I can't possibly marry Kinomoto [comprehensive]

Asada Oriyi opened the door of the house and said weakly: "I'm back."

Didn't get a response, didn't Dad hear?He took off the piano case and put it on the floor, changed his shoes at the entrance, and was about to go upstairs to his room when he suddenly felt something was wrong.

He glanced at the entrance again, hey... there is an extra pair of leather shoes.

There are guests at home! ?Is this time?

But no one was seen in the living room, so the guest who visited at night must be in Dad's room.

Zhiyi wonders who this late-night visitor is.Dad went out with Uncle Kinomoto at noon, could it be that Uncle Kinomoto came over?

She went upstairs.

My bedroom is at the deepest part of the corridor, so I would pass by my father's room on the way back to the room, and I heard conversations coming from the room.

Eavesdropping is not good, and Zhiyi couldn't put her ears on the door. She glanced again curiously, and went back to her room to take a shower and go to bed.

Get some rest early, I'm still busy tomorrow.

Here, Nobu Asada's bedroom and study.

"There is some chaos in Italy, and we need your help." The male voice was strong and sounded a bit vicissitudes.

"The Vecchiore family was disbanded 16 years ago." This was Asada Nobu's voice, but compared to his usual gentleness, it was terribly cold, "I promised Mae that I would not interfere with anything about the mafia. "

After a while, the vicissitudes of the male voice sighed, "I understand."

Nobu Asada's eyes were deep: "Iemitsu, I hope Zhiyi can grow up in an ordinary and safe way, and not be involved in the world of the mafia."

Iemitsu Sawada stared fixedly at his old friend of the alliance, and stared at the lines on the ceiling with a resolute face, "An ordinary and safe life..."

He thought of his son, and a flash of determination flashed in his eyes.

"Is Zhiyi doing well?"

Hearing her daughter's name, Nobuhira Asada's sharp eyes softened behind the glasses, "She's fine, and she seems to have found a reliable boyfriend."

"That's it." Sawada Iemitsu chuckled with emotion, "You must be very sad, the daughter who worked so hard to raise was tricked away by a brat who came from nowhere."

"No, I'm very happy for her." Asada Shin smiled.

Sawada Iemitsu looked at his friend, hesitated for a moment, stepped forward and took out something from his trouser pocket and handed it to him.

Seeing what was in his palm, Asada Shinobu's eyes flickered, and he frowned deeply: "I remember I threw it away."

"Yes, you threw it into the sea the day before you married Mae, and it took several years for me and your former subordinates to find it back."

Sawada Iemitsu threw the family ring in his palm onto the desk of the silent Asada Nobu.

"Keep it, maybe it will come in handy again sometime."

Asada Shinobu firmly said: "No."

Sawada Iemitsu shrugged, put his hand into his coat again, and took out a delicate and small box, "I'll give you this too."

Asada Nobu was still unmoved.

Iemitsu Sawada threw something directly on his desktop again, "Keep your self-defense. Italy is in chaos recently, and there are not a few people who still see you as a thorn in the side after many years. Even if your identity in Japan is unknown, it is still Be on your guard."

Asada Nobu did not speak, Sawada Iemitsu did not say any more, closed the door and left after a few more instructions.

After a while, the university teacher who always had a gentle smile on his lips and was loved by thousands of college students covered his face with his hands and sat alone at the desk looking at the beautiful woman with light maroon curly hair in the photo frame, tears streaming down his face.

He lightly picked up the photo frame, placed a soft kiss on the glass layer, grabbed the family ring and the weapon box, and put them into the safe to lock.

"Zhiyi, are you back?" After walking out of the room, she found that her daughter seemed to have returned home, so Nobuo Asada came to her bedroom and knocked on the door.

Asada Oriyi just took a shower, changed into pajamas and hurriedly opened the door: "Dad! Did you have any guests at home just now? I didn't dare to go over and disturb you."

"Yes, an old friend has already left." Asada Shinobu smiled, "Did you have a good time today?"

"Happy!" Zhiyi said, then immediately blinked and waved her hands: "No, I'm not playing, I've been practicing the piano..."

"Really?" The smile on Asada Shin's lips deepened, seeing his daughter's face turned red, he didn't ask further, "Then dad will look forward to your performance tomorrow."

"I will work hard! But..." Zhiyi shrinks her neck and lowers her eyes anxiously: "I just want to try, maybe I won't be able to get the first place..."

Zhiyi was a little apprehensive, she was worried that she would disappoint him.

Like ever letting mom down.

"Weaving."

Asada Shinobu called out her name, and lovingly placed a kiss on the top of her hair, "I just hope you enjoy all this happily, whether it is No.1 or the last, it doesn't matter."

"Do what you want, Dad will always keep you safe."

Zhiyi was taken aback for a moment, and suddenly felt that something hot had landed on her hair.

She panicked, hugged her father and stammered and asked, "Dad, are you... crying?"

"No, I'm just glad that you can pick up the violin again." Asada Shinobu controlled his emotions, pushed his glasses and looked at his daughter kindly, "Does Ori know, Mae...she has always been very proud of you. "

Seeing a trace of disbelief flashing in her eyes, Asada Shin smiled wryly, and patted her on the head: "She's just a knife-mouthed bean curd heart, and she has kept all your awards and medals for you, and has been locked in the safe. , Take it out and wipe it regularly.”

"But those are No.2 medals—"

"I don't think she really cares about your ranking." Asada Shin recalled his beloved wife, with a nostalgic smile on his lips, "What she hopes most is that one day you will truly fall in love with the violin."

Zhiyi was silent, pursed her lips, lowered her head, and clenched her hands into fists.

"I'm going to enjoy tomorrow's game."

Asada Shin smiled: "Okay."

