Their restricted abilities are refreshed every week.

"I like it very much." Lenai took out a candy and fed it to Shirakawa Haru's mouth, "Thank you for putting the collar on me."

"Very sweet." Shirakawa Haru ate Lenai's candy, which was a piece of malt sugar with a strong malt aroma and a good taste, but it was a bit sticky.

The musical score, with the contribution of every member, was finally completed.

In addition, the band girls and Haru Shirakawa also officially decided on the name of the band.

The band’s signature at the bottom of the sheet music is: MYGO!!!!!!

Chapter 4.6: Turning Tears into Poems (k)

Although Shirakawa Haru and Shiina Tatsuki completed the music, how to write the lyrics became a big problem.

Takamatsu Deng scratched his shoulder-length hair and looked at Shirakawa Haru in distress.

She now felt as if her head was soaked in ice water, empty, unable to think of anything and unable to concentrate even a little bit.

After finishing the composition, Chihaya Aine and the others left one after another.

Lenai originally wanted to stay in the rehearsal room, but she was so sleepy that she couldn't even open her eyes. Before she fell asleep completely, Shirakawa Haru asked her to turn on her cell phone and contact her family to pick her up.

Then Shirakawa Haru was a little surprised. It turned out that Lenai didn't know how to use a phone at all! There were more than 600 unread messages on her chat app. He shook Lenai's body to wake her up, and Lenai dazedly said that she had read the messages.

She fell asleep before her family took her away, breathing evenly.

Shirakawa Haru took off his coat and wrapped Lenai in it. Looking at Lenai leaning on him, he wondered whether he should buy a few bigger coats in the future.

Lenai seemed to like his coat very much. When she was wrapped in the coat, she would make a very subtle purring sound, just like a real cat. Shirakawa Haru tried to touch her head and found that Lenai would also give him feedback in her sleep, rubbing her head against his hand.

He could feel that after putting the "collar" on Lenai, the relationship between the child and him became closer.

Finally, the RING staff knocked on the door of the rehearsal room and took Le Na away. When she entered, she stared at Shirakawa Haru with a surprised look, but soon she was relieved, showing a matter-of-fact expression, and said to Shirakawa Haru in a very serious tone, thank you for taking in Le Na.

At 11 o'clock in the evening, there were only Shirakawa Haru and Takamatsu Deng in the rehearsal room.

"Qing..." Gao Songdeng looked at the music sheet on the table with a depressed look, "I can't write the lyrics. I've forgotten everything. I have so many, many, many emotions in my heart, but why can't I..."

"Give me an analogy?" Shirakawa Haru was curious about how Takamatsu Deng would describe her own condition.

"Hmm... There's so much stuff surging in my chest, swelling so much it feels like it's about to burst... like a soap bubble that could be punctured by flames..." Takamatsu Deng used two very strange words to describe his emotions. "It's so uncomfortable... I can't let it out."

She clutched the music score, and obvious wrinkles appeared on it.

"The moon is very nice today. If you're not in a hurry to go home, would you like to take a walk with me outside?" Shirakawa Haru pulled open the screen window of the rehearsal room.

The moonlight shines through the window, casting white frost on the ground.

"Well... okay..." Takamatsu Deng lowered her head. When Shirakawa Haru sent her an invitation, her heart was pounding with excitement. She wondered if this was an illusion, a psychedelic illusion brought about by the accumulation of emotions in her chest, but she was wrong. She put her hand on her chest, and her heart was indeed beating tirelessly and rapidly.

"Let's go." Shirakawa Haru packed up the things in the rehearsal room and took Takamatsu Deng to the counter to check out, but the staff told him that someone had already paid for him.

The payment method for the rehearsal room at RING is similar to that for hourly rooms. When you check out, you pay according to the length of time you use the room. The longer you stay, the more you pay.

Today, a group of girls rented a rehearsal room for training early in the morning, and Shirakawa Haru only checked out now.

They used the rehearsal room for most of the day, and the rental expenses were not small.

"Excuse me, could you please tell me who pays my rent?" Shirakawa Haru once developed extraordinary communication skills. He can quickly switch his expression and tone according to the preferences of the other party.

People who have communicated with him often tell others that talking to Shirakawa Haru is like being bathed in a spring breeze.

"Sorry, I can't disclose the customer's information." The staff answered directly.

"I'm sorry for being abrupt." Baichuan Qing looked at the staff member's face and realized that the staff member had no intention of answering his question at all.

