[Comprehensive] Escape from shame is useless

On December 12, at 31:2 pm, the tennis court of Lihai University High School.

"Department, Minister, aren't you going to attend Kuroki-senpai's concert today? Why... Phew... Do you still need to train?"

While running around, Sara complained to Ichinose.

"Because Diguang is still training today, how can we admit defeat? Don't forget, we will beat them in next year's Quanzhong!"

Facing the minister who suddenly became enthusiastic, Sha Luo twitched the corners of his mouth, "But what if everyone gets tired and gets bored listening to music?"

"You don't need strength to listen to music, you just need to have the strength to crawl over." Wang complained with a cold face.

"...Then don't blame me if Ting falls asleep by then."

"What did you say?"

"Nothing at all!"

At 4 o'clock in the afternoon, Miota's house.

"Sister, are you really not going? It's rare that I got such a front seat..."

Wei Chui hugged the pillar and shook his head crazily: "No, no, no, you don't know that I get a rash when I hear classical music! Classical music is terrible, terrible!"

"Then I'll go alone? If you're hungry at night, order takeaway."

Chitose changed his shoes and went out, then reopened the door worryingly and emphasized again.

"You are absolutely not allowed to cook by yourself, do you hear me clearly?"

"……Yes."

At 5:[-] in the afternoon, Yuno, who was outside the gymnasium, finally found the person she was waiting for.

"Yuno, I've been waiting for a long time."

After hearing this, she gave Yukimura a gentle smile, then turned to the other people behind him with a half-dark face.

"It's been 10 minutes since you entered the arena. You guys are late for half an hour. What are you doing?"

Although he is no longer studying at Lihai University, my wife Yuno still has a prestige, and everyone except Sanada pointed at Xiaokelp very unanimously: "It's all his fault."

"Kirihara-kun, are you lost again?" You smiled brilliantly.

"No, no, it's not my fault! Nioh-senpai lied to me that I must wear a tuxedo for the concert, so I..."

When we got together, we found out that everyone was wearing casual clothes, and he was the only one dressed as if he was going to a wedding.As the current head of the Tennis Department of the High School Attached to Lihai University, he couldn't let his black history be passed on like this. He ran home and changed his clothes under the pressure of time.

"My wife, you can see that I have worked so hard for Li Haida's image and hacked Senior Nio to death!"

Nioh... At this moment, he is smiling and winking here from 100 meters away.

Ten minutes before the start of the performance, Jasmine also pushed open the door on the side of the stage, revealing half of her face to look at the auditorium.

The location of the infield was very close to the stage, and the distance of less than ten meters made it easy for her to see many familiar faces.Kazama-sensei sat in the middle of the first row, and on both sides of him were almost all professional musicians who could be named.Although I heard him say that he invited some friends over, I didn't expect that the teacher's circle of friends was bigger than she thought.

"I can't believe it, it's really full..."

Ueno supported her shoulders, and secretly revealed an eye, sighing in disbelief.

From the day the chairman informed them that the concert would be held here, she was extremely worried about the attendance rate.Even well-known singers held half-empty concerts in this kind of place. Will a school band like them really come to see it?

"Well, I also think that Tian Yu-senpai is really amazing."

Tian Yu Nanami from the news department, as the person in charge of the publicity of this concert, let them really see how powerful the media people really are.

Not only did she travel to all the colleges and universities in Kanagawa in just one month, she successfully negotiated with each school's orchestra, and asked those members to help promote them in the school, attracting a lot of audience .

What's even more amazing is that after getting the first information about the music competition incident that year with Jasmine's permission, she did not know what method she used to interview "all" relevant personnel involved in that incident ——Yes, even the Uchidas, who had refused to be interviewed by the media for many years, unexpectedly agreed to her request for an interview—and finally sorted out what could be called a complete record of the incident.I also found "Music Weekly", the most authoritative magazine in the Japanese music industry, and cooperated with the editor-in-chief of the magazine to selectively publish most of the original truth.

It is conceivable that the addition of "a rare violin genius in a century" and "the culprit who almost destroyed her and slandered her" also involved "the media's deliberate distortion of facts". It exploded the entire music circle.Since then, Jasmine has also received letters and gifts from many well-meaning people she doesn't know, and classmates who pass by often cheer her on in the school.

Following this momentum, Star Music officially announced that Kuroki Jasmine will also attend this year's New Year's Eve concert as a solo violin, as the first stage of returning to the classical music world.The number of votes for a concert that hadn't attracted too much attention dropped dramatically.

