[Greetings omitted.]

This letter, let's call it a letter, was written by borrowing pen and paper from the shopkeeper. Whether it's writing a letter to a girl or to someone close to me, it's the first time I've written.

First, you don't want to talk to me, and I'm afraid that you will cry. It's not that I'm afraid that you will cry and attract the attention of others, but the way you cry is not good-looking, and I regret it very much when I think about it later, and I will definitely blame me.

Second, as you know, when I didn't have a script, I was really not a person who could speak, and I had to write a letter to convey to you exactly what I wanted to say.

It's been exactly three months since Halloween in 2014, and we haven't seen each other for a whole winter. But it doesn't seem necessary anymore. - You don't look in good spirits.

Let's talk about "what I want to convey to you".

When we first met, on an April day, you were wearing a long white dress, with delicate collarbones, and your eyebrows were full of grace; The second time we met, it was during the interview at YM Office, a short skirt, a thin waist, throat lozenges, and a beautiful woman.

Seeing this, do you think I want to say something nice? Wrong.

Actually, I'm pretty much the same, and I don't recall the scene anymore. It's just that when I see you today, I can't help but think of the scene at that time.

I'm standing at the manager's counter now, looking at you leisurely without worrying about misunderstanding through the glass screen with chrysanthemums printed on it.

Two curved eyebrows, like frowning but not frowning; A pair of eyes, like joy but not joy.

The figure is delicate, the clothes are wide, and the complexion is sickly red.

His eyes were shining, and he didn't know if it was the reflection of the wine or the tears; His lips were slightly open, panting slightly.

Every move is like a wilted hydrangea at the end of August.

All over the body, only the short hair that has just been cut looks good.

Seeing you like this, how can you not think of the scene when we first met.

Why did you become like this? Both of us knew it in our hearts.

At this point, I wanted to write something to comfort you and make you better, but after thinking about it left and right, I didn't know what to say.

I read a lot of books about pleasing girls, but I don't want to write about it, and I don't want to write it.

What to do? So far, the only way to do this is to tell the truth, and write what you think in your heart.

I still can't take responsibility.

Don't rub the letter, it's a hassle to read it.

I really can't take responsibility, because I'm an extremely boring person, and I feel that finding a girlfriend is a very troublesome thing, so I don't want to put too much thought into finding a girlfriend.

Why don't you put a lot of thought into it? Naturally, it's just one person and all the way to the end.

And Sakura Suzune is obviously not good, happy, and calls me Murakami; If you are unhappy, you are a perverted scum; He is very unreasonable, and likes to cause me trouble.

You know I'm a man who hates trouble.

Seeing this, you must be thinking in your heart: If I didn't like you, would you think I would trouble you? If I don't like you, you can see how polite I am to you. Murakami, you don't understand a girl's heart too much.

I understand, and that's why it's hard for me to hate and reject you.

Of course, your delicate beauty, beautifully shaped and full mountains, and straight and slender legs are also hard to refuse. On the contrary, I have no interest in what you often say about Chiyoda Villa.

After rejecting you, at first I thought about it, and then I kept hearing from you, and I also began to miss you, and even doubted that I liked you.

It's really hard to tell the difference between good feelings and love, but as long as I think about it and spend my whole life with such a troublesome Sakura, I can clearly know that this is good feelings, not love.

These are the words of my heart, but if any sentence is false, sink me to the Edogawa River.

I have no intention of making any excuses for myself.

Right now, spring is back on the ground, the cherry blossoms in the atrium are about to bloom, and the last semester of Au Sauce High School is about to begin. In this season, it's a pity not to see Suzune Sakura. So, when are you coming back?

Wa-chan really wants to see you, Nakano has a lot of things to say to you, Higashiyama wants to hang out with you, and Murakami, I, are sitting across from you right now. So, when are you coming back?

Didn't you say yes? Spring is coming back. 】

After reading it, Suzune Sakura moved her head up slightly and pillowed her eyes on her arms.

After a while, tears flowed from his eyes, and tears wet his sleeves, and tears spread, and then the moistness spread to the sides of his eyes.

……

Yu Murakami didn't know if Suzune Sakura had read the letter, and if he read it, what he thought in his heart.

He drinks in small sips and occasionally eats some food, and no one else asks or takes the initiative to speak.

"Murakami-san, congratulations." Saori Hayami greeted him with a wine glass.

"Thank you."

Ryota Osaka asked curiously, "Murakami-san, why didn't I see you during the audition?" ”

"That's right, before I auditioned, in order to see who the opponents were, I went to see the audition list, and I didn't see Murakami-san's name." Kaji said.

"When Hitoshi Akita recommended me, I went straight to the third round of auditions, so I wasn't on the list."

