History is always sung in praise, but no one is willing to sing the truth? So there are always people who pick up God's diary and revisit everything forgotten......

Marr was cleaning her father's booty at home, and the prey's eyes were still staring at Mar with fierce eyes. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

This reminded her of the scene of being frightened when she was a child, and then her mother behind her picked her up, in her mother's warm arms, Mar felt relieved, but when she looked up at her mother's face, she couldn't see it, it was a blur......

"It's been a long time since I've seen my mother, and I can't even remember her face?" muttered Mar.

Immediately, she lost the mood to wipe the prey and put down the rag in her hand. When I turned around, I found that the little girl named Liz was looking in the direction of the door, looking forward to someone's return. The sun shone on Liz's blonde hair, spilling into the streamer and flying, and she looked very beautiful at the moment, like a little angel.

"Lis, are you thinking about your brother, Lord Tang Meng?" asked Marr as she walked over.

As a result, Liz didn't even look back, and Mar smiled awkwardly as if she didn't want to pay attention to people.

Suddenly Liz stood up, opened the door, and rushed out into the street, which startled Mar, who thought she was going to find Master Tang Meng, and hurried after her. It turned out that Liz was looking into the distance with deep eyes that did not fit her age. Mar didn't know that it was the direction in which her father and Tang Meng went hunting.

"Liz?" called Maar cautiously.

Mar is older than Liz next year, but she has an indescribable emotion for this somewhat taciturn little girl, and it is a bit like awe.

"Well, this danger is still within the scope of the master's solution. Liz whispered.

Mar didn't hear clearly, and was about to ask, but a moving melody sounded leisurely.

"Tick, tick," is the elegant singing of the orchestra played by the orchestra of the mandolin (which can be understood as a medieval guitar), so beautiful that many people in the street unconsciously move towards the source of the sound. Mar was obviously intoxicated as well, and suddenly Mar saw Liz, who was turning her head to look at the mandolin in confusion.

"Lis, let's go and hear who plays this music well?" asked Maar.

What is rare is that Liz did not refuse, but walked forward on her own, the direction of walking was naturally the center of the town, and Mar quickly followed, that place was where Mar danced a few days ago.

At this moment, many foreign adventurers and mercenaries in the town have gathered here, surrounding the center of the town. The sound of the mandolin still continues to flow, as if a clear spring flows, nourishing everyone's hearts, it is almost as if it has been purified, so beautiful. The migratory birds that make the sky fly can't help but stop and listen, and the grass that should be hidden deep in the soil also listens.

At this moment, everyone's expressions were the same, that is, obsessed with this moment of music, although Mar couldn't squeeze in, it still didn't prevent her from indulging in it. But Lis, who was beside her, frowned, as if she was not immersed in the beautiful music.

"Why is there some mental magic fluctuation in this voice?" Lisy said to herself, confused.

Liz then took Mar's hand, and Marr couldn't help but be stunned, only to find that Liz was walking towards the noisy crowd. To Mar's surprise, the crowd, which should have been very crowded, seemed to be pushed away by a pair of invisible hands at this moment, and everyone, including the strong and vulgar mercenaries, automatically moved out of the way, and Liz took Mar, like a queen who reigned over the world, and slowly walked to the innermost, at this time the crowd instantly closed, but no one dared to approach Liz and Mar, where it was as if there was an invisible realm separating gods from mortals, and everyone was waiting for something with bated breath.

And at this moment, Mar finally came to the front, and her natural vision was broadened, and she finally saw who was playing such a beautiful mandolin.

To Mar's surprise, the man turned out to be a girl. It is a young and beautiful girl, wearing a dark purple simple dress, the ruffle pleats on the clothes are the biggest feature, in the cuffs, dark patterns, etc., there is a modern and exquisite feeling, and at the same time there is a small amount of lace embellishment, which seems to be more sweet in the elegance. Because of the great attention to the overall line and the effect of waist trimming, she looks very tall and highlights her beautiful figure of a young girl.

Purple represents mystery, so she lives up to expectations, with a delicate purple thin veil on her face, revealing only a pair of beautiful eyes, but she seems to see through everything in the world, with a sense of vicissitudes of disobedience, and feels that her whole person is sighing something, but no one can guess it. She has both the youthful beauty of a girl and the mature beauty of a woman.

At this moment, she was surprised to see the crowd suddenly give way, and she was playing, but when she saw the appearance of Liz and Mar, she suddenly stopped, and her eyes were suddenly not deep, but showed girlish joy.

She said in a voice that no one could hear: "Hey, fate is always fickle, but it can always let you see the light in times of despair......"

Lis, on the other hand, looked at the player in the center of the town with a cold look without a hint of appreciation. Although she played it well, it was an indisputable fact that she had the credit of spiritual magic, which made Liz very unhappy.

"Hello everyone, I'm Fuya the Bard. The bard, who called himself Fuya, held the mandolin in his hand and bowed gently to the surrounding audience.

Suddenly there was thunderous applause, everyone looked at Fuya, looking forward to her beautiful music, and some people looked forward to her beauty under the veil, but they fell into silence. Because they are all looking forward to it......

"I'm glad to be in this town, it's a remote town, but it's so beautiful, and the scenery is a blessing from the gods. Fuya said intoxicatedly.

But everyone didn't see where the so-called beauty was, this town only had bare tree trunks, waiting for the cold wind of winter, and there were not even a few flowers, and there were only low-headed wildflowers on the side of the road, shivering and not daring to bloom their beauty.

"So where is the so-called beauty?" finally someone in the audience asked, it was a young man, he was slowly walking over.

His voice was neither loud nor small, but it was heard by Fuya. Lisi and Flax were both a little stunned, and then they both smiled, it was Tang Meng, although they didn't know why Tang Meng came back at noon.

The audience thinks that Tang Meng is a little rude, this is the polite words of the bard, which is equivalent to an opening remark, isn't it embarrassing for you to ask like this?

As a result, Fuya's eyes became brighter, and the cherry lips under the veil outlined a beautiful arc......

(To be continued.) )