Finally, a week before the show, all sold out!

"Sister Tianyu is amazing, but the most important thing is Master Heimu. Many people are here for you."

Ueno's words made Jasmine a little dazed. The audience in front of the stadium, which was full of people, came for her.

"Airi, do you think my music...would make everyone happy?" She withdrew her gaze from the outside, and looked at her hands anxiously.

"You will know about that kind of thing after the concert is over." Ueno moved closer, squeezed Jasmine's hand, and said as someone who has experienced it: "What we performers can do is to enjoy ourselves on the stage. There is nothing to worry about. Why are you nervous and what are the audience, when the performance really starts, how can you have so much time to think about it?"

She patted Jasmine on the shoulder and smiled openly:

"It's a rare resurrection stage, how can you not enjoy it? Right?"

"What resurrection, don't tell me it's as good as dying once?"

"Hey? Then... what do you think of the stage of Phoenix Nirvana? Is it more gorgeous?"

"So that's not the problem!"

Yes, this is the first time she has stood on the stage under the name Kuroki Moliya and played with the orchestra.

Dreaming into a realistic scene is enough for her to burn everything in herself, and there is really no need to ask for more.

only--

Finally, I looked back at the seats in the first row. The only vacant chair in the full auditorium was so out of place.

Just at this time, I received an email.

From Zhengjun: The time is coming soon, and I have to start warming up here, cheers for the concert.

To Zhengjun: Well, you have to work hard, see you later.

Yes, for some unknown reason, the national competition of this year's Winter Cup was postponed for many days, which directly caused the bronze medal match and the final to be postponed to today, and then perfectly collided with the time of the recital.

This incident not only made Zhengjun unable to come to see her, but even those friends from the Teiko Basketball Club called her to ask her for leave. Kise even cried and apologized on the phone, which made her comfort her For a long time, it's funny to think about it.

This is also impossible.

The Winter Cup is the goal they have worked hard for half a year. Even as a spectator, they will never miss the finals.As for her violin, they have heard it many times in private gatherings, so it doesn't matter if they didn't come this time.It is even more so for Zhengjun, after all, before she became a musician, she was still his violinist alone.As long as he wants, she is willing to play the strings for him at any time.

But in the end it's different.

The recital, which could have been complete enough to make her happy to the point of death without any regrets, just lacked such a corner, and it was still such an important corner.

It was as if a hole had been dug in his chest. The strong sense of loss blurred the bustling crowd in front of him. The buzzing voices in the arena became farther and farther away. The world gradually faded away, leaving only himself and the empty card. Chair.

Ah, I suddenly feel so lonely...

The emptiness spreads, and it is almost impossible to break free.Almost mechanically, she followed Ueno back to the backstage, then high-fived every classmate who was on stage, and watched them get on the stage.

"Heimu." Du Zhu, who was the conductor, suddenly turned around before taking the stage and called her name.

Jasmine also raised her head in a daze, and met her confident and calm smiling face.

"No matter what you feel now, you must hold back. Everything about the musician must be reserved on the stage, and it can only explode at the moment of performance."

Yes, she is a musician, no matter how sad she is now, how much she wants to cry, even if she is so lonely that she is about to die, she can't show it.This is her food, the nutrient that makes her music, whether it is happy or sad, moved or angry, it must become a part of her music!

This is the path she has chosen.

Jasmine also suppressed her emotions and took a deep breath, and nodded solemnly to Du Zhu.

"Well, see you on stage."

After the tuning of the orchestra, the huge stadium can be heard quietly.Tsuzuki made eye contact with the band members one by one from left to right. After completing the final eye contact, he raised his right arm——

Music starts.

"1812 Overture" is an orchestral work created by Russian composer Tchaikovsky to commemorate Kutuzov leading the Russian people to repel the invasion of Napoleon's army and win the Russo-French War in 1812. It is the most popular of all his works. A song popular with the general public.

For those who are familiar with classical music, there is no need to introduce more, but for those who do not understand, the rumor of this piece is also very popular on another level.

——This is the only piece that uses cannon as an instrument in the score.

By the way, the person who proposed to play this piece was the leader of the band, Airi Ueno, who looks petite but is actually very hardcore.The reason is that when the encore is played, the timpani is not used when the cannon is played, but if the salute is actually used, the atmosphere will definitely be more enthusiastic.

"Such a big scene needs to be shot! Anyway, Yokohama Arena must have something, right? How handsome!"

Then it was quickly dismissed by the chairman.

