Chapter 51: Isn't this the classic plot of being dumped?

Ever since choosing the piano, Naoki Nagayama realized that his proficiency with the instrument was constantly rising.

After only a few months, even those world-famous pieces could be played decently after looking at the sheet music.

At the beginning, he even thought his "golden finger" had arrived!

However, after learning about those truly gifted piano masters,

where did his little skill stand?

Thus, he didn't force himself to strive to become a piano master.

Playing the piano now was just for leisure~

Practicing the etudes taught by Sachiko Tokunaga a few times slightly eased his stiff hands,

and then he began to let himself go~

Enjoying his time alone.

In the early summer season,

the fragmented sunlight spilling through the leaves covered the living room in a layer of black and white light and shadow.

A breeze blew, the sheer curtains fluttered gently, and the light and shadow on the wall danced along with them.

The whole room seemed to come alive.

Naoki Nagayama played the piano casually,

letting the keys follow the melodies that occasionally emerged in his heart, scattering fragmented tunes:

One moment, the scene of the three siblings playing together on the beach in childhood emerged; the next, he recalled the back of himself frantically solving problems in the study room before the college entrance exam.

One moment he was sweating on the sports field, and the next, it turned into a failed confession behind the school building...

Two lifetimes of life made Naoki Nagayama's memories chaotic and mixed, yet full of surprises.

Thinking of summer, thinking of cicadas, thinking of the swimming pool, thinking of fireworks, thinking of *Kikujiro*? Thinking of the meteor that would turn you into a high school girl in the countryside in *Your Name*...

A meteor? A meteor shower?

The piano sound from his fingertips began to become coherent and soothing.

In the memories of youth, there was probably always a youth idol drama.

"Accompanying you to watch the meteor shower fall on this earth... letting your tears fall on my shoulder..."

Naoki Nagayama hummed this "Meteor Shower" along with his memory; the memories of the Taiwanese version of *Meteor Garden* and the mainland version of *Let's Go Watch Meteor Shower* became clearer and clearer.

The melody at his fingertips also went from "Meteor Shower,"

to "A Person's Romance,"

and then to "Picking Up Memories."

Until the memories slowly ended, the emotional ups and downs caused by them slowly subsided.

Opening his eyes, Naoki Nagayama knew that he had once again mobilized the memories from the depths of his soul.

Every clear recollection was a further fusion of the past and the present, until one day, the two would be indistinguishable.

This time, it left Naoki Nagayama with the plots of 2 idol dramas and 3 Chinese songs.

Reacting, he took advantage of the freshness of the memories and immediately transcribed the 3 songs. He didn't expect that when writing the lyrics, they would automatically turn into Japanese.

Looking at the lyrics and music in his hands, Naoki Nagayama was a bit conflicted; the Japanese lyrics and the music seemed a bit mismatched. Could it be that he had to rewrite the lyrics?

But it seemed they were remakes of Japanese dramas?

Domyoji? Hanazawa Rui? The songs also seemed to be covers of Japanese songs?

What to do? He hadn't seen them; he had absolutely no memory of them...

Just as Naoki Nagayama was struggling with how to handle this "divine gift,"

the doorbell suddenly rang outside the door!

Anyone who has watched horror movies knows that a sudden doorbell is either a ghost or a killer.

Especially since the previous experience was a bit fantastical, this doorbell really gave Naoki Nagayama a fright!

Fortunately, it was broad daylight, and it was still bright and sunny outside.

Naoki Nagayama calmed himself down, stood up, walked over, and opened the door.

As the door slowly opened, a girl with delicate features revealed a smile,

her two small canine teeth were especially cute:

"Sumimasen, did I disturb your piano practice?"

Seeing that the person who opened the door was a young handsome man, she asked a bit embarrassedly.

"Uh, not at all, I had just finished practicing." Naoki Nagayama was a bit confused. "Is there something I can help you with?"

"Ano, I'm a bit embarrassed, but I actually have a question I wanted to ask you."

