The Most Beautiful Boy In Tokyo

It's a pity that Chinatsu Moritaka was stuck in front of the web page and she couldn't get in. But this time it was not a technical explosion-proof. The four major consortiums had no means to prevent the explosion of the Tokyo No. 1 Telecommunications Hall.

There are too many people on the page, please try again later.

Squeezed?

After repeating the operation several times, she quickly determined it.

Yes, the influx of a large number of clicks in a short period of time overwhelmed Yuxian Zhisheng’s personal official channel.

This means that every minute and every second, his channel is under pressure that should not be expected at this age. The traffic from sleepless nights all over Japan is going crazy because of that child.

After half an hour of constant refreshing, Moritaka Chinatsu finally managed to squeeze in.

The first video was from the art performance she just watched, but this time there was no explosion-proof means. The video played very smoothly, and other viewers must have had the same experience.

Moritaka Chinatsu was finally able to watch this video with nervous anticipation.

"The song "Original Scenery of My Hometown" at the back is a bit fierce." Chinatsu Moritaka froze in front of the screen. This was her favorite type of music and she couldn't forget it after listening to it once. "Isn't it in the treasury? It was written for him by Qu Daddy. ?”

With strong curiosity, she clicked on the second video, which was also an internal video of Dongda Art Group. In the picture, the boys and girls from Class S were competing in musical instruments, or a piano reproduction competition.

He actually knows the piano?

I just don’t know how to play it.

‘Can play’ and ‘play well’ are two different things.

Then, she saw Yu Xian sitting in front of the beautiful piano like a childish little prince. The sun outside the window was shining, and it was hard to say whose beauty was more gentle.

"Pfft, left hand single shot?!"

Is this a job for people to play?

Then she saw the kid and said, 'This is a warm-up. ’

My sister was in a daze.

Presumably the mother fans who saw this video tonight had the same expression in front of the screen.

Then he looked down, and the more he looked, the more he trembled all over.

Yu Xian sat in front of the piano again and played Takahashi Yu's music.

"You actually managed to reproduce it after listening to it once? That's a T4-level piano piece."

"Wait, why did he sit back again!"

Then, her pupils dilated again.

"No? Four pieces? He is leading the students next to him to arrange this piano piece? Don't play around, the arrangement is not random."

"Holy crap, it's actually been adapted?!"

As a top star in the industry, Chinatsu Moritaka became excited.

"Rhapsody Against the Scales" is a piece written by Mr. Ichiro Kotoya, so it was adapted by you and became yours? And there is nothing wrong with his arrangement. When you close your eyes and listen to it and compare it, you can clearly feel that the music has evolved and the emotions are more intense.

A genius among geniuses, an absolute monster.

Moritaka Chinatsu blinked, feeling that the performance was interesting, and she didn't know what Ichiro's father would think when he saw this little monster.

"Huh? He picked up the violin?"

Moritaka Chinatsu suddenly shouted at the table. This kid can actually play the violin?

Plus the piano, it’s already two instruments.

Ah, no, three of them, if a soda bottle can be considered a musical instrument.

And it’s an original song! ! !

Another piece of music she loved seemed to be playing on her heartstrings, and her heart was in ecstasy.

Who said he can't do anything! ! !

Could it be any more outrageous?

Moritaka Chinatsu watched helplessly as he gave the song to a female student.

Then, he asked everyone to play the cello.

Moritaka Chinatsu's goosebumps surged up.

Want to see it, definitely want to see it.

Please give it to him!

She was screaming in her heart, wishing she could get into the screen and carry the cello over.

no? Are the four major financial groups eating shit?

Is this called knowing nothing? Is this called being lazy and showing off?

Now it seems that he is giving other players a way to survive! ! !

If this was announced at the beginning of the competition, his popularity would probably easily make him into the top fifty, right?

Wait, Chinatsu Moritaka seemed to remember something.

Yes, something is wrong, why didn’t you publicize it in the first place? How about going fishing instead?

Aren't you kidding us? The entire Japanese media is scolding you.

Moritaka Chinatsu frowned, and a terrifying thought emerged in her mind. Could this child have done it on purpose?

With normal publicity, it is absolutely impossible to have an explosion across all channels in Japan tonight.

No one likes to be slapped in the face, especially those who think they are right.

For now, his news has topped the list of searches in Japan. Even Tokyo newspapers have stopped editing newspapers and periodicals. Things in the entertainment industry have actually broken through the original circle and come to the eyes of the entire public. This is a rare occurrence in ten years. .