Thus, the encore song became the opening song.

Ueno must have thought of this now. As the chief soul of the orchestra, under her leadership, the first half of this triumphant song was played murderously by them.Well, after all, the first half is about the French invasion and the loss of Russia, so it’s not impossible.

Speaking of it, every time I listen to different orchestras, I will find that there are really countless interpretations of the same piece of music.This sense of anticipation that you never know what kind of strange and interesting performance you will hear next is also one of the joys of listening to live concerts.

At the end of the song, the applause continued for a long time.

Jasmine was also hugging the qin, hiding behind the curtain, and was also swept by this enthusiasm, feeling very relieved.

After 2 minutes, Tsuzuki looked over, as if asking for her opinion.

【are you ready? 】

【kindness! 】

She stretched out her hand in Jasmine's direction across half the stage.Jasmine also changed her posture of holding the violin, gently closed her eyes, and quietly felt the subtle resonance between the stage and the auditorium at this moment, which was what they had been pursuing.Open your eyes again, take a deep breath, and take a step...

Stepped into the light.

A pure white double-layer tube top skirt, which is as long as the middle of the calf. The warm orange lining only reveals a circle of cute ruffles at the bottom. The skirt is close to the left leg and is folded up to a few centimeters above the knee. , a bouquet of flower buds of the same color as the inner lining is buckled above the layered folds.The long brown hair is tied high on the right side, and the red headband is tied into a beautiful bow, which looks cute and energetic.

"I just said she must look good in this outfit! Hahaha..."

A burst of laughter suddenly broke out in the crowd, attracting onlookers from all around.

"Hush - keep your voice down, Yaren!"

Yue Hao covered the mouth of her embarrassing husband, and apologized very embarrassedly to the audience around who were scared by him.

"Isn't it just started? Besides, that's my daughter."

"Yes yes yes, really..."

"Ahhh, Jasmine-senpai is so cute, ah, I'm dead!"

Yukino put down the binoculars, collapsed into Nazuka's arms exaggeratedly, and then talked to Kanai on the other side through her.

"Minister, do you think I can squeeze over to give flowers to my senior later?"

The blond girl gave her a blank stare without hesitation, "If you run down in time."

They haven't bought an infield ticket yet, and they are thousands of miles away from the stage now.

"Qiue, where are your flowers?" Takazaki who was beside Kanai turned his head to look at her and asked a more practical question.

"Uh, I, I didn't buy it..." Before being depressed for two seconds, she raised her head again and said excitedly, "You said that if I gave myself to the senior, the senior would—ah!"

Nazuka withdrew his hand from patting her chest, and complained expressionlessly: "Pervert."

"You don't have the right to say that I'm sexually harassing you, do you know that?!"

Not knowing what strange topics those familiar people in the crowd were discussing, Jasmine also stood on the right side of the podium and looked towards the auditorium directly in front of her.Kazama-sensei was looking at her expectantly, and Uncle Zhengchen, who was always unsmiling next to her, also raised the corners of his mouth slightly and nodded to her after meeting her gaze.Then, as expected, his eyes fell to the empty space after that.

There was the place she left for Zhengjun, but it was empty at the moment.

The emotions that had been deliberately suppressed just now swept up, spreading to her limbs and bones, digging out her heart again, and taking something very important from it.

But not yet, not yet.

The repertoire to be performed next requires extremely delicate operations, and she cannot let go of her feelings.

Forcing myself to look away, no longer paying attention to the sudden blank space, I met Ueno's shining eyes in a blink of an eye.

[I thought that Master Kuroki would never play that song again in this life... woo woo thank you, let me listen to it again...]

Ueno said that it was because of her performance that she fell in love with the violin, decided to embark on a difficult career path, and spent her life with music.

That was the moment when she became attached to music, and that encounter changed the trajectory of her life.

But for Jasmine, that was the opening song towards despair.

I never thought that I would play this song again in front of the public one day in this life.In order to extend the richness of the repertoire, make the layers more distinct, and the sense of hearing more popular, Mr. Kazama also specially asked someone to re-arrange the song, and accompanied it with the accompaniment of the orchestra.

Eight years ago, all disputes, all tragedies started from it.

This time on this stage, she will bring everyone's expectations and encouragement to reproduce the glory of this track in a new way.

——"Paganini No.20 Four Caprices".

I can't tell what the reason for choosing this song is, maybe it's because I want to get up from where I fell, or maybe it's just that for her, for her life, this song occupies too much weight , making it impossible for her to ignore its existence.

