You are the same

Kazusa wanted to say no, but she thought that the boy in front of her was not the source of her anger, so she finally nodded.

If she was told that Asahi was having an affair with her mother, there was no telling what would happen.

"I know there's a good barbecue restaurant nearby."

Asahi heaved a sigh of relief, and led the way with a backpack over one shoulder.

Putting on her shoes again, Kazusa followed silently with the guitar case on her back. Compared to before, the roles of the two were reversed.

A taxi was hailed and the two got into the car.

The driver was a little surprised why the two people who looked like a couple were sitting in the front and back seats respectively: "Young couple quarrel?"

Hearing this classic line, Asahi had a kind of illusion: "We are not a couple."

"I understand young people, it's normal to quarrel, it's weird if they don't quarrel. You have to be tolerant, otherwise, it will be too late when you regret it."

The middle-aged driver sighed incessantly, he looked like a man with a story.

Forget it, since he misunderstood, let him misunderstand. Asahi was too lazy to explain, and Kazusa sat in the backseat by the window as soon as they got in the car.

Seeing the lights twinkle outside the window, Kazusa was slightly obsessed for a while.

The middle-aged driver is still raving, no matter which country, the driver is a very familiar creature.

He can talk a lot about anything.

Luckily, it place wasn't too far away, so he would say a few perfunctory words from time to time to deal with the driver who started talking nonsense. When he arrived at the place, Asahi pointed at the light sign of the barbecue restaurant in front of him and got off.

After the driver pulled up, visibly apologetic that he couldn't tell me more story, he waved at the bickering couple and the taxi rejoined traffic.

Asahi led Kazusa into the shop, there were quite a number of customers, and the two found a quieter corner, which was a type of barbeque table for two.

Putting down the backpack, seeing Kazusa put the guitar case next to it, Asahi started to order food.

Barbecue was basically the same in different countries, nothing out of the ordinary, but Kazusa was very interested in this, she probably hadn't been to this kind of shop too many times.

True, it was a bit strange coming to a barbecue restaurant alone without any friends, and sometimes she would go out with her mother in a high class restaurant. Kazusa took the menu and ordered it.

"This, this, this..."

Kazusa had vaguely forgotten about those unpleasant things.

Asahi let her order the menu, and didn't stop until Kazusa felt she wasn't done.

When all kinds of meat appeared, Asahi used special tweezers to put the grilled pieces of meat and some internal organs on the grill, and the oiled grill made a "sizzling" sound.

If Asahi's temperament is more mature, serve a pitcher of sake.

Kazusa looked at Asahi as he poured himself some wine, and then handed over her own cup, "You're not old enough."

"Neither do you." Kazusa competed with each other.

There was no other way, Asahi had no choice but to pour it on her.

Kazusa immediately drank it. Sake in Japan is not highly alcoholic, but given the experience of never drinking alcohol, it might be a bit confusing.

Asahi wonders if she will pass out later. After drinking, Kazusa frowned, not used to the smell of alcohol, it was useless to coax her now, Asahi just poured some more, and flipped it over to the barbecue.

"Mom, I always think about you."

After drinking the third cup of sake, Kazusa said in a low voice: "Tell me that you are a unique genius, tell me that there are always some people blessed by God in the world, and ordinary people can't catch up, no matter how hard they try."

"What do you want to say?"

Asahi flanked the barbecue and regretted that it was still delicious here.

"Teach me how to play the piano, how to play the piano with emotion!"

Kazusa was silent for a moment, watching closely: "I want to get my mom's approval, and I don't want to live alone in a cold country anymore."

In the end, Kazusa loved her mother, and the reason she worked so hard all this time was for Yaoko's approval.

Asahi said: "I can't teach you, the only thing I can tell you is... don't focus your attention on the piano."

Kazusa didn't understand, she still didn't understand this sentence.

"Forget it, you will understand slowly, in the coming days."

Asahi added, looking out the window.

Light rain fell on the street at some point, this area was a bustling commercial street, the street trees and power lines swayed in the cool breeze, the dark night sky darker than usual.

Continuous gray clouds covered the entire Tokyo sky, the pedestrians gradually reduced, and under the lighting of the lights, the raindrops were thin like silver threads.

"Have you finished eating?"

Asahi shook the third glass of sake, and looked up at Kazusa, whose face was red and her eyes were misty.

Kazusa lost a bit of her usual cold and aloof demeanor, and became more gentle and beautiful.

"Very hot."

Kazusa lay down on the table and muttered, her brain was too slow to analyze the meaning of the words just now.

Asahi turned off the grill and called the waiter to pay the bill, then carried Kazusa's guitar on his back, and half-supported her out of the shop.

The icy rain hit the face, which made Kazusa who was inhaling hot air a little more awake, she wanted to struggle, but she couldn't do anything, so she had to rely on the strength of her arms to help walk.

"If you can't drink, don't drink."

"Wandering around."

Stumbling, Kazusa who was paralyzed by alcohol, gave birth to a sense of self-defeating pleasure and deathly joy, like staying alone in music class after school, full of worry-free freedom.

Under the influence of alcohol, Kazusa thought in her head that her consciousness had become a bit hazy, that's how the so-called human relations unfolded.

She doesn't know each other because she lives in the same school or company, nor does she know someone through someone's introduction. All the independent adults in this world took this kind of action, and they naturally knew someone. Then naturally develop its own world.

Kazusa felt that she had come into contact with a truth about the universe that she did not know before, and finally grew a little.

As the two walked side by side for a while, the skin that was hot from the alcohol felt especially comfortable in contact with the air that had become moist from the rain.

The back of Kazusa's hand touched Asahi's wrist several times, she had never walked side by side with someone on the street at night, let alone the opposite sex, but she didn't feel disgusted by this situation.