"I didn't see you in the third round of auditions."

"I had something to do that day, I was late, and by the time I arrived, you were all over."

"Oh, that's right."

"Hmm."

At this time, everyone was almost drunk, and some proposed to let people sing and perform on stage, and some proposed to play the game of "who is the king}", all kinds of things, and it was very noisy.

Finally, Naoji Shinkawa said that "April is Your Lies" is a love story of violin and piano, and the singing and acting are the most appropriate for the occasion, plus there are musical instruments in the store.

So, it was decided that it was the most common and popular singing performance.

"Taneda-san, could you please be the first to perform as a heroine?"

"Okay."

When Risa Taneda was about to sing on stage, the men naturally began to applaud enthusiastically, and there were even voices of support.

Saori Hayami glanced around, only Yu Murakami was drinking sake with his head down, oblivious to what was happening in the outside world.

"Murakami-san, what's wrong, not interested or not feeling well?"

"The wine is delicious."

"Murakami-san, you're really peculiar." Saori Hayami couldn't help but laugh, then looked at the men who were excited under the singing of Risa Taneda, and asked, "Murakami-san, what do you think of men and women?" ”

"It's all good."

"What about men and women?"

"Huh?"

"Look," Saori Hayami pointed to the sage of Taneda who was singing and dancing on the stage, "When you make a toast, let you go up, and when you perform, it's farming." ”

"I don't really understand what you mean."

"The toast is very important, let the actor play; It's not important to perform these, and even, well, that's it, let the heroine play. ”

Yu Murakami understood what Saori meant by Hayami.

"It's just a subconscious belief that women are better at singing and dancing than men."

Saori Hayami looked at Yu Murakami, "You're really good at talking." ”

"Tell you the truth."

The two no longer discuss such profound issues, she concentrates on listening to songs and dancing, and Yu Murakami drinking.

After a while, Taneda Risa sang a song, and Naoji Shinkawa shouted to this side: "Murakami, I heard that the last time you attended a party, you sang to compare the ferry voyage, come up and sing one~~"

Since Yu Murakami came to the drinking party today, he was ready and did not refuse.

"Otherwise," Naoji Shinkawa made a new suggestion: "Murakami, you play musical instruments, farm and sing, although not violin and piano, but also very good." ”

Murakami didn't care, he walked over to the old-looking but actually new piano and sat down.

"Sing what?" He asked.

Risa Taneda asked rhetorically, "What do you play?" ”

"Anything goes."

"Did you learn it specifically to deceive girls?"

It seems that the [seniors are too bad] mentioned last time also include him, but this kind of inconsequential thing doesn't matter.

Yu Murakami didn't explain, and asked again, "What to sing?" ”

"Is Broken Apple okay?"

"Haven't you heard it, there's the original song on your phone?"

"Yes. But what's the use for you now? ”

Yu Murakami's right hand pressed a few random times on the black and white keys of the piano, and it was Bach's creative song: "Play." ”

Risa Taneda thinks he's a playboy who went to learn a musical instrument to trick girls into staying overnight, and doesn't want to give him his personal phone, but everyone is waiting below, and finally gives him the phone with body temperature.

Yu Murakami glanced at it, and it said "From the New World" ED, and the singer was Risa Taneda.

After a quick listen, give her the phone back.

"It's time to go."

"Really?"

"It doesn't matter if it's real or fake, right? You just sing yours, it's my job to play the piano. ”

There was already quite a lot of time wasted, and Risa Taneda was still suspicious in her heart, but she didn't ask any more.

But before she could get ready, the piano prelude to "Broken Apple" sounded without permission, and she quickly retracted her thoughts.

【Green apples that weep】

[Hold on to the depths of your heart]

[Even if you fall, you are strong]

[Staring at the narrow sky]

[I have to be obedient to fate, who will wait until then]

......

This song is not good, at least Yu Murakami doesn't like it very much.

But it doesn't matter, and the audience below doesn't matter, they watch Risa Taneda, they watch Yu Murakami, except for the two people on stage, everyone has their own fun.

At the end of the song, the two won the applause of the house by virtue of their appearance, and only Naoji Shinkawa pulled Yu Murakami to chat with him on the piano.

When Yu Murakami returned to her seat, Suzune Sakura was still resting on her stomach, and he wondered if she had really fallen asleep because she was drunk and forgot to read the letter.

Saori Hayami: "Murakami-san, I didn't expect you to be able to play the piano?" ”

"I have learned some about fishing for three days and drying nets for two days."

"I confirmed."

"What?"

"For Murakami, you really can't be easily trusted." Saori Hayami had a light smile on her face, "One of my hobbies is piano playing. Your level is not something you can learn after three days of fishing and two days of drying nets. ”

Yu Murakami doesn't defend either, just drinks.

