Since Shingo Harano returned from the place where he received the award in "Literary Spring and Autumn", his life has suddenly become busy.

These days, I keep being interviewed, and every time I interview, I have to give a close-up of the pocket watch that the Akutagawa Prize awarded, and after receiving the general magazine, I have to go back to accept the school's arrangement.

It's really that he is so tired that he can't do it, as long as he has free time, he is arranged by Inoue Ichiro what to do, and he only takes a nap, and he is rarely at home even when he eats, but Ai Fukuhara understands this.

At noon on March 1, Shingo Harano visited Kenichi Ito's residence.

I rang the doorbell twice without hurry, and quietly waited for the people inside to come out and open the door.

The electronic door clicked, and the door was slightly popped out by the electric device, and Shingo Harano opened the door directly when he saw this, and walked in, not forgetting to close the door with his backhand.

There was no one in the living room, and after a few moments of waiting for Shingo Harano, there was the sound of footsteps on the spiral staircase.

"Stinky boy, do you know to come to me?" As soon as Ito Ken met, he laughed and scolded first.

"Isn't it because you urged me to do it, that's why I came?"

"You're embarrassed to say that it's been so long since I've confessed to you, and you haven't even given me a single hair until now!"

"Ahem, that... I've been busy at work lately, so..., by the way, teacher, why don't you see your aunt at home? Shingo Harano sat down on the couch and casually fiddled with the cup on the coffee table twice.

"Your aunt..., don't change the subject, what kind of work can you kid have, and you still fight with me." Ito Ken's eyes dimmed, as if he had thought of something, but he was forcibly covered up, and then said angrily.

"You know, my piano playing is really just a side hustle." Shingo Harano spread his hands and expressed his innocence.

It's not that he doesn't want to record piano videos, it's mainly that he's really busy these days, and he's also contacted Songxue Spring Water, where is the time to borrow other people's equipment to record videos.

Hearing him say this, Ito Kenichi had a strange face, and he sat down in a nightgown that was a little drooping on the ground, and said with some uncertainty: "You seem to have said it, you seem to have written it, do you know that there is a book called "Let's Listen to the Wind"? ”

"Yes, because I wrote it." Shingo Harano picked up the fully automatic water boiling machine on his coffee table, turned it on, and flipped the upside-down cup over for two.

"I originally thought it was a duplicate name, but I didn't expect it to be really you kid!" Ito's mouth opened slightly, as if he was a little shocked.

Shingo Harano was a little helpless when he saw this, he was almost vomited by the neighbors' expressions these days.

Knowing that he had won an award in literature, the neighbors who didn't have much contact with him came to the door one after another, and the aunt, who was already enthusiastic, was even more enthusiastic.

"I'll go! You kid won't be stuffing money, will you! ”

"What is it called stuffing money, I obviously didn't do anything, and I was also very confused when I won the award."

After being refuted by him, Ito Kenichi poked his head over, attached it to his ear, and said cautiously, "Say, how much money did you stuff?" ”

Yuan Ye Shingo moved to the side without a trace, and said helplessly: "I really didn't stuff any money, so don't joke about such things." ”

"Look at you, I'm not happy to say two words about you."

"Okay, okay, it's just that you didn't go through the back door, but you just wrote one, and you won the Akutagawa Award so easily?" After Ito Kenichi finished speaking, he scratched his face, and muttered in a low voice: "The Akutagawa Award is so easy to win, what piano do I still talk about, it is better to write it too." ”

Seeing the sound of the water boiler dripping, the charcoal-black teapot opened automatically, and a mist came out, Shingo Harano first rinsed the cups, then filled the two cups with boiling water, and brought one of the cups to Kenichi Ito.

"You don't have to guess, isn't it just an Akutagawa Award, you don't look like this."

"What do you mean—yes—one! It's like winning the Grand Prix at the Tokyo Piano Awards! Kenichi Ito just picked up the cup, and when he heard him comment on the Akutagawa Award so casually, he slammed the cup down, splashed a lot of water stains, and looked unhappy.

Yuan Ye Shingo sighed, it's really a person who is afraid of being famous, pigs are afraid of being strong, originally the Akutagawa Award has always been the object of his pursuit, but now it doesn't seem so good to suddenly get it.

It also made him suddenly lose his goal, what is the next goal? Naoki Prize? Or is it a more powerful Nobel?

Indeed, I am not a little far from the Nobel Prize, and it seems that I can still walk this road.

If others know what he thinks at this moment, it is estimated that ten big mouths will fan him.

What are you pretending, this is not satisfied, your heart is really big, don't give me the Akutagawa Award!

"Hey! Hi! Thank you for your vigilance, I will continue to work hard. ”

"Still trying? What's the next goal, Naoki Reward? Seeing that he didn't seem to be satisfied with his current achievements, Kenichi Ito smacked his lips and said with some envy: "You kid is now the youngest winner of the Akutagawa Prize, if you win the Naoki Award before the age of twenty, then your future achievements..."

He didn't finish his sentence, but others understood what he meant. This thing is not a joke, how many people pursue something that they can't get in their lifetime, and this guy easily gets it, it's really... It makes you feel like you're going to die headfirst!

No wonder this stinky boy is so indifferent to the piano competition, it turns out that he has a foothold in the literary world, and it is understandable that he is not interested in this competition... What a fart!

"Okay, let's talk about this later, you finish recording the video first, I have borrowed the equipment, you can just go to my piano room and play a song."

In any case, Shingo Harano is still his own disciple, and he should still fulfill his due responsibility in terms of piano.

"Okay, I'm fine." After taking a sip of tea, Shingo Harano said that he was OK, although he had some achievements in literature, it seemed that it was not bad to take the piano as a side hustle?

"Well, what are you going to play this time?" As soon as Ito Ken saw that he had no opinion, he thought that he was really not arrogant because of this, and he was much more satisfied.

"A new song should still be in your eyes." Shingo Harano smiled faintly, looking confident in the work he was going to play.

"Original? No, are you so talented in composing? Ito Kenichi was full of disbelief, and said with some jealousy: "God is unfair, you kid is really fast to fill up his talents." ”

"But if this piece passes, it will be the first to be performed when I go to the competition."

"I know, you didn't say it in the message."

"Well, since you are so confident, then it's up to you, anyway, you won't rely on this craft to eat in the future."

Ito Ken nodded, seemingly agreeing with his thoughts.

Immediately, he picked up Shingo Harano, who was still drinking tea, and went straight to the piano room upstairs.