The phone in his pocket suddenly lit up with a soft white light. Shirakawa Haru turned on the screensaver and found that Lenai had clicked on his avatar several times in the group chat and sent him a sleepy selfie.

Before Lenae was taken away, Shirakawa Haru briefly taught Lenae how to use a cell phone.

Shirakawa Haru sent Lenai a few photos of matcha parfait, and Lenai responded with another selfie.

Shirakawa Haru saw that the other party was typing on the phone, but after waiting for a while, no message came, and he thought that Lenai must have fallen asleep.

Walking out of the LiveHouse, Takamatsu Deng followed Shirakawa Haru docilely like a fledgling.

The night wind hid in the twilight, gently lifting the hems of the two people's clothes.

Shirakawa Haru walked against the pouring moonlight, and a slender black shadow was left behind him.

Takamatsu Deng felt a little bored. She sneakily stepped on Shirakawa Haru's shadow, with a childlike pure joy flashing in her eyes.

"Deng, you're coming home so late, will your parents say anything to you?" Shirakawa Haru turned around at an intersection, picked up a small flower that had been blown down from the flowerbed and threw it towards Gao Songdeng. "If you're going to get scolded, you'd better go home early."

"No, it won't. I've told my mother." Gao Songdeng hurriedly caught the flower that Shirakawa Haru threw to her. It was a small aster, like a chrysanthemum and a lotus, only as big as her fingernail.

Gao Songdeng held the flower carefully in his hand and put his other palm in front of his chest to prevent the flower from being blown away by the night wind.

"Did your mother say anything?" Baichuan Qing asked.

"No, I'm very good. Mom told me to come back early." Gao Songdeng picked up a stone from the flowerbed, wrapped it in a tissue and put it in her handbag. "Qing... where are we going?"

"We'll be there soon," he said.

"I'm not in a hurry, I just want to ask." Gao Songdeng lowered his head.

"I know."

Shirakawa Haru slowed down his pace, while Takamatsu Deng followed silently beside him. Before they knew it, their figures had quietly merged, moving forward together in tacit understanding. The sidewalks on both sides of the bridge were a bit narrow. Shirakawa Haru walked on the outside, while Takamatsu Deng leaned against the guardrail. Whenever a car approached their side, he would, with a certain undeniable tenderness, pull Takamatsu Deng steadily inward and say caringly, "Deng, be careful, there's a car coming."

"Ah! Um..." Gao Songdeng clenched her fists. The delicate aster flower had long been soaked by the sweat oozing from her palms. She rubbed her shoulders and could not see the slight redness in her ears. She thought that she seemed to have turned into an illusory mist under the moonlight.

The deep night when all is silent is like a piece of deep and boundless black silk, gently holding the whole world in its arms. All the mystery and passion are like the bright dark patterns hidden between the folds of silk, quietly and silently spreading and unfolding slowly in the night.

The atmosphere in the middle of the night is mysterious and will bring unpredictable revelations. The silence in the middle of the night is also mysterious. Perhaps a bird will fly across the sky in the next second. The face of your companion hidden in the darkness in the middle of the night is the most mysterious. On that face where you can't see anything clearly, you will find how your eyes depict the desires hidden in your heart.

"We're here... Let's just walk here for now." Shirakawa Haru stopped.

Gao Songdeng widened her eyes, stood beside Shirakawa Haru, turned her head to watch the silver moon casting moonlight bit by bit, the dark river surface turned grayish white, and then the river surface became brighter and more transparent, so she knew that there was a silver moon hidden in every wave and ripple on the river surface. These shaking moons were like fragments in a kaleidoscope, they fit together, hugged each other, kissed each other, held hands and sang, outlining a night of endless glow.

Her eyes were both moving and difficult to understand. He stared intently and could see the reflection of the silver moon in Gao Songdeng's gorgeous eyes.

As the night deepened, the lights in the city grew dimmer, while the river beneath their feet became increasingly dazzling.

"So beautiful..." Gao Songdeng closed her eyes, twitching her nose. She stretched out her tongue and licked the corner of her lips. The soft tip of her tongue felt cold, and she shuddered subconsciously, "Cold..."

"It's almost autumn." Shirakawa Haru took off her clothes and covered Takamatsu Deng with them. Takamatsu Deng opened his eyes and looked at the thin figure beside him.

"Qing, aren't you cold?" Gao Songdeng said timidly, "If you are cold, tell me."

"It's okay." Baichuan Qing leaned on the railing, feeling the damp air blowing towards him, "If I say I'm cold, what are you going to do? Give my clothes back to me? Then I will definitely say I'm not cold." A faint smile appeared on his face.

