Trapped in the sunset

The blush of the setting sun sprinkled impartially into the window of a certain music room in Luoshan University, the red and orange color climbed up the bookcase placed in the corner, and the black and white piano keys were also plated with that warm color.A series of notes came out from behind the closed door, stirring with imperceptible gentle and delicate emotions at the same time, powerful treble and firm bass, echoing in the quiet corridor one after another without interruption.

It has been said that the violin is an instrument that resonates with the listener, and it is absolutely true.

Akashi Seijuro was leaning against the music room, looking through the slender glass window on the door at the black-haired girl who was ecstasy in it.

Bach's Chaccone.

He was all too familiar with this piece of music—it was his mother's favorite piece of music when she was alive, and it was also the piece he learned for her.An emotion called "nostalgia" welled up in his heart. He thought of his childhood that was not considered a childhood. It was his mother. His mother was his only pillar at that time, and the only driving force that kept him going.Go, calligraphy, horseback riding, busy schoolwork, all kinds of homework assigned by his strict father, piano, violin. . .Even basketball.

——Everything oppressed him almost to suffocation.

But for his mother, for the mother who smiled so gently at that time, he worked hard to complete everything.

His mother promised him that he would always be with him and watch him grow up. . .But in the end, she broke her promise.

When he was in the fifth grade of elementary school, his mother, who was originally very weak, passed away.

"It's really a warm voice, Wei Young."

He murmured silently, with a look of self-mockery that had nothing to do with the girl.

——Such a warm tone, which I never had back then.

——It can only be performed by a person who really likes music, and it cannot be made up for by any technique. His biggest shortcoming back then.

. . .

"It's still a little bit worse."

Wei Young looked down at the violin in her arms, and let out a soft breath.

Even though she wanted to continue practicing, the gradually darkening sky outside urged her to go home.Carefully putting away the piano, she looked around for the last time, and after confirming that nothing was left behind, she opened the door of the music room——

——"Akashi-kun?"

Surprise appeared on her face, and she called out the name of the boy who obviously came here specially to wait for her.Blinking, Wei Young grinned immediately, "Why are you still in school so late?"

The boy raised his eyes, and the corners of his mouth seemed to rise slightly: "I heard your piano when I came out of the student meeting room." When he said this, his voice suddenly sank: "It's so late, you plan to leave by yourself Go back? Have you forgotten that the law and order is not good now?"

Even though she knew that he was worried and not really angry, Wei Young still lowered her head with some guilt: "Well, when I accidentally didn't pay attention to the time and came back to my senses... I'm sorry."

Akashi was silent for a moment, then turned around and left ahead: "I'll take you back." He said, with a hint of helplessness in his nice voice.

"um. Thank you."

Wei Young followed behind him, hearing his words filled her face with a warm smile; her eyes, which were not too big, narrowed slightly, showing a crescent shape.

"That Bach just now is going to be played at the selection meeting?"

"Ah?" For Akashi's inexplicable question, although Wei Young was puzzled, she still answered: "Yes, it was decided last night." She said, scratching the end of her hair: "Because time is running out, I want to I said that it might be better if it was a song I played before, but no matter how I played it just now, I was a little dissatisfied."

"is it?"

"Maybe it's because I've been concentrating on the piano for a while, so the feel has become a bit rusty. However, as long as I practice a little more, it will be fine... probably."

Hearing what the girl said to himself at the end, Akashi paused when he opened the car door for her.He turned his head, looked at the girl who was deep in thought, took her hand silently, pushed her into the back seat and followed him, and then said: "You are overthinking again, Wei Young." After that, he reported to his exclusive driver After giving an address, he adjusted his posture and leaned back in the seat when the engine started.

. . .

In a blink of an eye, the last month of this school year has passed.

For the third-year seniors who have finally graduated, although they are reluctant, they are still full of blessings and hope that their upcoming future will be a smooth and new beginning.

The music club held a small farewell party on the last day. In the tearful and choked farewell speech, they said goodbye to senior Qiu Ting and his seniors in the same class.

The basketball club didn't have any special programs, Akashi just canceled the training that day, and let those few people spend their time.However, only Dai Qianxun was the main force who really left, and most of the others were members of the second and third armies.Afterwards, Wei Young heard from Akashi that Dai Qianxun had decided to study in Germany.She didn't feel much about this cognition, but simply responded with "Got it".

spring break.

Wei Young locked herself in the room her father had vacated for her early on Saturday morning - until now she has never really used it, and even played the grand piano inside occasionally a few times at noon.It's not that I don't want to use it, but because there is no soundproof wall in this room, so in order not to disturb the neighbors, She Weiyang will try her best to bring the tunes to school to practice.

