At 3 a.m., the landmines in front of the station

It’s hard to say Hayasaka.

All I can think of

Only one—

That is "Ms. Su's son".

"Forget it, let's just destroy it."

"In the entire Tianhai region, there are probably so many women coveting that even the Thousand-Armed Guanyin couldn't count them all, right?"

Hayasaka shook his head.

He thought to himself.

……

-

The next day.

In the morning,

The "Seven Colors" band is about to have a full rehearsal.

The address is in the largest rehearsal room at Grammy Music Studio, and the time is set for 10 a.m. We will block the door to enter.

"My God, can the equipment in this crappy place even be used? Look, the spider webs in the corner are almost hanging down to the mixing console."

"...Senior, this place is cheap, so let's not be picky. It definitely can't compare to your acoustically heated, air-conditioned, grand piano room."

Lin Xiao sat on the drum stool, comforting her senior who was feeling uncomfortable.

The rehearsal room, priced at 120 per hour, doesn't even have a sound-absorbing carpet.

All the speakers are ridden by thousands of people.

It was covered in dust.

No one has cleaned or maintained it yet.

The music stand was incomplete, and the peripheral parts were missing. In particular, the keyboard was an electric piano that cost more than 2000 yuan. I had to bring the electronic synthesizer over myself in order to barely get started in the acoustically undesigned sound field.

"Okay, my junior said he knows the owner here. Could it be that bald guy outside who doesn't look very capable?"

Yu tide took out a wet wipe and carefully wiped the chair she was about to sit on.

"Yes, it's me, it's me."

Because the door wasn't closed, Mr. Yang, who was passing by carrying equipment, poked his bald head out and greeted the two girls who had arrived earlier inside with a grin:

"I'm just a bald boss with no real skills. My surname is Yang. Please take care of me, you two kids."

"..."

Caught talking badly about someone to their face, Yu tide felt quite embarrassed, but fortunately Lin Xiao was already used to it and cheerfully changed the subject:

"Teacher Yang, when did you meet Su Che?"

When it comes to gossip, Xiaoxiao is a professional.

She can switch to intelligence-gathering mode anytime, anywhere, as long as there is gossip.

This topic naturally caught Yu tide's attention, and she pretended to wipe the zither while secretly eavesdropping.

"Little Su? Oh dear, that's quite early."

Mr. Yang pushed the door open a little more, a look of reminiscence on his face, and said:

"We've known each other since he came here to study at university."

After all, there aren't many other music stores nearby. Rent is expensive in the city center; the other stores either couldn't afford the rent and went out of business, or they charged too high prices and didn't have enough students, so they couldn't stay in business.

"And what about your side?"

"Haha, this shop was rented out for me by my old man. My ancestors were from Beijing, not from Tianhai."

"Oh my, I didn't realize..."

"Yes, my dad works as a security guard in a residential area and also does fortune telling on the side. He makes 2 yuan per divination, which is quite a lot of money in a year. So I took over this shop. Now it's my own place. Even if I only charge 100 yuan per class, I can still make a living."

The bald man touched his forehead and said optimistically.

"I see…"

"Oh right, speaking of Xiao Su, he's quite an interesting person."

Teacher Yang pointed to the small classroom next door, "See that little music room? That's where he always comes to practice. If you want to sit in the chair he used to sit in, just remember it's the black folding chair at the very back."

At this point, both women silently memorized this information.

Teacher Yang continued:

"The first time he came, I asked him how long he had been playing the piano. He was embarrassed to say, so I thought he was a beginner and didn't ask any further. I just decided to eavesdrop for a few seconds at the door to see how good he was."

"Who knew, the moment he started playing, wow, he was really good! I mean, he must have been at least 10 years old."

Then I asked him if he wanted to be a part-time teacher, but he refused.

"Back then, he was particularly aloof, the kind of cool guy who would carry his guitar and effects pedal amp on his back and just go, coming and going like the wind. He was just like that legendary figure from back then, with a bit of his style."

"Then I stopped insisting, until he came over very frequently to practice his instrument like crazy."

So I asked him again, "Why don't you practice at home? Why do you have to come here and pay money to practice?"

He said it was inconvenient at home, so he didn't dare to turn the volume up high for fear of disturbing the neighbors, and he also couldn't use a tube box because it wasn't transparent.

“I understood immediately. I said, ‘Do you have some kind of practice quota? You seem to practice more intensely than many music conservatory students. Are you planning to play in a band?’”

Xiao Su said no, he plays the piano just to play the piano, he has been like this since he was a child, because his family plays, so he plays too;

As I grew up, not wanting my childhood practice to have been in vain, I had no choice but to continue playing, maintaining a stable level of skill.

"To be honest, when I heard that, I felt really bad."

"I feel a bit heartbroken, I don't know if you can understand. I think Xiao Su has never gained any sense of accomplishment from playing the piano."

"... "

"..."

"He practiced the piano to the point of full combo, to perfection, to the point where his solos were flawless and smooth, and he never laughed. He never laughed at all."

Teacher Yang sighed, "This is completely opposite to a certain genius I once met."

"That man, when he picks up his instrument, is truly enjoying the music. The notes flowing from his fingertips are fluid and graceful, joyful, lively, and inspired. The instrument in his hands also admires him, willing to burn itself for him at any moment."

"And Xiao Su..."

"—Picking up the violin feels like being in prison."

"Sitting in prison, I became the prison warden, the strongest person in the prison... That's the feeling Xiao Su gave me."

Speaking of which,

The conversation abruptly ended.

An untimely rustling sound came from outside the door.

"Oh dear... someone's here. I'll get back to work now, you guys chat."

Old Yang shook his head, sighed heavily, and turned to leave.

Yu tide and Lin Xiao were left in the room, exchanging a glance, their feelings extremely complicated.

"This really is... a secret."

"Yes, senior. I did notice that Su Che wasn't happy when he played the piano."

"Ah."

"Everything he played was perfect, everything was correct, but...but..."

"Even when he amazed the audience at Tianlai Livehouse, he didn't feel any sense of accomplishment or show any satisfaction."

"He was even in great pain."

He seems to have very complex thoughts that I haven't yet uncovered, while we've all been focused on taking. Perhaps this was a mistake from the very beginning.

Yu tide pondered and considered the matter.

It seems that all of the junior's motivations revolve around one thing.

This incident actually made him willing to do everything he could to help him put together the band and devote all his energy to managing it until everyone got what they wanted and fulfilled their wishes.

but.

The first point in the "Mu Lu" states that—

"When you want to have a child with someone, the first thing you should do is not to think about how to drug and imprison them, but to figure out their needs."

Yu tide's eyes narrowed slightly as she gradually came to understand the deeper meaning of those words.

"If the junior isn't happy when he's playing with us, then we should find a way to make him happier than he expected."

"After all, everyone has emotions and desires. My junior isn't a performance machine, so he also has desires that we might not normally be able to perceive."

"Find it, and fill it in, why not give it a try?"

……

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June End Summary

The author took 0 days off this month (out of a total of 30 days).

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