"Sincerely, it's time to eat!"

A gentle call suddenly burst into his ears.

The man's consciousness gradually woke up, and he subconsciously opened his eyes, looked at the unfamiliar roof, and his head was confused for a few seconds.

Where did this come from?

Questions filled Matsuda's sincere heart, and before he had time to think about it, he habitually sat up. The whole view suddenly changed, and the line of sight shifted from the ceiling to the white wall.

Then, unconsciously rubbing his eyes, a lazy yawn sounded.

"Ha~" exhaled a long breath.

A familiar palm appeared in the field of vision, quickly pasting it above the field of vision.

After a sigh, covering his slightly headache head, Matsuda sat down on the bed sincerely, turning his head to stare at the photo on the desk, a little distracted.

Come to think of it.

Oh yes, I'm at home......

Slowly sitting up and looking around, the room was very simple, with almost no clutter, only a bed and some old books.

A set of usual work uniforms hung neatly on the hanger next to the bed, and the table top was spotlessly wiped and glowed with a faint sheen.

The books were neatly arranged, next to the frames, and in the center of the tabletop, a turquoise mechanical pencil pressed against a thick stack of scratch paper filled with letters.

It seems that because of the usual arm pressure too many times, rubbing too much, the content on the scratch paper is not very clear, and I can barely make out a few lines of handwriting.

"Bubble sounds are a type of vocalization that relaxes the larynx sufficiently......"

It seems to be a little familiar, and although I have forgotten what it is written, my body seems to instinctively try to make a sound while looking at it......

Matsuda took a few looks, then turned his attention to the album.

The family photo of five people on the table, in front of a cherry blossom forest wafting in pink air, Matsuda in the photo is still very young, with soft eyebrows and eyes on his face that has not yet grown, and the corners of his mouth raise an exaggerated arc, revealing a very bright smile.

And next to him, the still childish girl and boy stood close to him, the boy was born white and smiled a little shyly, the girl held his arm tightly, put her whole face on his shoulder, and her pretty face was full of smiles.

This is Makoto Matsuda's younger brother and sister in Hokkaido.

On the other side of the photo, a middle-aged man hugged the woman next to him and snuggled in his arms, the two looked at each other, and between their eyebrows and eyes, there was warmth.

Still rubbing the photo frame, there was a sudden sound of footsteps outside the door, coming from far and near, and after a few seconds, it stopped.

"Nissan, it's time to eat."

Outside, there was a crisp sound like a yellow warbler chirping, still as lively as ever.

"Hmm...... Got it. ”

He paused for a moment and put the frame back in place.

His gaze lingered on the album for a few more seconds, then he moved sideways, gradually approaching the door, and finally walked out.

The hallway outside the door is short, with a staircase at the end.

Matsuda walked through two doors, went down the stairs and turned to the right, and the kitchen was located.

The kitchen is small, except for the dining table, which is a long hazel table and a few chairs.

At the dining table sat a middle-aged man with a newspaper covering his face, a girl with her hair scattered and her white and tender feet, and a boy with a messy hair and a serious sitting.

"Nissan, it's slow."

Seeing someone coming, the girl muttered.

"Sorry, I'm late." Matsuda smiled sincerely.

As if as a reminder, he went to the table and sat down, and then the woman in the apron walked to the side with the plate and placed the plate with the food in front of him.

"Mom, sit down and eat."

Next to her, a petite girl in strawberry pajamas, with big eyes shining brightly, staring straight at the plate of food in front of the table.

And her younger brother just glanced at her with disgust, and before she opened her mouth, she already felt the meaning of "shame".

"Well, mom got ......"

She smiled softly, untied her apron, and sat down on the opposite side.

As the woman took her seat, the man put down the newspaper in his hand, revealing a rather serious but gentle face of the Chinese characters.

"Let's eat."

"I'm moving!"

His eyes stayed on the plate in front of him, but he didn't make the next move.

After a few seconds, his gaze deflected and focused on the man next to him.

"Daddy......"

Matsuda's sincere tone was a little low, but inexplicably with a breath of air, as if he had already made up his mind.

"What's wrong?" The man put down the newspaper and looked up.

"I ...... There is a ...... Thing...... I want to talk about it. ”

Matsuda was sincere and intermittent, stammering a little, and seemed very hesitant, but in the end, he still said it directly.

"What's the matter?" The man continued, putting down his chopsticks and looking very willing to listen.

"Nissan~"

The girl seemed to understand what was going to happen next, reached out and tugged at his sleeve, and was about to say a few words, but was stopped by the mother on the other side shaking her head.

"Dad, I'm ......" the young man buried his head lower and lower, as if to be on the same page as the plate.

After a few seconds of pause, he finally spoke.

"I want to go to Beijing."

As soon as the words fell, the table fell silent.

"Still fantasizing about being a voice actor?" The man's tone was a little dissatisfied, even with a hint of annoyance.

The atmosphere at the dinner table suddenly became solemn, as if it was about to overwhelm him, and his body could not move.

The young man's whole face was almost attached to the table, and he didn't dare to shake his head to look at the man's majestic and oppressive eyes.

"Hmm."

His answer was as thin as a mosquito, but full of firmness in timidity.

