I can't possibly marry Kinomoto [comprehensive]

Tokyo International Musical Theater.

In the spacious and bright hall, Ori Asada was wearing a slim black suspender dress, a black shawl with silver shimmering on her shoulders, and carrying an exquisite handmade bag, quietly waiting for the entrance.

Nobu Asada, who was sitting next to her, also put on a decent dark blue suit today. Behind the square-framed glasses, her amber eyes, like her daughter's, were smiling, expressing anticipation for the piano performance to be heard next.

About half an hour before the start of the concert, the closed door of the concert hall opened from the inside, and the audience waiting in the lounge got up one by one.

I have to say that the people who came to appreciate Arima's piano performance this time are all high-class figures. Oriyi Asada found several ladies and wives who had met at the dinner party with his cousin, and some of them were He also recognized her and waved politely.

Uncle Hanawa gave her a special seat, which is in the first row. Not only can she see the stage up close, but the lighting and sound effects are much better than sitting in the back row.

She used to sit in this position when listening to Arima Kosei with her mother.

Mother……

As the audience gradually enters the arena, the concert hall that can accommodate 1000 people gradually fills up.A few ladies and ladies were whispering in the waiting room, and the communal sounds as light as mosquitoes gathered together were a bit noisy.Asada Oriyi did not speak to his father, but remained polite, quietly put his hands on his knees and waited.

until----

"Asada Oriyi?"

A cold voice that was familiar but seemed to have not been heard for a long time sounded, Asada Oriyi turned around in surprise, and was caught off guard by the beautiful boy with an iceberg-like temperament.

Her lips trembled slightly, her thick eyelashes fluttered like a small fan, and her eyes were full of joy at seeing an acquaintance, but at the same time revealed a little timidity: "...Lian?"

Yue Senlian was wearing a black suit, and under the dim light, her clear eyes were extraordinarily bright: "It's me."

He took a look at her, shifted his eyes from her astonished face to those nervous and trembling hands, and frowned slightly: "What are you doing here?"

Someone in trouble!

Ori Asada twitched the corners of his mouth, tried to keep himself calm, and tilted his head to show a gentle smile: "Of course I came to listen to Master Arima's performance."

Yue Senlian looked down at the polite girl in front of her, her frosty face showed no emotion.

After a while, he sat in the seat behind her and stopped talking.

With someone staring at the back of her head, she felt awkward all over her body, besides, that person was Yue Senlian.Ori Asada thought it was a little hot to wear a shawl at first, but now she was so cold by the cold sight that she wanted to add another coat!

Not enough, but also put warm baby!

Next to him, Asada Shinobu, who had witnessed everything, smiled slightly at his daughter's nervous expression, then he turned his head slightly and looked at the handsome boy behind him.

Because of Asada Mae, Tsukimori Ren naturally also knows Asada Nobu. Just now, she only paid attention to Asada Oriyi and didn't notice him. At this time, she immediately nodded in return, and her voice was an apology that was rarely heard from his mouth: "Uncle Asada .”

"Haha, Lian, long time no see."

Asada Shinobu smiled warmly. He glanced at his daughter, stroked his chin and thought about it for a while, before the concert started, he suggested: "We haven't seen each other for so long, Ren and Zhiyi should have a lot to talk about, right? Come on, You sit here, and I will take your seat."

"Eh???"

Asada Oriyi hurriedly raised his head, almost lost control of his volume, finally lowered his voice and grabbed the corner of his father's clothes, almost pleading: "Don't, Dad, I want to listen to it with you."

Of course, Asada Nobuo also wants to be with his daughter, but he has a feeling that since his daughter has picked up the violin again a year after she put down the violin, perhaps it is not certain that she can truly regain her dream when she meets Ren .

At Kinomoto's house that day, he could understand the nostalgia contained in her piano sound.

He wanted to seize this opportunity to let his daughter understand how he still loves the violin.

"Come on, Lian." After finishing speaking, without waiting for Yue Senlian to respond, he went directly to the back row.

"..." Yuesenlian was also very surprised, but if he seemed to be aware of Asada Shin's intentions, he glanced at the girl's hot cheek with his beautiful eyes, and nodded: "Thank you."

>>>

The scariest person in the world sat next to her, Ori Asada grabbed the skirt on her thighs, and made wrinkles on the flat skirt.

"Weaving."

"Ah, I'm here!" Asada Oriyi almost jumped up when he called out his name, met his cold eyes and then calmed down, pulled his broken hair behind his ears and asked, "What's wrong?"

"..."

Yue Senlian didn't know how to speak.The almost hostile relationship between the two eased a lot in the afternoon when the accident happened. Gradually, she also began to communicate with him on music. Unknowingly, even the address changed from the polite Tsukimori to Lian.

And that afternoon a year ago——

[Zhiyi, Teacher Cecilia passed away...is it true? ]

The object he adored and pursued suddenly passed away. Yue Senlin looked at Asada Oriyi, who was her daughter, and clenched his fists.

Responding to him were the girl's eyes full of tears, and her eye sockets were extremely red and swollen.

