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Yinchi first put a cup of milk into the microwave to heat it up, but his eyes did not communicate with Xueman.He took out two slices of bread and put them into the bread machine, and poured some oil into the pan to fry the bacon. "Kelly wants the Chinese copyright of Hikaru Utada's "automatic". I have already filled in the words. I didn't agree to accompany her to sign the contract. Since you want me to go to the concert, then go over and sign the authorization."

Hearing this explanation, Xueman who was standing behind was a little lost.She wrapped her hands around Yinchi's back and waist, and with only a light force, Yinchi's body leaned forward slightly and splashed a little oil.She raised her eyes a little, but quickly put them down, stroking her hand around her waist, but she didn't know what to say.

Ten months have passed since the harsh autumn and winter accompanied people's departure.It had cleared up outside the window long ago, but Xueman knew that there was still snow floating inside the house.In the past six months, they have become each other's passers-by. She fulfilled her loneliness, but she failed her admiration.Xueman's thinking is very simple, she doesn't want a perfect god, she only wants a simple person.She really hopes that she knows how to express her emotions appropriately, that she can cry in front of her, that she can talk to her, and that she can lose her temper with her.She can say "yes" without hesitation when she's invited to her concert, without any reason why she doesn't want to hear it.Is this kind of thinking too much?

When she felt that Xiaochi was about to make breakfast, Xueman held back the tears that were about to fall, and gave her a smile.She wants to hug the person she likes, but she has to warm herself first.Koike, please bear with my arrogance, because I have been practicing tolerating you.

"Can I listen to that song?" "Yes." After putting the breakfast on the table, Yinchi picked up the guitar on the piano stand and sat down on the sofa to play. "Automatic" has been adapted into Kelly's "Can't Help It".After singing a song, Xueman asked: "Is there any difference between making someone else's album and making mine?" Yinchi said lightly: "There is no difference. If it is you, I want to do well even more."

Maybe Xiaochi didn't feel it himself, but Xueman did.She finally understood a little bit about the questions she had on the taxi in Shanghai that day.Her works are the same as her people. She is completely different when she is not around her. She is casual, willful, and unrestrained. Instead, she can write works like "Notepad" and "Can't Help" that seem to be suffering but are actually free.Which one is the real her?And how does she like to be herself?

Why is the night so charming?Because it has two functions of fusion and release at the same time.In the dark night, everything becomes slow motion, and you can clearly feel all the emotions that were suppressed during the day.First, starting from the chest cavity, every grain of pain factor is squeezed together, tearing the ribs and rushing to the brain, and then the neurons transmit the pain information back to the body.The first thing to respond is the stomach. The digestive juices cannot break down the pain and accumulate in the body. You feel like vomiting all the time.

Taking advantage of a few days of vacation before going to Japan, I took a break from that icy city and breathed another kind of air, and my lungs did not feel comfortable because of it.Taiwan's Shuiyun Fishing Port is very quiet at night, and no one will come here at this time.The full moon cast a pale light on the sea, sparkling.The sea is still, there is no breeze to stir it, and there is a faint salty smell in the air.The night sky is clear, the stars are bright in the morning, and the world is silent.

Several incisions have been made on the two thighs, and the arms can't move yet, so it shouldn't be too obvious!However, the hands are already the most normal part of the body.Yinchi was about to cut a knife in the lower abdomen, but was interrupted by the vibration from the mobile phone in his jeans pocket, it was Xueman.Just got connected and said a word, then disconnected.It is in arrears.

There was a coin-operated phone booth, but she had no change.Walk 10 minutes to find a grocery store that is closing. "Brother, can you change me 1000 yuan coins?" "1000 yuan?" There are 1000 yuan coins, and the ones on him are less than 500 yuan.She took out 700 yuan to him: "It's so much trouble for you, thank you." She took off her coat and wrapped the pile of coins, and walked back to the phone booth with precipitation.

"The phone was in arrears just now."

"You asked your colleague to borrow the phone?"

"Um."

"How is your job going?"

"smoothly."

"I can't sleep." An insomniac actually called a habitual insomniac.

"Then I'll chat with you." She put 50 yuan into the coin slot.

"You sing to lull me to sleep."

Severe lack of sleep and drinking a lot of alcohol during this time, my voice is already a little hoarse: "What do you want to hear?"

The person is still responsive to himself, but doesn't stop and think for a moment.The sweet words I used to say when I was on a business trip seem to no longer exist. "Sing your new work, I've never heard of it."

She was silent for a moment, and in the end she still didn't sing her own composition, but hummed "Castle in the Sky" which she planned to adapt recently.She used to wonder if there really was Laputa in the world, would she be desperate to find it like the shepherd boy was eager for treasure.But now it has become that even if she is really told that there is Laputa, she has no motivation to pursue it.

"Why did you suddenly think of this song?"

"It's nothing, my colleague told me that Taiwan really has a city in the sky."

"Have you gone?"

"It's too far, we'll go next time." Seeing that there was only the last ten yuan coin left, she squeezed the microphone tightly, her knuckles turning white.

"Return your phone to your colleague, we've been chatting for a long time."

"Well, you go to bed early."

"Good night."

The line was interrupted again, she hung the microphone back to the fuselage, and let out a long sigh of relief.Even if it was a mechanical conversation, she was afraid that if she said one more sentence, she would cry uncontrollably.Now, the world has returned to silence.The wind speed in the dark night began to increase, and the sea làng gently patted the rocks on the shore, splashing a little bit of water, and falling on her little feet.

She lifted the hem of her clothes and drew three bloody gashes on her lower abdomen.

Chapter 43 Voice of Asia

At the end of December, after arriving in Tokyo, Xueman and Henry rushed to the Japanese National Opera House to participate in the rehearsal of "Voice of Asia".Because Yinchi wanted to record the demo of "Can't Help", he didn't take the same plane with Xueman, but changed to the plane two days later, and promised to watch her performance on time after meeting Hikaru Utada.

Backstage, the stylist dressed Xueman for more than an hour, and the makeup artist gave her an encouraging smile. Qixuan looked at her like she was looking at a bride who was about to get married.Xueman stood in front of the mirror and tried to pose a few poses. When she thought everything was very appropriate, Henry said, "Xueman, this won't work. You're overdressed and it's hard to get headlines." It wasn't clear enough, and he added, "I just came from the press conference, and other people's clothes are either short skirts, low-cut or backless, or the colors are particularly exaggerated. You can only be on a page the size of a postage stamp like this."

Before Xueman could recover, she saw Qixuan with an interpreter begging the cameraman to stop filming in a begging tone. "This is already the largest scale I can accept. Don't people only pay attention to what I wear?" Hearing the description of the declining world, Xueman is not helpless, but has no solution.

"It's not like that." Henry explained, "Voice of Asia was originally for Kelly to represent China, which aroused a lot of repercussions in Hong Kong. But before signing the contract, she suddenly changed her mind, saying that she had more important acting plans. The contract was postponed. The mainland media that originally planned to follow the film also canceled the interview plan. I just watched it on the spot, and there is only one Chinese media, which is still unknown. If we don’t make any noise, won’t it be in vain? Why don't you... try something else?"

This is generally the case. Every promotion meeting before the release of the film will frustrate the confident Xueman who has just finished recording, and even doubt whether she is qualified to be an artist.If she can't wear "good-looking" clothes, and can't provide gossip or other incidents to stimulate the page, her news will not be published.At this time, Xueman usually blames herself.To be a singer, trying to sing well is not enough.