She seemed to suddenly remember something and quickly bowed slightly. "Um, I'm Naoko Kawai, who lives next door. Nice to meet you, please take care of me."

On the other side, he couldn't help but bow in return: "Hai, I am Naoki Nagayama, nice to meet you, please take care of me too!"

By the time he came to his senses, he had already finished bowing, and even the self-introduction had come out as a conditioned reflex. Naoki Nagayama couldn't help but laugh.

Seeing the smile, Naoko was puzzled: "What is Naoki-kun laughing at? Was I rude somewhere? Is there something on my face?"

"No, it's nothing, the reason is a bit hard to explain."

Naoki Nagayama didn't know how to explain the ridiculousness of this conditioned reflex; perhaps only he could experience it.

"So, Naoko-san, what question did you want to ask me?"

Seeing that they were still at the door, he cleared the way. "If you don't mind, you can come in and talk."

"Hai, excuse me."

After entering, Naoko found that the living room was clean and didn't look like a place where someone lived regularly.

"Doesn't Naoki-san live here?"

Naoki Nagayama poured a cup of hot water: "Please sit, don't be so formal, just call me Naoki.

I don't usually live here, I just come over occasionally to practice the piano."

"Arigato." Taking the cup, Naoko Kawai then stated the purpose of her knocking: "Naoki-kun, actually, I knocked on your door presumptuously because I wanted to ask what the piece you were playing just now was?"

"Eh?" It was actually this question; it was unexpected.

Naoko Kawai continued: "Because I also study piano, I feel like I've heard most classical piano pieces and popular songs. Naoki-kun's previous etudes were also familiar.

But after a very scattered rhythm, suddenly there were 3 songs, all of which sounded very good, but it seems I haven't heard any of them.

Because I really like the piano, I presumptuously came to ask."

"Ah, you listened so carefully?!"

Naoki Nagayama was shocked; he didn't expect a master to be living next door.

"Hai, because I'm interested in music, I listen more carefully."

Naoki Nagayama naturally couldn't talk about divine gifts: "I see. Naoko-san, actually, those 3 songs at the end are my own; they haven't been released yet."

"Ehh?!!!"

Creating a song isn't something one does casually, let alone the melody completion of these 3 songs was very high, and they were very beautiful themselves.

Generally speaking, those who can create them must be masters; looking at Naoki Nagayama, who was young, it didn't seem like it.

"Is Naoki-kun a composer?" Naoko Kawai couldn't believe it.

After all, they were songs created by masters from the future; Naoki Nagayama hadn't yet mastered the skill of being a "plagiarist" without changing his expression: "I suppose you could say that."

"Naoki-kun is too modest. These few songs are very excellent. Based on my experience of studying for so many years, they all have the potential to be famous songs."

"Naoko-san, if you keep praising me, I'll be embarrassed."

Naoki Nagayama didn't doubt the excellence of the songs.

The atmosphere was silent for a while...

Naoko Kawai lowered her head to take a sip of water, then held the cup in her hand: "Sumimasen, Naoki-kun, although it's a bit rude,

but can you let me see the sheet music? I really like these 3 songs."

"Seeing them is no problem."

Naoki Nagayama took the manuscript paper directly from the desk. "But the lyrics haven't been finished yet; at most, they can be considered semi-finished products~"

"Have you already started writing the lyrics?" Naoko Kawai quickly put down the water cup and took the music to look at it.

"Meteor Shower," "A Person's Romance," "Picking Up Memories"...

Naoko Kawai said: "Is it the Centaurus meteor shower in March? Was Naoki-san recalling a date? Love!!"

"Ah, I suppose so..."

Uh, is there a Centaurus meteor shower in March?

Why does it feel like this girl is getting more and more excited!

Naoko seemed to have strung these songs together, treating them as Naoki Nagayama's experiences.

"Sumimasen, I shouldn't have asked so much about Naoki Nagayama's experiences."

Eh?

In this way?!

First, accompanying you to watch the meteor shower,

then alone,

and then only memories remain.

Isn't this the classic plot of being dumped!!! ===== CHAPTER 52 =====