It is no longer just a beautiful piece of music, a magnificent chapter with all the skills, it is more like a crack that she branded on her long river of fate, which almost cut off her entire life.It is amazing that after so many years of struggle and ups and downs, when she plays it again, she feels so relaxed.

She doesn't hate it, on the contrary, she likes it more than her 7-year-old self, she can feel its beauty more, and she can better understand the composer's confident and ostentatious belief when composing music.Instead of passively playing according to the scriptures recorded in the music score as she was back then, she can handle phrases under complex techniques more easily, making the whole piece more delicate.

Times have changed, and the mentality of "you must not lose for the sake of tennis" has become calmer, without the cold and hard spirit, and the music has become softer and more dynamic.It's such a beautiful melody, but it would be a waste to play it with murderous intent.

Music is never wrong.

"It's so beautiful, that's Kuroki's Paganini 24..."

At the end of the song, Hino wiped away the tears still remaining in the corners of his eyes.

In the school music competition, she once heard Yuesen's performance of the same song.At that time, she was conquered by the overwhelming courage, and fell in love with the fancy technique that she had never seen before. In her mind, this song was full of killing spirit, which would make people nervous after hearing it. Choking tune.

But now, in Jasmine's hands, it showed a completely different appearance.

It is so light, so graceful and delicate that she even ignores her almost perfect technique, and instead pays attention to the emotion of the song itself.Even before the virtuosity-like techniques, it has always been a caprice known for its beauty.

"You can do this at the age of 7, no wonder..."

"It's not true. Her music wasn't so rich eight years ago." Yuesen, who was sitting next to him, applauded amid deafening applause and cheers, and said to her with a complicated expression, "She has improved, and she will continue to improve." Walked ahead of me once."

In the intramural competition, when faced with the theme of "Releasable Things", he chose this piece of music to prove that he was finally able to break through the shadow of eight years ago, and to surpass her performance to break the music that he had been obsessed with over the years. not confident.

Unfortunately, at the same time, she went deeper and further than him.

Maybe I can't catch up in my life.

"It doesn't matter, as long as we still love music and the violin, one day..."

Can see the same sky as her.

At the end of the two songs, when most people were relaxing and chatting, only Jasmine was holding the piano, sitting alone on a chair in the corner in a daze.A member of the orchestra wanted to talk to her, but before she could speak, she was pulled away by a winking classmate next to her.

"She should be brewing."

Brewing emotions?But, she looks like she's going to cry in a second...

Ten minutes passed quickly, and when she once again stood in the center of the stage amid the applause of the audience, Jasmine also knew that this moment had finally arrived, a moment where she no longer needed to endure, and could burst out everything she felt now!

Mendelssohn Violin Concerto in E minor.

Speaking of the piece that I want to play with the orchestra, the first thing that comes to my mind is this piece that I once played to Ms. Shiya.Although I don't know if she can hear it now, Jasmine also wants to give her a fulfillment.Even if they didn't have a new agreement, she always remembered the tears that the goddess who had been alone in the underworld for thousands of years shed for that song full of regrets.

But now, the desire for her to listen has not changed in the slightest, but the meaning of the song has quietly changed.

When the orchestra's prelude sounded, Du Zhu raised his hand in her direction, and the sound of the piano, which was ten times more mournful than in the rehearsal, suddenly burst out in her hand.From the appearance of the first sound, it directly shocked the hearts of every listener.

Ueno's whole body trembled uncontrollably, and reflexively glanced at Jasmine in front of him, but he could only see her side face with her eyes closed, completely immersed in the music.

What’s wrong with you?When playing this piece, what are you thinking about, so that you can play such a soul-stirring rhythm?

What are you thinking?

She just suddenly remembered the past, the first opportunity to learn music like a playful one, the impossible task that was entrusted to her, and the one who was not good at expressing since then, always thinking about it. A person who needs to carry everything on his shoulders.

Looking back, it seems like they've always been inseparable since their first love of music.They went to class and played together, he learned tennis for her, which she was not very interested in, and she learned basketball for him, which was a little disgusting.When she needs him, he can always appear in front of her at the most appropriate time.

In the past so many years of struggling and ups and downs, he was her only hope to still exist in this world.

During the years when she was flabbergasted and unable to move, he was the one who held her hand and carried her dreams on his immature shoulders.

When she was maliciously tortured and the whole world wanted her to give up hope, it was he who blocked all the wind and frost for her with his not generous chest.

Even when she abandoned everything and chose to escape from this world, he was the one who would bring her back to the earth even if she fell into hell.