"If, if you feel cold, I, I will..." Takamatsu Deng muttered. Shirakawa Haru was standing beside her. His laughter and breathing were so clear in her ears, but she didn't know why he felt so far away. Even if she tried her best, she couldn't touch him, like a star in the sky. She wanted to chase after a distant star, "Just... My chest hurts so much!"

"Don't be like this. If you feel bad, I feel bad too." Shirakawa Haru said. He was frightened by Gao Songdeng's sudden cry of grief.

"I just... I just..." Gao Songdeng held the aster in one hand and wiped the tears from the corner of his eyes with the other hand, "Qing, you brought me out to play... I really don't want to cry, but I can't stop crying."

"Don't cry, don't cry." Shirakawa Haru hugged Takamatsu Deng through his thick coat, "Your 'lifelong' friend is right here."

Shirakawa Haru held Takamatsu Deng for a long time. He didn't know what was wrong with her, nor did he know how to comfort her. He was at a loss when a girl cried; he wasn't good at dealing with such things. If she were a child, he would take her for a stroll in the mall or play dance machine in the arcade, but Takamatsu Deng was no longer a child. She was in high school like him, and she was delicate and sensitive, like a hedgehog, a star that fell from the universe to Earth, and occasionally a whale floating above the city.

"Qing, I'm sorry to bother you." Gao Songdeng held the aster flower in her hands. Her eyes were red and swollen from crying. "I sometimes cry uncontrollably, and I often scared others when I was a child."

"Does your chest still hurt?" Bai Chuanqing asked with concern, "I don't care about others, but I like you very much."

"Really?" Takamatsu Deng's face was full of doubt. Before Shirakawa Haru, no one had ever said to him so positively and directly, "I like you."

"Really." Baichuan Qing's tone was serious.

"How much do you like me?" she asked.

"Like liking a bear in spring," said Shirakawa Haru.

"A bear in spring?" Gao Songdeng's cheeks burned with the flames of the moon, and her plump eyes were bright, clear, moist, and sparkling... possessing all the elements of all the beautiful things in the world. She looked up, "What bear in spring?"

"You are walking alone in a spring field, and a cute little bear comes towards you. Its fur is as soft as velvet and its eyes are big and round. It says to you, 'Hello, Deng, do you want to roll around with me?' Then you hug the little bear, roll down the clover-covered hillside, and you hug each other all day long," said Shirakawa Haru.

"Hmm, hmm...Qing must like me very much." Gao Songdeng blinked and looked at the moon in the distance.

She raised the corners of her lips and used her fingers to confirm the curvature. The juice of the aster flower fell on the corners of her lips, making the young girl look very charming.

"Qing, stretch out your hand." Gao Songdeng said, her eyes became dull, but in fact it was not dull, but infinite purity and clarity.

If you feel cold, I will hold your hand. Takamatsu Deng understood that he was crying because he couldn't express his true feelings. Not being able to write lyrics only made his chest feel uncomfortable, but not being able to tell Shirakawa Haru about his feelings made his chest ache.

Will Qing feel that my hands are hot...

Takamatsu Deng grabbed the hand that Shirakawa Haru extended.

At this moment, she clearly felt the difference in body temperature between herself and Shirakawa Haru.

She originally thought that her hands were cold and Shirakawa Haru's hands would be warm.

But the fact is just the opposite. Shirakawa Haru's hands are not warm, but rather like a piece of jade, and feel cold to the touch.

Takamatsu Deng wanted to warm Shirakawa Haru's hands, but her own hands were sweating. The sweat mixed with the juice of the aster flowers and became increasingly sticky. The petals and stamens of the aster flowers also shattered in her palms and turned into residue.

She carefully prepared to pull her hand away, worried that Shirakawa Haru would not like her hand, which was rough to the touch due to all the residue.

But Shirakawa Haru held Takamatsu Deng's hand tightly to prevent him from escaping, and any hesitant expression she showed was met with a gentle smile.

Takamatsu Deng no longer hesitated. She let go of Shirakawa Qing's hand, put on his coat, and then hugged him in front of Shirakawa Qing's surprised gaze. She put her head on his chest, closed her eyes, and gently told her heart not to beat too fast.

"Qing, let me hold you for a while," she said.

"Okay." Baichuan Qing changed the subject abruptly, "Should we go take a look downstairs later?"

The water in the river under their feet was not flowing fast and was not deep. The areas near the banks were covered with pebbles. This was why Shirakawa Haru brought Takamatsu Deng here. He knew that she liked to collect stones. There were many interesting stones here and she would be happy.

