Trapped in the sunset

"On Sunday, morning, first-year group A of Luoshan High School—"

Akashi, who had just returned to the classroom after morning practice, saw the figure that had become extremely familiar since no one knew when.

The girl was propping her chin with one hand, leaning slightly sideways, staring at the scenery outside the window in a daze.In the whole classroom, only the window facing her was open, and the cold winter wind blew in through the gap, gently brushing her silky black hair.

Akashi walked slowly towards his seat, and didn't comment on the girl's behavior of opening the window wide in winter.Just like coming home in the rain the day before yesterday, he seems to have habitually pampered her.He has always been extremely protective of the people he recognizes: as long as they are the people he recognizes, as long as they are within the appropriate range, he will not interfere with many behaviors, and he will even protect them.

Midorima Shintaro's superstition about "morning divination" and his messy lucky items every day; Murasakihara Atsushi's exaggerated consumption of snacks; Aomine Daiki's lazy and arrogant behavior; Kise Ryota's shamelessness and shamelessness Kuroko Tetsuya’s two cups of vanilla milkshakes a day and his intentional but always pretending to be innocent, using his very weak sense of existence to scare other people, this kind of prank; Momoi May come out from time to time Bentos - if those things can be called food. . .

Those people, without the favor of him as the captain, how could they be so presumptuous and turn the world upside down?

Wei Young didn't know what she was thinking, or what to think about—but when she got up early in the morning, her mind was constantly distracted, even if she wanted to take out the book and read it, she wasn't in the mood, so she just followed that feeling— —And thus developed into a dazed act facing the window.

Her father hadn't called her yet; that was the first thing her brother called this morning.

This has also been. . .It has become an annual ritual.

The hand that was supporting her chin unconsciously covered her left shoulder - she didn't feel it at all for the first two days, and it wasn't until last night that a dull pain started to remind her of the incident when the bus hit the iron pillar the day before yesterday when it was braking.It's okay if you don't look at it, but when you look at her, you will inevitably be shocked.

Because the skin was originally fairer than ordinary people, when the bruises turned dark, it was very embarrassing.After seeing her for a while, she was afraid.

In a daze, she noticed the crimson in the corner of her eyes.

"Akashi-kun?"

Akashi Seijuro put down the book in his hand and tilted his head slightly: "Recovered? Close the window."

Wei Young blinked suddenly, unable to react for a while—"Ah? Oh." After closing the window, she suddenly realized that her face was almost as cold as ice.The warm air from the indoor heater instantly surrounded her——Weiyang raised her hand to touch her cheek, with a little confusion in her demeanor.

There are still 15 minutes until class time.And at this moment, Wei Young's phone on the table suddenly vibrated.

"Yes...Senior Qiu Ting?" Wei Young clicked on the text message, roughly read it, then took out the book that recorded the daily schedule from the bag without saying a word, and flipped through a few pages. . .She pressed the callback button with a trace of embarrassment.

"...Hey, Senior Qiu Ting?...Well, I saw it. Well, is there any other way?...No, but it was really too sudden, and the practice time is not even a few days..."

In fact, as mentioned before, as long as it doesn't touch her bottom line, she will hardly refuse other people's requests to her.But--

"Sister Kaiyinji, although I'm rude to you for the next request, we really can't think of anyone else who can help us except you.In fact, two weeks later, the performer of one of the repertoires in the upcoming regular performance of our music department, that is, Richard Arddinsell's "Warsaw Concerto", suddenly had something to do and couldn't perform.So, if possible, can you please act in his place? 』

"—All members of the orchestra started practicing this song three months ago, and the repertoire program for the day of the performance has also been handed in. It is not allowed to change or delete the repertoire temporarily."

Wei Young frowned tightly between her brows, which were always peaceful. She took the ballpoint pen and tapped the table lightly.

"Senior...Are you trying to drive ducks to the shelves?" She finally said this sentence, not knowing what to say.

"But, senior, what's the real reason for asking me to replace you?" It shouldn't be just because no other candidates can be found. . .

On the other end of the phone, Qiu Ting Hisashi touched his nose embarrassingly: "Actually, it was Firefly who suggested it."

"Sister Miura?" Wei Young felt that she seemed to know the answer.

Senior Qiu Ting's next words confirmed her guess.

"She remembered that you played this piece at the music festival in your old school two years ago."

"Senior...you also said it was two years ago."

"Sister, please."

Finally, Wei Young hung up the phone when she had to agree.

Since the music club of Luoshan University organized its own symphony orchestra, it has become a tradition to hold two performances a year.With the excuse of training students and promoting students to develop in an all-round way, when this plan was first proposed, it successfully received the full support of the principal and the board of directors of Luoshan.

However, for this performance, Wei Young, as the newly appointed chief, originally only planned to act as an audience in the audience to experience, observe and analyze the strength of the band, but now she learns that she also needs to attend the performance that day—and still as a The identity of the piano concerto player - as expected, she will have to practice closed every day. . .

