in the cold winter.

Countless scenes are intertwined in my mind, as if it was only a moment, and it seems that a long time has passed.

Standing in front of the window with a thin body, the slender arms lifted the body of the piano steadily, and the right hand seemed to be gentle but powerful to draw the bow. The breeze outside the window opened the thin curtains, and by the way, the girl's light-colored skirt .

At the end of the song, Kinomoto Fujitaka first came back to his senses, squinted his eyes and applauded her, and Sakura's eyes shone with admiration.

However, the person who was most surprised was Momoya Kinomoto.

He looked at Asada Oriyi with a little bit of admiration and admiration in his eyes, originally just to tease her to talk casually, but he didn't expect that the girl could really play the violin so well.

Compared with contemporary violins, everyone is not bad.

Ori Asada took off the violin on his shoulders as he did after countless performances on stage, and thanked him silently with an elegant bow.

In fact, she was not satisfied with her performance just now, she took a deep look at the piano in her hand, walked up to Kinomoto Momoya step by step and handed it back to him.

"Back to you."

The fingers holding the neck of the violin are as delicate and slender as white onions. Unlike many female students who love beauty, her nails are not painted, but are neatly attached to the fingertips, glowing a healthy pink.

Kinomoto Momoya stared at her hands, and suddenly understood why the manager asked him to help her with heavy work when she came to work.Such beautiful hands should be well protected and should not touch those messy chores.

Kinomoto Momoya withdrew his thoughts and took the piano, looked up at the girl's beautiful amber eyes, and praised sincerely: "It sounds good."

Zhiyi was stunned for a moment, a smile appeared on the corner of her mouth, she seemed to appreciate his praise very much, but she still shook her head lightly: "Thank you, but compared to that person, I am still far behind."

"Is your mother?"

"No, it's a friend."

After completing the task, Ori Asada closed his eyes and stretched his waist comfortably. When he adjusted his mentality and opened his eyes again, his eyes inadvertently flickered to the slightly old upright piano in the living room. The teenager showed a sinister smile.

Momoya Kinomoto suddenly had a bad feeling.

Sure enough, as if to take revenge, the girl raised her chin, her palm-sized face was full of slyness, she raised her voice, tilted her head and said to him: "Brother Kinomoto plays the piano well? Can I , listen to it too?"

Kinomoto Momoya raised his eyebrows.He naturally knew that she was dissatisfied with the fact that he asked her to perform without saying hello. Is this girl so narrow-minded?

It seems that this is indeed the case, and I was also brooding about him calling her a dazed girl before.

He stood up, looked down at her, and didn't agree.

"How to do it?"

Kinomoto Momoya "regretted" raised his hand to look at his watch, and said to her apologetically, "I'm going to be late for part-time work, so I have to go first, I hope I can play it for you next time."

Then he turned to Nobu Asada and nodded politely: "It's a pleasure to see you again. See you then."

Asada Oriyi stared:? ? ?He actually wanted to slip away!

Acting without thinking, she grabbed the corner of his clothes and asked hastily, "Wait, didn't you say you quit your job?"

Kinomoto Momoya nodded slightly: "It's true that I resigned, but I found another job."

He glanced at her and raised the corners of his lips: "Sister Asada, you are very interested in where I work? I was at sweethomes..."

This guy knew how to threaten her with her secret job!

Ori Asada was afraid that his father would find out, so he quickly put on a proper polite smile, interrupted him and waved goodbye to him: "No, I'll just ask casually, Brother Kinomoto, hurry up, don't be late, be careful on the road."

Momoya Kinomoto picked up the backpack hanging on the hanger and responded, "I know."

After Kinomoto Momoya left, Asada Nobu, who had always paid attention to the interaction between the two, looked at her daughter who seemed to be smiling, but also seemed to be gnashing her teeth, and couldn't help being a little puzzled.

But at this age, just use the word 'youth' to sum up all the problems.

"Oriyi and Taoya are so close." Asada Shin sighed to Kinomoto Fujitaka.

Kinomoto Fujitaka nodded, looked at the girl with a light maroon ponytail, and smiled kindly: "Welcome Zhiyi to come and play often in the future."

Asada Oriyi raised the corner of his mouth far-fetchedly: "...Okay."

No, she doesn't want to come here again.