The tense atmosphere seeped out solemnly at this moment, as if the next moment it was a torrent, setting off monstrous waves.

Next, the man frowned and scolded his son who was about to bury his head under the dining table.

"Don't have these unrealistic dreams just because you're young............"

Then the woman began to persuade the man who was in a rage, the boy just looked at his brother faintly, not knowing what he was thinking, and the girl on the side buried her head and was silent, but under the table, her little hands were tugging at the corners of his clothes, refusing to let go.

In the end, he couldn't hear what the man was saying, and his ears fell into a deathly silence, only the corner of the shirt on the side of the placket kept coming from a steady stream of pulling force, reminding him that it was not over yet.

At that time, my mind must have been occupied by the thought of going to Beijing, so I couldn't hear any sound.

Matsuda Matsuda, who is the person concerned, suddenly has this strong thought in his heart at this moment, as if he takes it for granted, and he firmly believes it.

In the end, the pulling force of the corners of the clothes slowly disappeared, and the father's hot gaze could not be sensed, and the azure lace tablecloth that covered the field of vision gradually became blurred, and finally formed a dark blue light curtain.

It was like a sparkling lake under the scorching summer sun, and in his eyes, there was a halo of light reflected through the surface of the lake, dazzling and scorching, setting off waves in his heart, rolling and stirring wantonly, turning into a boulder called dizziness, pressing his thoughts to stretch and gradually get lost.

…………

On Thursday, April 16, the weather was fine.

As usual, the alarm clock at seven o'clock once again woke Matsuda Makoto, who had been sleeping soundly all night.

"It was a dream...... he slowly opened his eyes, his face raised to the blank ceiling.

"It's Sunday anyway, so it's okay to sleep again......" The man rubbed his eyes sleepily, yawned by the way, and habitually rang the alarm clock to stop screaming.

I have to say that this old guy who bought it in the 100-yen store is so dedicated and dedicated every day, and I don't know if it will be shaken apart one day.

Let out a long yawn, then continue to lie down, squinting for a while.

A cool breeze passed through the gaps that gradually widened, as if they had found an outlet, and rushed into the house.

Matsuda Makoto, who was still lying on the bed and napping, couldn't help but shudder, and immediately reached out and tightened the collar of his shirt.

"Pendulum! The best time in life is to pose! "There seems to be a friend's declaration ringing in my ears.

Although I don't agree with the term "rotten", it is rare to be able to take a little rest one day and lie quietly in bed is not a beautiful thing.

Buzz –

Matsuda's phone ringtone is the default, a simple monotonous and incomparably familiar classic Nokia melody, with the caller's persistent continuous dialing, and the black phone constantly shaking and buzzing beside the bed.

The lion had to praise this benevolent brother for his perseverance.

"Hey, Nobunaga—" Matsuda was sincerely vague.

"Matsuda, are you out of the house? My car has already driven out, and it will ...... later."

The voice on the other side was so loud and his throat was so bright, Matsuda Matsuda, who was scared and half-asleep, accidentally shook his hand and hung up the call directly.

Later, what he said, Mochizuki, whose head was getting more and more confused, could no longer remember clearly. He ended the call in a daze, tossed his phone aside, and collapsed into bed in exhaustion.

Really, what do you call on your day off......

Isn't it good to get a good night's sleep?

Is Nobunaga so anxious to harass him?

Matsuda couldn't help but pat his head again, narrowed his eyes slightly into a slit, and naturally turned his gaze to the ceiling of his room.

Wrong......

It doesn't seem like it's just a day off......

He jerked to his feet, finally remembering the tragic experience that had lasted for months......

I still have work to do today!

Yes! Today, there is also an idol master's male idol project announced!

……

The weather is good, the morning sun is slowly rising, and the commercial street in the distance seems to have become a sea horizon at this moment, reflecting the shadow of the rising sun, which has become the standard of beam time.

The morning sun is over this.

The sun was shining, and the mood was a lot happier.

Matsuda, who was sitting in the car, breathed a long sigh of relief, then stretched comfortably against the soft cushion and changed his posture.

"Matsuda, your hand is in my sight......"

"Ah, I'm sorry." He hurriedly withdrew his arm, then cowered and sat back in the passenger seat.

Shimada Nobunaga parked his limousine in the parking lot, locked all the old rules, and then flicked the car keys in a chic manner.

"Let's go, let's go in!" He urged impatiently, "The contemptible can't wait to see the female fans screaming for me." ”

Nobunaga rubbed his hands very excitedly, from today onwards, someone on the island will become famous in one fell swoop, what Sword Art Online and what Sanhua Reya, all of them are not worth mentioning!

After today, Audio-Technica will have to change people!

"Do you want to wait any longer for Yuma?" Matsuda hesitated.

"Wait, wait! Yuma had already followed his sister to mingle with the female voice actors......" Nobunaga pouted disdainfully.

Is there any need for a treacherous, forgetful guy like this?

If it weren't for someone's refusal to participate because of the trouble, the ghost would have pulled the horse, and it was the treble pollution, and the electric guitar was played like a German MG34 general-purpose machine gun......

Thanks to the million-dollar sound repairers who can play the concerto on the spot and the assistance of Consortium B, otherwise this group may not even be able to enter the door.