. . .

The next day, during physical education class, Wei Young uncharacteristically pulled up a chair and sat in a remote corner of the gymnasium, and read a sheet of music as if no one else was there.

Harada Ai looked at her from a distance without disturbing her friends, and she entered the state of selflessness as soon as she lowered her head, and then glanced at the music score that dazzled her with black bean sprouts all over her face, and sighed Wei Young's power at the same time I was also a little curious about how she could concentrate in such a noisy environment.

She has heard a little about the music club.After all, it is certainly not small news that someone from our school was admitted to the famous Juilliard College in the United States.On the other hand, even Wei Young, who succeeded Miura Hotaru-senpai as the chief, has received much attention.The news agency even dug up news about when Wei Young would transfer to another school, that she was a child returning from China, and so on.

Turning his eyes, Harada Ai turned his gaze to the other side of the gymnasium.Is it her illusion?

She tapped her chin with her index finger.

Although she knew from the very beginning that there was an incomprehensible relationship between Akashi Seijuro and Wei Young, who was feared by everyone—this became even more obvious when she heard the red-haired boy call the girl by her name one day—but her intuition Tell her that something must have happened to the two of them again.

but--

Harada loves to play with the volleyball in his hand.

These two people are obviously not talkative people, and it is useless to ask.Besides, she is not someone who deliberately digs out the secrets of her friends.If Wei Young wants to say that she will be happy to listen, similarly, if she chooses to remain silent, she will respect her choice.

. . .

Sitting in front of the piano, Wei Young rubbed her right wrist with her left hand.

She has been practicing in this practice room for three hours.Looking out the window into the orange sun, she let out a breath slowly.

Just keep practicing. . .There is still half an hour before the school gate closes.

. . .

When practicing these days, some old memories always pop up in my mind.

When she was a student at the St. Paul's Conservatory of Music two years ago, the piano performance presented at the music festival was not her original intention, but the result of discussions between her music theory teacher and other teachers.

She actually didn't understand why, as the principal, she had to change her career to play the piano at the music festival—although, it's true that she majored in piano.

——"Weiyang, your music has a delicacy and expressive power that no one else has. Everyone can see your talent and be convinced. But, Weiyang, I hope you can challenge some of your usual music. A topic that you will not be exposed to. Although you are a student of the piano department, how many times have you actually performed with the piano? So this time, let’s go and try it out. Maybe you can learn from this performance learn new things.”

After the teacher said that, she realized it.

It turned out that unconsciously, her piano skills seemed to have encountered a bottleneck. Although she hadn't regressed, she hadn't improved for a long time.

Then for two months, as she did recently, she ignored everything as soon as school was over, and locked herself in the music room to practice hard.

Sometimes she even forgot to go home until her elder brother showed up at her school with a lunch box.

Although I was tired at that time, in retrospect, it seems. . .Also very happy.

After the practice was over, she gently covered the piano, and then she slowly walked out of the practice room.

"Weiyang."

"Huh?" Hearing someone call her to raise her head reflexively, her eyes met those eyes, one red and one gold.

Akashi Seijuro stood less than two meters away from her, his red hair was still dripping from the fresh wash, and he was wearing the uniform he had changed back into.

Only then did Wei Young realize that she was now standing outside the basketball hall.That is to say——

"Akashi-kun, training is over?"

"Xiao Zheng, I'm leaving first—oh, it's Xiao Yang!"

Another voice sounded at the same time as her.

Wei Young bowed to the person who had just walked out: "Senior Shiji, good evening."

Shizhi Lingyang waved her hand: "Don't be so serious, Xiaoyang. If you continue like this, you will be like Xiaozheng."

"Ling Yang."

Akashi interrupted him lightly.

Shizhi Lingyang quickly raised her hand: "Okay, okay, I'll leave now. Of course it won't disturb the emotional exchange between Xiaozheng and Xiaoyang. Then, I'll take a step first. See you tomorrow, Xiaoyang. Don't worry about it every day." Coming home that late, it's not safe for a girl to walk alone."

"Understood, senior. Please walk slowly on the road."

To tell the truth about Lingyang Lingyang, Weiyang doesn't know how to comment.It should be said that he is familiar with her, or he is good to her because of Akashi's relationship. In short, since she occasionally appeared outside the basketball hall, she and this senior can be called a delicate-looking senior than a member of the basketball club. Anyone can get acquainted.

It's just that she has always been curious. When the senior called her "Xiao Yang", didn't she feel awkward calling her at all?

"Let's go together." Akashi and she said this to her after seeing off Misaki Reo.

Wei Young nodded naturally: "Okay."

In these two weeks, this was the first time Akashi would wait for her after his job was over.Because she has been busy with performances recently, apart from practicing with the symphony orchestra, daily practice, rehearsal, etc., she is very busy, and because of this, every time she recovers, the day is over again.

