Chapter 14 Section VII

"When are you going back to Tokyo?" The day after the funeral, Kron was eating lunch when Keno, with a towel tied around his head, came in from the store and asked. "Fish Floss" started business today. From the window of his room, Kron saw Jianfu driving a van to buy goods early in the morning. "It hasn't been decided yet." Kron replied in a low voice. "Can you waste time here? Can the road of music you mentioned be so easy?" "How can I waste time? I also have a lot of considerations." "What are you considering?" "There's no need to tell them all, right?"

"Three years ago, you said it categorically. If this is the case, you must rush to the end with the determination to die." "Don't bother me, you don't need to remind me." Kron put down his chopsticks and stood up, while Kanako looked at them worriedly in the kitchen. In the evening, Crown walked out of the house.Of course it was to go to Namiya grocery store.Late last night, he put the second letter into the delivery port of the iron rolling door. Opening the milk carton, I found the envelope used by Kroner just like yesterday.Did the respondent really come to check every day to see if he had received any counseling letters?

Like yesterday, Crown read the reply in a nearby park.The content of the reply letter is as follows. Crown bit his lip.Same as last time, the content of the reply this time was also very excessive, and he scolded himself bloody again. The strange thing is that he didn't feel too angry. The other party's writing was so thorough, but it made him feel happy. Kron read the contents of the letter again and couldn't help sighing heavily. You are right.He had to admit that the idea of ​​agreeing with the content of the reply letter surged in his heart.Although it was very rude to the other party's words, he got to the point.If you have a special aura, others will notice you - Ke Lang is very aware of this, but he was unwilling to face this fact before, and comforted himself by saying that luck has not yet come to him. In fact, as long as he has talent, No luck at all.

So far, no one has ever said these words to themselves.The road to music is very dangerous, so it’s better to give up as soon as possible—everyone just clicks to the end, because they don’t want to be responsible for what they say, but this respondent is different, and his opinions are always consistent. He looked down at the letter again. Having said that, who the hell is this person?How can you be so ruthless and outspoken.Most people would express it in a more euphemistic way, but in this reply letter, I can't feel any delicacy at all.One thing is clear, the one who wrote the reply wasn't Namiya's grandfather who was familiar with Krono. That grandfather's words were much gentler.

Really hope to meet this guy.Kron couldn't help thinking.Correspondence cannot convey many things, and he hopes to have a face-to-face conversation with the respondent. After nightfall, Kron slipped out of the house again.There was, of course, a letter in his jeans pocket, the third letter he had written.After thinking about it, he wrote the following. Namiya's general store stood in the gloom as usual.Crown approached the iron rolling door, opened the letter delivery slot, took the envelope out of his jeans pocket, and stuffed it halfway. Because he felt that there seemed to be someone moving inside the iron rolling door.

If there was someone, they should have pulled the envelope in from the inside.So, he planned to stuff the letter in half and stop there to observe. I looked at my watch and found that it was past eleven o'clock at night. Kron reached into the other pocket, took out the harmonica, took a deep breath, and slowly blew into the iron rolling door.He hoped the people inside could hear his harmonica. It was one of his favorite songs among his compositions.The name of the song is "Rebirth", and the lyrics have not been written yet, because he has not thought of the appropriate lyrics.When I go to live house performances, I always play this piece on the harmonica, the melody is very melodious and lyrical.

After he finished playing a section, he took the harmonica from his mouth and stared at the envelope that was put in the drop slot, but no one took the envelope in.No one seemed to be inside.Maybe the respondent will come every morning to pick up the letter. Crown stuffed the envelope with his fingertips, and vaguely heard the sound of the letter falling.