Risa Taneda, who had just finished coping with all kinds of compliments, leaned over, "What are you talking about?" ”

It seems that in order to verify once again how much truth there is in the mouth of Yu Murakami, Saori Hayami said:

"Murakami-san, what did we just talk about? I can't remember exactly. ”

"Piano, Men's Rights and Women's Rights."

"Huh? When did "Guns, Germs, and Steel" come out as a sister chapter? Risa Taneda wondered.

"Hahaha." Saori Hayami laughed so much that she lay on Risa Taneda.

Taneda Risa hugged her, knowing that she was wrong, but she still deliberately laughed and said, "What's wrong?" ”

"Where, we, haha" Saori Hayami smoothed out: "Where can we talk about such high-end things, just talk about it." ”

"Oh~~"

Taneda Risa pretended to know that she was wrong, showed a sudden realization expression, and made Saori Hayami laugh again.

The pendulum clock hanging on the wall, making a "clacking" sound, is dry and ugly, and I don't know why the store manager decorated it there.

But time also passed with the sound of "clacking", and the usual drinking party was nearing the end, and Yu Murakami's mood was happy, but now he was a little irritable.

Suzune Sakura had been lying there all the time, not giving him accurate information, and she didn't even know if she had read the letter or not.

Some people began to leave the table, implying that the party was almost over, and those who had other things to do or did not want to participate in the next event could leave on their own.

Suzune Sakura stood up suddenly.

"Plant sauce, see Sang, I'm a little uncomfortable, go back first."

Saori Hayami: "Do you need me to send you?" ”

"No, hold on."

Risa Taneda said, "Be careful all the way. ”

"Hmm."

Suzune Sakura turned around, and when she was about to leave, she glanced at Yu Murakami, so Yu Murakami got up and followed.

The two of them walked three red street lights one after the other, and stopped at a sparsely populated corner.

Suzune Sakura turned around and looked at him.

"Murakami."

"I'm here."

"I like you."

"I know."

"But I'm not going to change myself."

"It's good, the most important thing is to be yourself."

Sakura Suzune smiled, "I'm such a person, such a person is Sakura Suzune, I'm such Sakura Suzune." ”

She suddenly opened her arms slightly, on the streets that Tokyo did not recognize.

"Sooner or later, I'm going to make you like me and Suzune Sakura like this. When I summoned him, he came and went, and honestly followed me back to Chiyoda, lived in a mansion that you don't look down on, and was troubled by me for the rest of my life. ”

Yu Murakami didn't know what to say.

After saying this, Miss Sakura, who seemed to be very satisfied from her expression, took out the wrinkled note again and slowly unfolded it.

"It's all true."

"Yes."

"That's right." Miss Sakura nodded, "If I find out that there is a lie, you should be prepared to sleep at the bottom of the Edo River forever." ”

"Maybe the surprise will be good."

"Since it's true, then I'll go back."

"Hmm."

"Want to know why? Why should I go back? ”

"Am I telling the truth?"

"The devil wants to listen to your truth."

Suzune Sakura gave him a blank look.

"Well, I'm pretty proud, just now."

"If you write [If you can't see me, you miss me like crazy every day, and you will sneak into my room at night and sleep with a quilt full of the fragrance on my body......"

"Your quilt has been washed and locked in a cupboard."

"Look, who wants to hear the truth from your ghost."

"That's because you want to concave them?"

"No, guess."

"What I cooked for dinner?"

"A little bit, but not the main reason."

"Missed me? Can't think about it every day? Want to sleep with a quilt full of my breath? ”

"What nonsense are you talking about? This is not the main reason either. ”

Murakami pondered for a moment and said, "I can't think of any other reason." ”

Miss Sakura took the note and flicked it contemptuously.

"Where is the need to write so much? You just need to write one sentence, just one sentence, and I will go back. ”

"Oh? Ask for advice. ”

"That's it." Miss Sakura pointed to the middle sentence: "You just need to write, Sakura, your freshly cut hair looks good and suits you well." I'll go back with you obediently. ”

Yu Murakami, who didn't know very well, was really a little surprised: "It's so simple? ”

"It's that simple."

"I have a complete cold today." Miss Sakura put the note away and opened her arms again: "To be honest, I can't hold it for a long time, so come and carry me." ”

Yu Murakami picked her up and walked towards the main street, ready to find a taxi.

Miss Sakura's hot face pressed against his back.

"Murakami."

"I'm here."

"Murakami."

"What's wrong?"

"You've got to say I'm here."

"Okay."

"Murakami."

"I'm here."

"Murakami."

"I'm here."