The harder you press, the higher you fly.

Is this the effect he wants?

She quickly opened the webpage and saw that the stock prices of the four major consortiums were already falling. The official message area was full of curses. In the emergency news, Kobayashi Takarazuka, the chairman of Tokyo Pictures, was defending in front of the camera. The bodyguards beside him The pressure is great, and waves of women are scolding and squeezing in here.

All this chaos is caused by him.

Is he using the media from the four major consortiums?

No, it's impossible, I don't dare to think about it at all.

He was just a child, how could he be so cruel? Playing with the whole of Tokyo?

The cello didn't see it, and the kid fainted from exhaustion.

The moment he fainted, Moritaka Chinatsu's heart skipped a beat.

Don't let anything happen? She thought so.

Wait, if he is really a little scoundrel, why should I worry about him!

But I just couldn't hold it back.

The video ends.

I'm addicted, I can't stop.

There are only a few of his works on the market, but four videos exploded at once, and fans were overjoyed.

She hurriedly opened the next video, which was a short dancing video. In the picture, Yu Xian was swaying her body to the music, laughing and dancing, and then stuck out her tongue cutely at the camera.

Moritaka Chinatsu was dumbfounded. She was born in classical dance and mostly danced ballet before. This is why she likes Flowers, Birds, Wind and Moon. When the girl dances ballet, it's like she is spinning on the top of a person's heart. She doesn't understand hip-hop, but she is still obsessed with watching it. The dance is very powerful and has a strong rhythm. Yu Bao dances very well and with ease. Following the rhythm doesn't feel like dancing, but like playing.

Wait, Yu Bao?

When did the name in your mind change?

Unknowingly, I turned into his shape again?

"He can actually do hip-hop dancing," she said with emotion.

Just looking at these three videos, they are already awesome.

But the news media said that the last video was the king?

"Can it be more outrageous?" Chinatsu Moritaka swallowed nervously.

During the slow loading, the picture appeared in front of her, and she heard a burst of noisy children's noises, followed by a rotating camera. In the snow-white scenery, Yu Xian, a child, was carrying a broken drum and guitar towards Walk to the playground.

No, it is said to be a playground, but it is actually a small circle of land. It is so bare that even the weeds seem to dislike it and are unwilling to grow here.

There were many children of different ages sitting on the iron shelves in the playground. Their faces were yellow and their eyes were timid. They quickly lowered their heads in front of the camera. Those who were brave enough screamed strangely in front of the camera, and then He blushed and ran away quickly.

Where is this? What are they going to do?

Moritaka Chinatsu stared at the children on the screen, as well as Yu Xian, who was playing musical instruments on the stage. At this time, Yu Bao was not very old yet. He was thin and skinny, like a little chicken, with a smile on his face. With a sunny smile, he looked at the children in the audience, as if the tenderness of the world had melted into his eyes.

She finally realized where she was, because the camera had just panned over the sign of the orphanage. In the heavy snow, the woman holding the camera said that the New Year Festival had begun, and every child who performed on stage would be given bread.

Immediately afterwards, Yuxian Zhisheng walked up and started to perform seriously. After the broken guitar, there were drums made of iron sheets, as well as simple bamboo flutes, and pianos. Breads were handed into his hands one by one. He walked off the stage and handed the bread to the other children.

He was not the oldest of the group of children.

But he acted like the master of this poor family.

Every ordinary child on the street can hold the hands of their parents and run around happily.

But this is not possible for these children. They are all homeless.

You only have one life, and you can never look back. What you don't have is gone, and you can never get it again. You can only stand in an empty place, wide-eyed, and look at it at a loss.

Yuxian is also one of them.

He is also a man without a home.

The childish Yu Xian in the picture is dirty with sweat and dust. If it weren't for those moving eyes, you might not be able to recognize him at first glance.

On the snow-white playground, he has been performing hard without stopping. The performance was not outstanding, because the instruments were very simple, but the children in the audience listened with gusto, and their sallow faces smiled, extremely clear.

Happiness, for them, turns out to be such a simple thing.

If you have food to eat and performances to watch, you will feel that life is so interesting.

According to surveys, when children in orphanages grow up and enter society, the suicide rate reaches 50%. Because of discrimination in school and unfair treatment in society, their lives have been gloomy from childhood to adulthood.

No one loves them.

Even though they are human beings.

The same goes for Yu Xian's childishness.

It’s just that he chose to stand up and give love to others.