The Kyoto Symphony Orchestra, also known as the Kyoto Philharmonic Orchestra, is an orchestra with a "long history".It was formed in 1946 by a small group of musicians with the sole purpose of pacifying the hearts of the people traumatized by the Second World War.At that time, the orchestra was only about individuals, and they performed free of charge in various halls that were willing to open to them. From the beginning of obscurity, they slowly began to accumulate fame, until today it is a large orchestra with more than 150 members.

In order to train the younger generation, they set up Junior Orchestra - which is Wei Young's current goal.Different from the orchestras of adults, this youth group will have several retired professional musicians or teachers who will supervise and teach them, and if they are strong enough, they will be recommended to the professional group when one person is full. go.Even so, there are not many performances by the Youth Troupe: three regular performances a year, performances for special celebrations, ensemble, personal demo performances, etc. . .There are too many to count.

Haiyinsi Yoichi was in the living room on the first floor, with his eyes closed, he listened to the continuous sound of the piano coming from upstairs, and sighed in his heart: I haven't heard it for a long time, my daughter's music.Guilt and disappointment in himself slowly devoured his conscience, blaming him for not paying more and trying to understand his daughter better. . .

He also thought of Zhen—the son who worked silently so as not to add to his burden.

These two children of him and Mariko. . .It really made him feel deeply guilty but also deeply comforted.They are all too sensible, neither making trouble nor being coquettish - making his father's career feel no sense of accomplishment at all.

——"I was wrong, Mariko."

. . .

"next day"

"Dad, I'm going out."

After putting on her shoes at the entrance, Wei Young turned her head and said to her father in the house, then opened the door and walked out after receiving a response.

The early spring morning still has a tinge of coldness, not biting, but refreshing and refreshing.The tender greens seem to announce their existence on the various trees neatly juxtaposed on the street. The small young leaves represent the change of seasons, small but full of vitality.

Wei Young took the bus to the city center, chose a seat by the window, and after making sure that the seat where the violin was placed would not fall down due to the vibration, she silently began to appreciate the constantly receding scenery.

Today, we have to refuel.

. . .

"Tokyo, Kuroko's House—"

Hei Zizhe was also eating the poached eggs he had just cooked. Having nothing to do, he casually turned on the TV and watched the morning news.

During the spring break, Coach Aida showed a rare gesture of mercy. With a wave of his hand, he gave all the members of the basketball team a one-week vacation. Some were so excited that they wept bitterly, and some immediately planned how to go on vacation. There are also.

——If I wake up so early, I should be considered a different kind.

He glanced at the clock hanging on the wall, feeling a surge of strange satisfaction.

At this moment, the mobile phone beside him vibrated, and the new text message rang twice.

After unlocking and clicking on the binder, Tetsuya's sky blue eyes scanned the text on the screen line by line, and his eyes widened involuntarily.

——Akashi-kun, are you coming to Tokyo tomorrow? !

『Tetsuya, I will arrive in Tokyo at noon tomorrow.Call that group, and I'll take Shangdon on the way.

By the way, Wei Young will go there with me. 』

It was a very simple text message, but Tetsuya felt that he was in a better mood.

Quickly typed another text message that was no less streamlined than Akashi's, and he sent the message to others in less than 5 minutes.

After another 5 minutes, I also received a reply——

"Is that so?! Little Akashi is going to Tokyo?!! Ah, little Kuroko, can you take me in tonight?! I'm going over from Kanagawa right now!!!"——I can see that it's an indirect convulsion Ryota Kise.

"Zhe Jun actually contacted me, I'm so happy~~~ Got it, Da Da and I will be there on time tomorrow!"——This is undoubtedly Momoi May who has fallen into fantasy.

"Tomorrow's luck is good, so I will reluctantly attend."——This is Shintaro Midorima who is inadvertently arrogant.

Tetsuya replied one by one with a blank face, and bluntly rejected Kise's request; politely thanked Momoi for his "sense of responsibility" to Aomine Daiki; .

The news happened to be on the weather report now—“—tomorrow will be sunny, friends who want to go out should take advantage of this opportunity——”

Zhe also raised the corners of his lips.

This spring break will be very fulfilling.

. . .

"Kyoto, 06:30 p.m., Akashi's mansion—"

"Akashi-kun, I passed the audition.

See you tomorrow at the station.

——Weiyang

The author has something to say: By the way, Akashi's eyes have changed color again. . . ?Sigh~ Never mind, the collective zone or something really has nothing to do with this story! "Quietly" But Akashi has become gentle again. . .Akashi in this article is not actually OOC, right? "Blink innocently, raise your hands and cheer" Ahem, sorry, please ignore me.

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In fact, this chapter should have been updated earlier. . .But I accidentally pressed a wrong key and finally all the texts I typed out disappeared! ! ! "Crying"

[clench fist] I'm going to end this quickly! ! !Sophomore year, here I come! ! ! "I feel like these chapters are dragging the plot too much..."

PS: "This" refers to their life in the first year of high school. It is still too early for this story to end.

☆, spring break ([-])