It took her nineteen years to become a model with perfect scores, but she tore up her entire resume at the final evaluation site for an exceptional student who was judged to be "disqualified."
He doesn't know how to keep someone. On the rainy night when Ashuo delivered the materials to him, he had only one understanding engraved into his bones and blood: those who were close to him would eventually be dragged down. So he changed the score without leaving the name, leaving only the rests for the scented tea. He said "Don't worry about it", but the reverse arrow drawn on the score said - "I will also stop during this half-beat and breathe in together."
She learns another language with reverse arrows, and he holds her in the lower register as she improvises. But two pieces of wood from the same origin reveal a mismatch of fate, and the only person who knows the whole truth steps in to cut off all explanations. They got separated.
Years later, the old system was overturned and the deleted recordings returned to her. She listened to the second half of the piece she had never heard before backstage, and then opened the back door of the Old City Music Store. He sat in his old position, with the old piece of wood in front of him. She took off the wooden flute pendant from her neck, and the two pieces of wood fit together tightly.
He lifted the lid. "There is another half to this piece. Let me play it to you now."
She sat in the same spot she had sat that night all those years ago. They finally finished the unfinished ensemble. It took her nineteen years to become a model with perfect scores, but she tore up her entire resume at the final evaluation site for an exceptional student who was judged to be "disqualified."
He doesn't know how to keep someone. On the rainy night when Ashuo delivered the materials to him, he had only one understanding engraved into his bones and blood: those who were close to him would eventually be dragged down.