In the first three days, she was walking alone in the empty corridor, if Akashi hadn't happened to go back late that day and ran into her-it turned out that he would send her home whenever he was free-maybe it would still be the same today She walked home alone in the rapidly darkening winter sky.

Seeing the young man walking in front, Wei Young asked softly: "Akashi-kun, will you come to the performance tomorrow?"

As the president of the student council, Akashi is of course quite aware of what happened in the music club recently.

"Yeah. Will come."

"Really?" Wei Young smiled quietly.

Tomorrow's performance, it seems that I have to work harder.

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"On the day of the performance, the backstage lounge of the auditorium"

Wei Young looked at her long-lost outfit in the mirror.Her long black hair was made into big wavy curls, her face was painted with light makeup, and the light color brought out her peculiar silver-gray eyes, and she was wearing a sky blue off-the-shoulder dress specially prepared for today.

There was a light knock on the door, followed by Senior Qiu Ting's voice——

"Sister, the performance is about to start."

"coming."

Wei Young clasped his hands together, closed his eyes, and took a deep breath.

Get out of the backstage.

The piece she's going to play is tonight's opening piece.As soon as he took the stage, the originally quiet auditorium suddenly burst into thunderous applause.

Wei Young stood in front of the stage, with a warm smile on her face, saluting to the audience.

Luoshan Music Club's performances are always open to the public.Members of the music club who did not participate in the symphony orchestra are free of charge, parents, teachers and students of the school are half-price, students from other schools are also half-price as long as they show their student ID cards, and other foreigners are full-ticket.

After finishing the ceremony, Wei Young smiled again at the pitch-black auditorium, then turned around and sat down in front of the grand piano.She silently said to herself in her heart: everything that should be done has been done, and then, just play with all my strength.

Raising his eyes, he nodded to Shang Qiuting Jiuzhi's eyes full of trust and encouragement.

Many people have asked Wei Young: What are you thinking about while playing?

In fact, Wei Young didn't know how to answer this question.That is, just think about the music and listen carefully to the symphony part. . .Most importantly, if you want to play well, you must trust your partner who is also playing.

A symphony orchestra pays more attention to the tacit understanding among its members than any other group.It is not the responsibility of one or two people to produce good music, but the responsibility of everyone.

Akashi Seijuro stared expressionlessly at the girl surrounded by the light of the spotlight, listening to the music flowing from the girl's fingers.

This can be said to be the first time he heard her play.

Her music has the ability to drive the soul and is very shocking, but under this magnificence, the audience can hear the soft voice that only belongs to girls.

Haiyinsi Weiyang is a performer who has found his own music.

For a musician, nothing is more important than that.

The tune won't be very long.

After just a few minutes of performance, there are countless hours of sweat behind it.

Wei Young held the hand of a schoolgirl who was the lead in this performance, let it go, and saluted everyone again.

Applause or something, everyone's applause, everything is not important to her at this moment.

At this moment, the throbbing she felt in her heart, as well as the touch of wanting to cry, had overwhelmed the cheers from outside.

No matter how many times this is the performance, Wei Young only hopes that the current feeling can last.

At least, before the mood cools, she wants to bring her music to more people.

For music, the most terrible thing is not a clumsy technique, but a cold heart.

Music that cannot move oneself does not have the ability to move the audience.

This is basic common sense.

Wei Young raised her head, was stunned for a moment when she saw the person walking towards her holding a bouquet, and then smiled relievedly.

Taking the bouquet of flowers from Akashi Seijuro, even though he knew he was acting on behalf of the student council, he was still grateful.

. . .

The girl held a bouquet of roses in her arms that was almost the same color as the boy's hair, and her smile was shy that she didn't even notice; the boy stared at her fixedly, with a trace of tenderness in his eyes.

Boys wear dark suits; girls wear light gowns.

Many years later, every time the young man stood in front of her holding flowers, they would always think of the year they met.

At that time, he took flowers and gave them to her in front of everyone.

This behavior has become their habit.

The girl took the bouquet amid the applause of everyone; the boy slightly raised the corners of his lips after she took the flowers.

Of course, they don't know the future at this time.

All they can do now is to live in the moment and cherish every minute and every second.

The author has something to say: I suddenly found out that Ai Harada forgot about me. . .So let her come out in this chapter "Although, it is really super short. . . 』

Lingyang appears again! ! !

In other words, I didn't find out until later:

Mibuchi Reo "MibuchiReo"

Haiyin Temple Weiyang "KaionjiMio"

Both of their names have "Yang". . .Okay, I admit I'm slow. . .

In other words, writing this piece made me so painful! ! !I always feel like it can never end! ! !Then after I finished writing, I realized that it was five thousand words! ! !Record broken! ! !so excited! ! !

By the way: I'm a member of a symphony orchestra. . .So almost every story I write has something like music in it. . .

☆, gathering