"Hmm..." Takamatsu Deng slowly let go of her arms, but she insisted on holding hands with Shirakawa Haru.

The sound of the river was so close that it seemed to be flowing beside his ears. Shirakawa Haru looked at Takamatsu Deng who was not far away. Takamatsu Deng was squatting on the pebble beach, moving stones over and over again, picking up a few of them and putting them into his bag.

After watching Takamatsu Deng play alone for a while, Shirakawa Haru walked over to her, turned on the flashlight function on her mobile phone, and helped her illuminate a small area.

Shirakawa Haru followed Takamatsu Tou and walked slowly on the pebble beach next to the river.

When Gao Songdeng finds a spider, she says, "Mr. Spider, excuse me for disturbing you," and puts the stone back. Sometimes she uses water plants to play with small fish and shrimp.

The man and woman walked aimlessly along the river bank under the moonlight.

"Haru... my chest doesn't feel swollen or uncomfortable anymore." Takamatsu Deng stood up and patted her skirt. Shirakawa Haru saw that it was covered in handprints and dirty stains of sand.

"Have you figured out how to write the lyrics?" Shirakawa Haru applauded. "If you can't figure out how to write the lyrics, then just write a poem."

"Poem?" Gao Songdeng took out the music score from his bag.

"Yes, writing poetry. After all, singing poetry is a song. I remember you, Deng, quite like writing poetry, right?" Baichuan Qing thought for a moment, "How can I compare you to summer? You are more lovely and gentle than it. The strong wind destroys the beloved stamens of May, and the lease of summer is too short..."

"This is the poem," Shirakawa Haru said. "...This poem will live forever, granting you a long life."

"I... I can write poetry!" Gao Songdeng nodded vigorously.

"Okay, it's about time for us to go back now." Baichuan Qing said, pointing to the time on his phone.

Chapter 4.3: What is our relationship? (k)

"Just send it here... that's enough." Gao Songdeng looked up from the footpath bridge. From this vantage point, she could see that the lights in her living room were still on. "A little further on, it's my home."

"I'd better just take you to your house. It's not far away anyway." Shirakawa Haru leaned on the railing of the pedestrian bridge.

He really likes the feeling of leaning over things like railings.

There is nothing in front of me. I feel unrestrained, light, and especially free.

"Qing, are you a little tired?" Takamatsu Deng imitated Shirakawa Haru and leaned on the railing.

She took out a pebble from her bag and examined it carefully in the light pouring in from the residential buildings on both sides of the footpath bridge.

"Do you want to hear the truth?" Shirakawa Haru glanced at Gao Songdeng with a smile, "Or do you want to hear a lie?"

"I..." Takamatsu Deng didn't know how to answer. She wanted to hear the truth, but she also wanted to hear a lie. She also hoped that after hearing the truth or a lie, Shirakawa Haru would not tell her another answer.

"I don't feel tired when I'm with you." Baichuan Qing turned around and leaned against the railing. "How can anyone feel tired when hanging out with their friends? If there is, they're definitely not true friends."

"Qing, thank you. I am very happy today." Gao Songdeng stared at Shirakawa Haru's face. His facial features were delicate, and his eyes were deep and soft. She had seen this type of eyes in fashion magazines. Those people called them "fox eyes". The eyes seemed to contain thousands of words, charming, lazy, with a unique temperament and mysterious attraction. "Your eyes are so beautiful..." She tried to read something from Shirakawa Haru's eyes, but failed. As soon as she stared at Shirakawa Haru's eyes, her heart was completely attracted before she could see anything. She was completely immersed in it, as if falling into the sea shining with sunshine, surrounded by jellyfish, turtles and swimming fish, and she was slowly falling.

"Your eyes are beautiful, too." Shirakawa Haru reminded Takamatsu Deng of the phone that kept vibrating in her skirt pocket. "Your family must have called you again, Deng. You need to go back quickly and don't worry your parents too much. Look, the lights in your living room are still on. Your parents must be so worried they can't sleep."

"Oh..." Gao Songdeng lowered her head and remained silent for a while. Shirakawa Haru looked at her, the ringing of her cell phone deafening in this quiet moment. She said, "Qing, lower your head, okay? And then close your eyes."

"Hmm? What do you want to do to me? Do you want to give me a surprise, like making a wish on your birthday?" Shirakawa Haru's gaze slowly swept across Takamatsu Deng's face, finally falling on the shadow on her jaw.

In fact, he was also a little curious about what Takamatsu Deng would do to him.