~【Yandere Little Sister · Volume 3 · "One Half" · Greetings】~
"My soul is composed of two parts."
"Fiction" occupies one half, while "music" makes up the other.
Both are forms of "creation," merging to form a personality obsessed with "originality."
They are inseparable, each complementing the other.
When the former collapses, the latter supports the spiritual world;
When the latter becomes unclear, the former upholds the material life.
The former nurtures the latter, while the latter elevates the former.
"My life has been split into two halves."
—「Lu Qing」.
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Leaning against the apartment door, his back pressed against the peephole.
Listening to his sister's performance inside.
Listening to "Black Cat" singing.
How should one describe this feeling?
At this moment, the sky has cleared,
At the horizon, the sky stretches endlessly.
White clouds drift and drift,
It hasn’t rained in a long time.
The air, heavy with urbanization, isn’t fresh, but it flows with the wind,
Following the clear, resonant sounds emanating from the room,
Flowing.
【Is this the emotion Su Ling wants to convey to me?】
Her sister's inner "sunny day."
Her sister's interpretation of "sunshine."
"Is that it?"
"If you're tired, just look at the sky at the bus stop."
"Even if summer is ending, I will definitely, definitely remember it."
"Always looking down, becoming an adult."
"Always running late, only giving you sunny days."
"Silently climbing the slope."
"Our figures, blooming in the night."
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The expected stress reaction I thought would erupt upon hearing this song dissipated completely at this moment.
All that remained was the genuine emotion flowing from her sister's fingertips, etched by muscle memory,
Within these few walls, through the song she had looped countless times, conveying the emotions she wanted to express.
He knew that, at this moment, she was in the light.
He also guessed that every time he left the house, she would secretly practice these words in the shadows.
The black cat's low cry, like a lament, like a plea.
The vibration of the strings, piercing straight to the heart.
"Just like that, running late, becoming an adult."
"In your pocket, the night blooms."
"Even without saying it out loud, we are one."
"That’s enough, after all, I’m just savoring and chewing over."
"Your memories."
The rippling solo spreads out, accompanied by the black cat's delicate cries, melodious and beautiful, like a painting.
Such a high-difficulty twelve-bar fast solo, though slightly stiff in her sister's hands, wasn’t exactly smooth, but she actually managed to play it through completely, with the rhythm correct and the emotions in place.
Like a cat searching for light in the stormy night;
Or like that night when she made a great resolve to challenge the Tianhe F4.
"Ah…"
Lu Qing tilted his head back, gazing into the farthest distance.
【And this is just practice.】
"Did she practice hundreds or thousands of times?"
"For a beginner."
What was she trying to achieve by playing Jun Qing's main solo?
"Your call is just too extreme."
What an…
Extreme little sister.
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Lu Qing clenched his fists, resisting the itch in his palms.
Shook his head, weakly walked forward.
Toward the railing of the outer corridor.
As the distance from the door increased slightly, his sister's guitar sound faded like the end of a recording, the volume shrinking, like background music in a drama.
Looking at the community from the 19th-floor perspective, watching the residents come and go, searching for the big orange cat in the grass,
Re-examining himself.
Today, he accidentally heard his sister's "words."
She has been trying very, very hard to 【learn a language】.
This language is obscure and difficult,
But it touches the heart more deeply than plain speech.
It has no borders,
No racial barriers,
No class restrictions,
No driving force of hatred.
It is pure.
It cannot be defined by outsiders.
Today, he overheard his sister's still somewhat disjointed "words."
But this genuine emotion was no less than 【peak condition】 Lin Mu, setting aside technical aspects, she was also trying, struggling to try, to communicate with him.
"Su Ling."
Every time.
Every time he sees her like this.
A chill inexplicably rises in his heart.
It’s impossible to imagine what difficulties Su Ling overcame to reach this point.
Only someone who has experienced it all can understand that the path of practicing music is filled with thorns, with hundreds of setbacks every day, no exaggeration.
Overcoming one setback isn’t hard, but overcoming three, five, ten, becomes exceptionally difficult.
There’s no coincidence, it can wear down a person’s edges, grind away the initial interest, erase the initial motivation.
His sister overcame them, in just a month, with unwavering eight-hour daily practice, leaping to this point.
Today, she made him start reflecting on a question—
"Am I avoiding facing 「music」, and is that an escape for her, who truly wants to embrace 「music」 for a lifetime?"
"Su Ling has proven everything with her actions, she’s reached this level, and I, should I really tell her the truth, about what emotions I once held towards this path?"
Lu Qing hesitated, conflicted.
At the same time, he pondered—
That kind of 「pain」…
Would it really not pierce him again?
The chaotic thoughts drifted far away, as if detached from memory.
Even though he had promised never to recall, even though he had removed 「her」 from his life, facing life anew.
"Forget it, since she’s already discovered my 「artifacts」, I might as well start being her private tutor during the winter break, spending a little time each day."
After the internal struggle, Lu Qing finally took a step back.
This step was significant.
"It doesn’t matter, I’m just picking up fragments of memories."
Seeing Su Ling like that, battered but persistently moving forward, it would be wrong to remain unmoved.
His hands were already itching, his whole body trembling.
Inside the room, Jun Qing’s song still looped, facing the breeze, his pores seemed to relax.
It was the sunny feeling his sister brought him.
Such a weekend was extraordinary.
"Forget it, maybe I shouldn’t grab that notebook? It’s not good to interrupt her practice."
Lu Qing decided to give up on going back for the project book, and instead left the house directly, heading to Tang Hua’s place to stand by her side and oversee tonight’s live broadcast preparations.
【Are you ready, Tang Hua? I’m on my way to your place now. I’ve been a bit busy lately, so I haven’t had the chance to ask, how’s the planning for tonight’s stream?】
He sent a message, waiting for her reply.
Almost instantly, within ten seconds, Tang Hua sent a frantic voice message, sounding extremely excited—
"I’ve got it planned! Boss! I’ve decided! Tonight’s stream will be a 「marathon stream」!!"
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