If she is a bird that always wants to break free and fly freely, for her, he is the endless sky behind her.

Now, she has finally come to this point, and when she was reborn from the ashes on this brand new stage, and she was shining brightly, he was not there.

If music can create beautiful fantasies for listeners, she hopes everyone can hear their stories.

If she wanted someone to witness for her at this moment, she hoped it would be Zheng Jun.

But he is not there.

Maybe this is the first time she has been so lonely since she was born.

On perhaps the most important and glorious stage in her life, she fell into a boundless emptiness.

It's not pain, it's not sadness, it's the unbearable sourness, it's the longing that can't be resolved.

Obviously standing on the stage she has been waiting for for a long time, but her heart has already drifted to the far side.

I really want to see him, I really want to hug him, I really want to hear his voice, I really want to miss the smell of him that makes her addicted.

For the first time, I realized that the separation of the two places is so frustrating.

However, the music is not over yet, I have to be patient, I have to stay here.

So pour all your emotions into the piano, be it loneliness or missing, happy memories or sad past events.On the stage, the sound of the piano is my voice. Whether you hear it or not, I will shout out loudly, with all my strength and all my courage.

convey to you!

Half an hour passed in a flash, and the moment the music stopped, the magnificent reverberation still remained in the eardrums.The brain was still unable to adapt to the sudden silence, and the humming like electricity filled the mind like a hallucination, and after a few seconds, it was completely dispelled by the cheers like a mountain roar and tsunami, and disappeared without a trace.

She opened her closed eyes and blinked unaccustomed to the light. In the field of vision covered by color blocks, she saw the eyes of countless audiences, excited or sad, excited or joyful. They were moved by her performance. , they heard everything she told.

This song, I had a blast.

You too.

Great.

Then, I can finally-

The moment she left the audience's sight, she lifted the hem of her skirt and ran away.

Passing through countless surprised crowds, passing familiar and unfamiliar faces, before even changing out of the dress she prepared for the concert, Jasmine also grabbed her bag, pushed open the side door of the stadium, and rushed in In the colorful night scene haloed by neon lights.

I really want to see him.

The noisy shopping street, the beautiful lanterns, the Christmas decorations have not had time to be replaced, and the New Year is coming soon.The car windows, which had been fogged by the heating, reflected the hazy and dreamy lights, which fell in her eyes, rendering a glass-like transparent and beautiful color.

I really want to see him.

On the evening radio show, the hostess with a sweet voice is reading a letter from a fan to a lover. The letter is full of embarrassing love words, full of young and uneasy emotions.The grey-haired driver laughed, but sighed softly, "It's nice to be young" while waiting for the red light.

I really want to see him.

In the distance, the brightly lit stadium and the bustling square, the crowds who gathered here for the same reason scattered and walked towards their respective future directions.The only figure walking against the flow of people, his unique attire attracted strange looks from many passers-by.

"black wood……"

The girl didn't hear the call of the boy who was blown away by the wind, and disappeared into the crowd in the blink of an eye.

"What's the matter, Xiaozhen, can't walk when you see a beautiful girl?"

"Shut up Takao, I've got the wrong person."

The green-haired boy pushed his glasses, turned around and followed his teammates.

The turbulent mood and the anxiety that could not be found made her mind go blank, and the white mist she exhaled was blown away by the cold wind before it could block her vision.Jasmine finally crossed the crowd, stood on the steps, raised her head, and the tall gymnasium stood quietly in the night.

There was no friction sound of running and sudden stop, no sound of basketball hitting the ground, the game should have ended.

Why, she still can't see him?

There are so many entrances and exits in the gymnasium, you may miss it if you just walk by one.

Ah yes, the phone!

She reached into the bag and touched it before suddenly remembering that her mobile phone was put in the piano case, and she forgot it together with the piano in the dressing room.She ran out suddenly without a word, even throwing away the piano and the phone, everyone must be very worried now, right?And they all ran here, but they still couldn't find it.

"Obviously, I just want to see you sooner...why..."

"—Jasmine too?"

Not sure if she heard the illusion of non-existence, Jasmine, who was standing under the street lamp, was half a beat too slow before slowly turning her head. In her blurred vision, the red that could not erase the sense of existence was so dazzling, accumulated in the The tears in her eyes slid down, but flew into the air in the next second while she was running.

Her long brown hair fluttered behind her, and the skirt bloomed into gorgeous wings in the wind, supporting her to fly up and fall into his arms.