With a red nose, she nodded slightly at him.

[Lian, I might have to transfer schools. ]

The cool autumn wind blows from the open glass window, lifting the light-colored curtains, and at the same time picking up the broken hair that just reached her shoulders.

Looking at the fallen leaves circling outside the window, the girl told him with a trembling voice that he had never heard before, obviously crying, but she told him very firmly:

[I will never touch the violin again. ]

She sniffed, as if smiling, but her eyes, which were more beautiful than jewels, were full of sadness.

[Mom passed away, so you won't be disappointed in me who has been unable to get grades?Lian, this road is too hard, I have decided to give up.You are different, you are so good, you must persevere together with me.After all, mom really has great expectations of you. ]

……

The last conversation she had with him before parting flashed in her mind, and Yue Senlian's eyes were a little more inexplicable.

He even scolded her for not appreciating Teacher Cecilia's hard work, but just like what he told her on the day of the award, Yuesenlian couldn't feel her love for the violin at that time, thinking that she was really bored This road, twisted melons are not sweet, and she finally gave up and let her leave.

It wasn't until a long, long time later, when Yue Senlian stood alone in the practice hall and practiced the piece that had been played thousands of times over and over again, that she suddenly realized that maybe she, like him, didn't have no feelings for the violin. It's just that this feeling has become more and more lonely and depressing in the practice day after day, and it has been buried deep in my heart without seeing the light of day.

Without Ori Asada following his steps, it is easier than ever to win awards. His skills and level far exceed those of his peers. Whether it is a regional election or a competition abroad, he will never disappoint the expectations.

Nobody can beat him.

At least not after Ori Asada left.

>>>

In the silence, the lights dimmed, and after the curtain was drawn, a shiny black grand piano was placed in the center of the stage. Mr. Arima, who was wearing a performance costume, walked slowly, bowed deeply to the audience, and then calmly Sit on the piano bench.

Seeing that the girl's attention was diverted, Tsukimori Ren took back the words that had come to her lips, and also returned her attention to the host of the concert.

His bony fingers danced on the black and white keys, and in the huge performance hall, only the sound of the piano that could vibrate the soul was left by Mr. Arima.

A performance that can only be described as perfect ended.

Everyone quietly left the venue with unfinished expressions. Tsukimori Ren walked in front of Asada Oriyi, and turned around after walking out of the performance hall, her tall and straight body stood in front of her.

"……lotus?"

Looking into his deep eyes, Asada Oriyi probably guessed the topic that Tsukimori Ren, who hadn't seen for a year, might bring up, and didn't really want to talk to him, so he lowered his head and said, "It's nice to meet you, but I I have something to do in the afternoon, so I'll go first—"

Tsukimori suddenly took her left hand, and put it in front of her eyes to observe carefully. Asada Oriyi was startled by his sudden movement, and opened her mouth slightly in a daze, without saying a word.

"The calluses on your fingertips are gone."

Ori Asada: ………

Knowing what he meant, she bit her lip and replied, "I didn't have it in the first place. I belong to the type that doesn't grow calluses."

"You used to have."

"..." Well, this guy remembers it really clearly, Asada Oriyi sighed secretly, and finally decided not to dodge anymore, pulled his hand away, and looked into the boy's clear eyes seriously, "As you can see, I I haven't played the piano for a long time."

Without waiting for his response, she went on to say, "If you want to persuade me to pick up the violin again, then my answer is, no."

Seeing her determined expression, Yue Senlian frowned and said, "What I said to you was wrong."

"What?" Asada Oriyi didn't respond.

"Zhiyi, it's not that you don't love the violin, you just haven't noticed that feeling."

After Yue Senlian finished saying what she had been wanting to tell her, she stopped pestering her and just told her before leaving: "The registration for the Summer International Music Competition is not over yet, do you dare to compete with me again?"

…………

>>>

Reluctantly cheering up and talking and laughing with her father back home, Ori Asada changed out of her restrictive dress, untied her hair, and took a bath in water.

The warm bath water took away all the exhaustion both physically and mentally, and she leaned her head against the edge of the bathtub, staring at the white ceiling in a daze.

Arima Kosei's piano sound shocked her too much, but what surprised her the most were actually what Tsukimori Ren said.

Asada Oriyi thought for a long time, until the steaming hot water gradually cooled down, he came out of the bathtub to wipe his body.

piano……

violin……

classical music.

She lifted her swollen fingers, looked at the ugly lines on them, and suddenly clenched her fists.

The girl put on her underwear and rushed into the cloakroom, and took out a dusty violin case from the corner.

Open the lock, and the white violin lies quietly in the box.The body of the piano is still as bright as in memory, and it seems that a year has not caused any changes to it.

Asada Oriyi took it out, plucked the strings and found that the sound was not accurate, subconsciously moved the pegs with his fingers.

[Good to hear. ]

A magnetic, slightly hoarse male voice broke into his mind, and Ori Asada suddenly recalled the words Kinomoto Toya said to her at Kinomoto's home that day.

Really, does it sound good...

The corners of her lips moved, looking at the piano in her hand, thoughtful.