>>>

The next day, arriving at the venue two hours earlier, Zhiyi bid farewell to her father in the front hall, and came to the waiting room alone with the piano on her back.

The door was pushed open, and countless curious eyes were cast on her.

"It's her, the one exempted from the test like Yuesen?"

"But No.2 dares to avoid the test, it's too arrogant."

Zhiyi ignored them, and sat on the empty seat with the qin on her back, put the qin down and sat quietly, but the discussion on her did not stop because of this.

"Do you know her? I just came this year, how did she pull last year?" A beautiful girl in a white dress with neat bangs asked the people around her.

"I remember it is okay, but she hasn't appeared in various competitions for a whole year, and her current strength is unclear."

"Then I'll be 'all ears' for a while." The girl chuckled lightly and looked at Zhiyi with some unknown meaning.

...there is no end!The discussion was not too loud, Asada Oriyo secretly rolled his eyes and was too lazy to speak.

"You just let them talk about you like this?" A cold male voice came from behind, Zhiyi turned his head, and he saw the familiar blue-haired iceberg boy from his memory.

Before Zhiyi had time to say hello, the girl with bangs who had been belittling her just now had already stood up and stood in front of Yuesenlian excitedly, her face filled with the joy of meeting her sweetheart: "Student Yuesen, I My name is Bei Dao Aiyun, I have always admired you, and I only started learning to play the violin after listening to your performance!"

Bei Dao Aiyun raised her head expectantly, waiting for the response from the boy she likes.

Yue Senlian frowned slightly, "It's blocking the way."

"Eh?" Bei Dao Aiyun was stunned, unable to believe her ears.

"I said, you're blocking the way." Tsukimori didn't say any more, walked around her, and her shiny leather shoes stopped in front of Asada Oriyi.

"Hi, Lian." Zhiyi glanced at Bei Dao Aiyun who was still frozen in place, his face full of disbelief, "You are still the same, cold."

"Aren't you the same? If you don't even say a word of resistance, others will think you are easy to bully." Yue Senlian reminded her.

"I just don't think it's necessary to be quick with your tongue, and you have to set the flag without knowing the strength of your opponent." Zhiyi stuck out his tongue and raised his voice deliberately, "Actually, I want to stay and be on stage well." Slap her in the face."

Bei Dao Aiyun's face was ugly, and the corners of her mouth twitched with anger. She snorted, stepped on her high heels on purpose, and slammed the door again when she left the waiting room.

"But that being said, I'm actually also worried that her skills are better than mine. If she loses after going back, it would be shameful." Oriyo Asada, who was angry with Bei Dao Aiyun, whispered to Tsukimori Ren explain.

Yuesenlian: ...

He lowered his eyes, glanced at her delicate hairstyle and makeup, and noticed the obvious red fingertips of her hanging left hand.

"How long have you practiced?"

"Yeah." Zhiyi nodded, "I haven't practiced for a long time, and I can't keep up with the progress."

"Too eager for quick success, you hurt your hands like this." He frowned.

"Who told you to insist that I come to the competition?" Zhiyi glared at her former friend and said with a smile: "It's okay, I didn't force myself, when I practice the piano... I really enjoy it."

enjoy?

Yue Senlian has never heard this word from her mouth, and every time she recalls the violin, she seems to be only tired, dissatisfied, and complaining.

"Which song did you choose? "Melancholy Serenade", "Meditation"?"

"Neither of them, it's a song I carefully prepared, maybe it will scare you!"

"...Then it will depend on your performance." The young man said calmly.

Zhiyi stroked the piano case, "Okay."

>>>

A game, a total of six people, will be decided by lottery.Yue Senlian was first, Bei Dao Aiyun was second, and she... was last.

Finale?It's a nice location.

Quietly waiting in the background, Asada Oriyi looked at the elegant young man who was playing on the stage, and slightly bent his lips.

It's just that she hasn't heard his piano sound for a year, and she has improved so much. It seems that the chances of her winning the prize are worrying.

Such a perfect "24 Caprices No. 24", Asada Oriyi has only heard it from a few violin masters and his own mother.

After the last note, she couldn't help clapping her hands for Lian, and Bei Dao Aiyun next to her gave her a disdainful look.

……

After all five players finished playing, Asada Oriyi, the last one left, had already put the rosin on the strings, held the neck of the piano lightly with his slender fingers, and walked slowly to the center of the stage step by step.

Inhaling and exhaling, her gaze calmly swept across the audience and judges, and she lifted the piano and placed it on the collarbone.

There was a lot of discussion in the audience.

"That pure white piano is..."

"You can't be wrong, it's Ms. Cecilia's Aegean 'Mangxue'!"

"Let me see, this little girl's name is... Ori Asada? I remember Ms. Cecilia's Japanese surname is Asada, right?"

Someone echoed, "It's Mae Asada's daughter. I've heard her play, but the piano she used was not this one."

"Speaking of which, she was there when I was a judge last year. She was already very good at that time. I didn't expect that today..."

Backstage, Yue Senlian also frowned in confusion. Zhiyi chose to use the piano of the late teacher Cecilia today?

Before he had time to think about the reason, the beautiful sound of the piano made his pupils shrink suddenly.Is this piece—"Dance of the Fairies"?

Cheerful, mischievous, and dazzling string changes, the hand holding the bow lightly swings quickly and slightly, the face of the girl playing is no longer deliberately calm, the corners of her lips are slightly raised, quiet and vivid, very Enjoy the present moment.

[I didn't push myself, when I was practicing... I enjoyed it. ]

It seems that this sentence is sincere.

Yue Senlian finally let go of her frowning eyebrows, no joy could be seen on her handsome face, he folded his arms around his chest, and leaned against the wall to listen quietly and attentively.