"Finally... see you."

"Yeah, finally..."

He hugged the person in his arms tightly, speaking words that maybe only he alone could understand.

The people who had gathered around the square in twos and threes gradually dispersed, and the shadows of the two quietly overlapped in front of the empty stadium.

"Didn't you say you met at the hotel? Why did you come over suddenly?"

"Well, I just want to see you earlier, and see you sooner."

"...There's really nothing I can do about you."

This child, sometimes does such unpredictable things.They had made an appointment to meet directly at the hotel where the celebration banquet was held, but she ran here in such a rampage that she even forgot to put on her coat.

"Cold?"

"It's cold, so hold me for a while~"

He was a little unaccustomed to such a willful and coquettish Jasmine.Still, the feeling isn't bad.

She tried to protect her exposed back as much as possible, and even turned her around 90° to keep out the wind.If it was me in the past, I would definitely feel that my current behavior is so stupid, but now my heart is full of gentle emotions.

"How was the concert? It was a success?"

"Well, but it's not perfect. It's all your fault that I didn't play the best melody. If you let me dove again next time, I don't guarantee that I will do anything."

"it is good."

"How about you, how was the final?"

"...lost."

"That's it, no wonder..."

No wonder the one I saw this time was the original Zhengjun.

Jasmine also gripped his clothes tightly, and hot tears fell into the pit of his neck.

"Zheng-jun, does it hurt?"

"Ah, a little bit. So Jasmine, come and see me next time I compete. If you don't let me go, I won't lose again."

"Pfft, May also said that you are not this type."

Knowing that he was trying to imitate her to tease her, Jasmine still smiled through her tears, and her dark emotions were swept away.She finally let go of her hand, and looked seriously at his eyes that had changed back to the same color again.

"Okay, then we have an appointment."

Putting on the spare tracksuit, although it didn't fit in with the exquisite and beautiful dress, but surrounded by his aura, Jasmine didn't mind the image problem at all - anyway, there was no one else around here now.

"Going to the hotel next?"

The two held hands and walked towards the steps like a walk.

"It's already this time. By the time we get to the venue, the celebration will probably be over."

Although Kanagawa is not far from Tokyo, it takes at least half an hour's drive, and it takes an hour to go back and forth.The celebration was only an hour long, and when they went back at this time, they had nothing left.

"What a pity, a rare ball..."

Akashi stopped, took half a step back, then bent his upper body under Jasmine's puzzled gaze, held up her hand, and gestured gracefully like a prince in a fairy tale, solemnly and humbly inviting a princess of the royal family.

"Then, miss, can you dance with me?"

But there is no prince or princess here.

The boy in a loose tracksuit was half-bent, his soft hair facing her direction, even under the dim streetlights, he was still so brightly red, burning silently.

And Jasmine, who was invited by him, was also wearing a nondescript dress with a sports coat, and she didn't care about the rustic attire that would make people laugh just by thinking about it.She lifted the hem of the skirt with a smile, regardless of being pressed into a strange arc by the coat, lowered her eyes, lowered her head, bent her knees, and held his hand.

"It's my pleasure."

There is no gorgeous dance floor, no melodious music, only an empty and quiet square in front of you.

But at this moment, the square is their dance floor, the crisp sound of high heels is their music, and the street lamps and the lights of the stadium in the distance illuminate their world.

In the night, a silent waltz sounded quietly. Under the witness of the silver crescent moon, in the intertwined dance steps of the two, in the overlapping figures of each rotation and jump, slowly converged into a line of fate Psalms.

The author has something to say: This is the end of the full text, thank you for reading to the end.

During the daily update, I obviously felt that the story was written too hastily, many preparations were not enough, and some things were missed. I should revise the previous article when I have time later.

Next, I will take a break to sort out my thoughts, and the next article will be: Slime’s Melancholy

If you are interested, please collect it first, okay =3=

The original intention of writing this article actually came from a piece of news.A real story about a genius named Promethea Olympia Kyrene Pythaitha who was harassed by fans and almost killed her mother. She finally gave up everything and lived an ordinary life with her mother.The name of the fan Pappoulis in this article is taken from this true story, but I have made some changes in the character design.If you are interested in this story, you can find it by directly searching the name of the protagonist.

I felt too sorry for her, so I wanted to write about a person who can persevere in the end despite all kinds of difficulties, so I came up with Jasmine.

I don't know what kind of choice is the right choice, what kind of choice represents strength, and this is just my personal obsession after all.

—May there be less tragedy and more hope in the world.