In the bright sunshine, a tall motor vehicle drove straight across the endless grassland. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

The tall motor vehicles that drove leisurely and comfortably on the grassland rolled up the dust all the way, and with reference to a white cloud in the distance, they always drove in the direction of the horizon.

In the car, in addition to the sound of the engine, there were also bursts of the sound of the Yueqin.

The violin soothing man was none other than Dolja Luna Mars, who sat in the back seat. She is an elven girl who believes in Lunaliu, the god of music.

The melody of the pink shell-like nails plucked the moon qin is almost up to the level of a master. With her skills, if she were to hold a concert in Japan, the concert hall would be full, and there might be a situation where the audience would have to stand and enjoy it because they couldn't find a seat. Yohji Itami, who was not familiar with the current state of the music industry, took it for granted that he had drawn such a scene in his mind based on the relevant manga plot from his memory.

"What's next?"

"Let's play a lively and cheerful tune. ”

After ordering a song to Durga, Itami looked down at his watch, then at the map, and then repeated the two actions in between.

"Got it, father. ”

As she spoke, Du Jia picked up Yueqin again.

"I said, Duja, isn't it time to change the title of [father]?" said Itami, still staring intently at the map.

He didn't turn his head away, partly because he was busy with the matter at hand, and partly because he was embarrassed by the title of "father".

"I~don't~want~. There's nothing to be ashamed of. ”

For some reason, Duja's cheeks and the tips of his ears flushed. "Yuu, Yuki or something, how can I scream. Mental instinct will stop me from ・・・・・・", looking at her muttering quietly, it seems that only the title of "father" can make her less inhibited.

"Block?"

"No~what~?~"

Deliberately raising his voice to perfunctory the past, Durga began to play a melodic tune according to Itami's wishes.

If only the comprehensible parts of the lyrics are extracted, this piece is mainly a humorous song about the throbbing heart of a young girl who falls in love with a certain man. The girl tried everything to attract the man's attention, but the bamboo basket was all empty, for which she sighed again and again, but in the end the girl's wish was fulfilled, to be precise, her wish had been fulfilled from the beginning.

"That's a great way to play, how long have you been playing this instrument?"

To Itami's question, Duggard replied as if he didn't care, "Let me think about it." It's been about a hundred years," she said, her pointed ears still swaying up and down.

"Hundreds of years・・・・・

Should we sincerely express our admiration, or should we nod our heads in favor of the fact that it took hundreds of years of practice to reach this level?

"In terms of performance, aren't all elves so good?"

"Yes. Elves of my age basically have their own musical instruments. ”

"Ah, I see. ”

So, what about the other elf here?

Itami shifted his gaze to the female black elf next to him.

After meeting his eyes, Yao smiled embarrassedly, nodded and said, "Well, that's it." ”

"Yao, what kind of instrument are you good at?"

"I can play the reed flute, but that's just a hobby. And never blown it to others. Of course, you're not an outsider, and I'd love to show you a hand, but it's better to do it when there's no one else around. It's still early, but if it's tonight, I don't know what you think, it hurts-"

Although Yao was a little embarrassed to express her thoughts in metaphorical terms, just as she tempted Itami with her delicate tone, she suddenly let out a muffled scream.

Since Itami was sitting in the co-pilot's seat, he couldn't see what was happening behind him, but Lori in the back seat of the co-pilot seat and Durja across from her seemed to be writhing back and forth, not knowing what they were doing.

"If I can't help at all, I won't have the face to see anyone!" or something, "how can you think of such a thing as a help!" or something, this kind of female bickering with each other quietly goes back and forth.

"It's time to do something・・・・・・ Itami mused. As he leaned out of his seat in order to turn around, Du Jia continued in a panic, as if he wanted to prevaricate the bickering.

"Father, father, my father, my father Hodrow's polychord is so good that anyone who listens to it will be captivated by his music!"

"Really? It turns out that Duja, your master is your father. ”

As soon as the words fell, Du Jia was stunned for a moment, and then said, "I don't have any master." ”

"And who did you learn from?"

Hearing this, Du Jia tilted his head and showed a confused expression.

Elves are born to be good at playing musical instruments, so the meaning of the question itself can be overwhelming for them to understand and how to answer. Duja is also in this situation.

But Yao, who was on the side, saw through Du Jia's troubles and reached out to her.

According to Yao, the elves are a race that does not go out of their way to learn similar skills from anyone. Even the martial arts and elven magic in the basic stage are learned by watching and watching, and then through their own practice and exploration, they continue to hone their skills and accumulate experience.

"So it's not so much that there is no master, it's better to say that all the people around you are masters. ”

"I see. ”

It's like no one goes out of their way to go out of their way to a teacher to learn how to speak or some skills that are necessary for everyday life. These things are naturally learned in ordinary life, and the situation of Durga and others is similar.

Because of this, elves like them usually don't use the level of strength as a criterion when evaluating a person. Although it can't be generalized, in short, they take strength very lightly.

In the elf's view, if someone is still a half-person who has not mastered a certain skill, it only means that he started late, and at the same time, the fact that another person has mastered it only means that he has spent enough time in this area. On the other hand, the practice of working hard in order to be superior to others in certain areas will be seen as bad behavior under the influence of the paranoid thinking of attachment.

"If you don't follow the habits of the trees, you have to do what you want, even if you plant them in fertile black soil, water them with a lot of water, and continue to exert their elven powers, but in the end, those trees will appear in an unnatural way? ”

Elves live much longer than humans, and they take a long time to do anything. As for the elves, they just take out their instruments from time to time to play with them purely for the sake of enjoying the music. So after a hundred or two hundred years of precipitation, they have developed a superb performance technique.

"I see. It's no wonder it's often said that many of the great people who are at the top of certain fields are eccentrics. ”

In the eyes of the elves, the system of learning knowledge and technology from the master and passing it on is for the short-lived races that lack the time to repeatedly explore themselves.

However, it is because of the consistent style of the elves - through the accumulation of bits and pieces of time, the style that can only be achieved after hundreds of years, so that human beings can rule the world as dominants.

"This concept of our elven race has always been spurned by humans. ”

As one of the humans, Itami muttered as he scratched his head.

"I don't know what to say about what you're talking about. If it were Beethoven or Mozart, I wonder how they would feel?"

"Hey, Edam. Who are those people you're talking about?"

Lori leaned over Itami's shoulders and put her hands on his shoulders as her long black hair poured down.

"In my world, they're all composers. Although they are already hundreds of years old, the songs they wrote have endured to this day. And it is said that both men have quite eccentric temperaments. ”

If they knew about the existence of the elves, would they be jealous of it?

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