In fact, he was even worse. He had lived two lives and never knew what it was like to have a family. If it weren't for Xuezi, he would still be standing on that dilapidated stage at this year's New Year Festival, singing only for the children who were as pitiful as him.

...

The video ends, and her tear-stained cheeks are reflected on the black screen.

Moritaka Chinatsu was silent.

This is not a king bomb. It can no longer be described as a king bomb. This is an earthquake in the entertainment industry.

How could there be such a child in the world?

The fate of the Tokyo Daily shows that the impact will spread across the country.

His mom fans will absolutely go crazy when they see these videos.

The love this child has lost will be compensated thousands of times. They were already so deeply in love before these videos were released, and it is hard to imagine how they will look after watching them.

It starts with appearance, focuses on talent, and is loyal to character.

Can such a person appear in the entertainment industry in hundreds of years?

I am lucky to have met him in this life.

Chinatsu Moritaka looked up at the ceiling and realized that the entertainment industry was about to change.

"Wait! My venue! My venue!" It was already one o'clock in the morning, but Chinatsu Moritaka didn't feel sleepy at all. She suddenly got up from her chair, picked up the phone and made a call.

Nagasawa Yumei went to bed early. If she didn't know the news yet, she would have changed the venue at all costs so that she could go see Yu Bao.

On the other hand, the ratings of the New National Theater will definitely explode tomorrow!

To her surprise, the call was connected, but the next sentence made her feel as if she had fallen into an ice cellar.

"Chinatsu-chan is here to change back to the venue, right?" There was nothing unusual about Nagasawa Yumi's tone, but it was this calmness that was scary.

"You've seen it all." Moritaka Chinatsu's throat tightened.

"Yes, I have read them all." Nagasawa Yumei said.

"Then, can you."

"My spot was taken away by someone else. Just five minutes before you called, the TV station informed me."

Moritaka Chinatsu's eyes widened. With Nagazawa Yumi's current momentum, if she could snatch the spot from her, the other party would definitely be a giant. But at this time, the TV station could actually notify the replacement in person. That would be more than just a giant. It's so simple.

"who is it?"

"Mrs. Dansheng, she specified that she wanted to go to the venue where Yu Bao is."

"Mrs. Dansei?" Chinatsu Moritaka called out, "Isn't she on vacation in New Zealand?"

"Yeah, so she chartered a flight back tonight."

New Zealand is 8,841 kilometers from Tokyo, with an average one-way time of 11 hours. If you leave now, you will arrive at Tokyo Haneda International Airport at noon tomorrow.

It's incredible.

That's the top word mom in the entertainment industry.

Mrs. Dansheng is Ci Ma’s pen name in the cultural world. In addition to Ci Ma, she is also a well-known genius writer and screenwriter in the industry. She is also a lazy dog ​​who will never write if she can. Useless.

It stands to reason that Mrs. Tansei participated in this year's Japan's highest literary award. She was very happy when she learned that her work had entered the final review. She ran to New Zealand overnight to see Fireflies on Waimoto, saying that she could start the show this year, and if she entered the semi-finals, she would win!

This should be a temporary decision.

It means that Mrs. Dansheng has finished watching Yuxian Zhisheng’s video.

Maybe before, she just thought this child was interesting.

But this time, she probably has to protect herself from addiction.

Ci’s mother came all the way back just to watch Yu Xian’s childish birth?

Moritaka Chinatsu fell into a chair, feeling dizzy.

...

On the day of the performance, the weather turned from light rain to sunny.

The gentle drizzle in the early morning enveloped Tokyo endlessly. High-rise buildings were hidden in the drizzle. The traffic lights on the streets were flashing continuously. People walked around holding umbrellas.

"Xuezi, please hug me." Yu Xian said naively.

"Okay." Miyamoto Yukiko came over, knelt down and held him in her arms. The fragrance of her hair and body were still the same, so long that it seemed that they would not change after a thousand years. The plain white dress on her body was still the same. , like flowers on the snow-capped mountains.

"Xuezi, I miss you so much. I miss you every day."

"Me too, I miss you too."

"Xuezi, I want to be with you forever."

"I want, too."

"Xuezi, in the future, I want to be buried with you."

"Buried together?"

"Yeah, when I think about it, I'm not even afraid of death anymore."

The hug felt warm and he smiled happily.

He slowly opened his eyes, and the eight o'clock sun shone in his eyes. Everything outside the window was growing as the earth heated up, and the empty wind blew into his heart along the tips of his hair.