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"Bang!" The wooden floor shook slightly, and the sound of heavy objects falling to the ground was clearly audible.

Could it be that the thief took advantage of the fire to rob? Saffron immediately jumped up, opened the door and ran out. The tavern admires his singing skills, provides food and lodging for free, and can't sit idly by and watch the thieves alone!

There are only three rooms on the second floor, the other two being a laundry room and a tavern owner's bedroom, which is located right next door to the saffron. As soon as he ran out, he saw the blood on the floor and couldn't help but be stunned. Following the direction of the bloodstains, Saffron saw that the bedroom door was hidden, and without thinking about it, he broke into the room and shouted, "Whoever you are, get out at once!" ”

The black baboon was struggling to get up from the floor with his elbows on his elbows, blood gushing from his thighs, shoulders, back, and chest.

"How are you?" Saffron cried out in surprise, and rushed over with an arrow to pick up the black baboon, "Oh my God, how did you get so badly injured?" Hurry up, go to my room, you can't trespass like this, others will think you're a thief! He turned sideways and was about to carry the black baboon.

The black baboon pressed Saffron's arm and gasped, "Foolish little ghost, this is my own room." ”

Saffron was dumbfounded: "You are the owner of this tavern?" ”

"Can you let me heal my wounds first and then answer the questions?" The black baboon smiled wryly and propped himself up, his arm shaking, reaching for the drawer on the bedside table.

"Oh, no problem. Come, I'll help you! The saffron opened its drawer, and the first layer was a messy stuff of gold coins, shiny, from all countries.

"Wow, boss, you're so rich!" Saffron snorted, and went to pull the second drawer, which was piled with old yellowed paper, full of poems with scores and soundtracks. Because it has been so long, the ink has faded, and the handwriting is slightly blurred. But one stroke at a time, it shows neatness.

"Awesome, so much poetry!" Saffron excitedly picked up the paper, looking at each other, "Drinking Song", "Dance with Me", "Moon River", "Yellow Ribbon on the Old Oak Tree"...... It's amazing, this is the score of the lost "Green Sleeves", and you have collected it! Hey, why haven't you heard of this "Listen to Me Sing This Song", it can't be - boss, you wrote it yourself, right? ”

The black baboon looked at the bleeding wounds all over his body, and was about to speak, when he saw the sometimes obsessed, sometimes amazed expression of the saffron, his eyes were in a trance, and he fell silent.

"Oh, you're still hurt, I'm so sorry!" After a while, the saffron woke up and put down the paper, and hurriedly opened the third drawer, which contained various wound medicines, bandages, and a few alchemical potions.

"Do me a favor, pour a basin of water, and have a bottle of rum on the table, bring it to me. There are also the packets of medicinal powder wrapped in black paper, and the white bag to be mixed with water. Then give me the tube of alchemy potion with the label on it...... "The black baboon took the basin of water brought by the saffron, took off his clothes, skillfully cleaned the wound, disinfected it, and applied all kinds of medicines. During the whole process, whether it was tearing off his clothes with the sticky flesh and blood, or pouring liquor on the wound, he looked as usual and did not say a word, and he was very admirable to see the crocasse.

"Boss, how did you get hurt?" Saffron helped the black baboon to the bed, sat down behind him, and helped him wrap a circle of bandages.

The black baboon hesitated for a moment and said, "There was an accident on the way." ”

"Ran into robbers? Hey, you're covered in scars. This scar is just a little bit close to the heart, almost dying, right? Saffron wrapped the bandage around the other's shoulder, tied the knot, and asked suspiciously, "Boss, what did you do before?" How to ......"

"When I was back in town, I happened to hear you at home

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I play the piano and sing in the bar, and I think it's good, so I ask people to invite you here. Like a cold knife cutting through wood, the black baboon interrupted the boy, "Listen to the little ghost, I'm just someone who wants to hear you sing, and you're just a bard." Other than that, why ask anything else? ”

"That's right, hehe." Saffron scratched her head and laughed, "It's like the famous saying that Bai Langning said - why do you have to know each other when you meet, right?" ”

The black baboon stared at the young man's smile as bright as gold, and his heart ached inexplicably. "Do you like the scores and the poems? It's yours! He waved his hand as if throwing away a pile of nasty garbage.

Saffron cheered and jumped off the bed: "Really? Boss, you're such a nice guy! But you must have spent a lot of effort collecting these poems, and it's not good to win people's favor. ”

"I don't need it anymore."

"Why?"

"How can there be so many whys? They can't be exchanged for money, they can't be eaten and clothed, it's just a pile of waste paper and a pile of nonsense. ”

"That's not what you're talking about." Saffron looked at each other earnestly.

"You tongue deserves to be cut out!" The black baboon turned his head and muttered, "Imp, in the bottom drawer, bring me the cigar." Yes, and matches! ”

This drawer is cluttered with cigar boxes, title deeds, precious stones, golden spurs, stinky socks...... There is also a large white straw hat in the corner.

"Wow, this is a hat that was popular with bards decades ago! My dead teacher also had one, but unfortunately it was lost. Saffron excitedly grabbed her straw hat and tried to put it on. The brim is wide and brimmed with gold ribbons, giving it a beautiful wavy shape. The whole straw hat is woven from rare edelweiss, which does not leak water and is not easily damaged.

"Bards nowadays only wear silk hats." The black baboon opened the humidor, and there was half a smoked cigar inside, with fine veins in the eggplant leaves, like a dark reddish-brown blood. "I've given it to you, take it."

"Boss, you're such a friend!" Saffron stroked the straw hat lovingly, her eyes suddenly lit up, and she exclaimed, "You used to be a bard, didn't you?"

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The black baboon struck a match, and the flickering light of the fire shone into his gloomy eyes. Suddenly, the match went out, and he drew one again, and whispered, "Yes, at your age, I have been a bard." That was a long time ago, and I remember that this top-notch Mainokuni cigar was given to me by a restaurateur. ”

Crocus said, "You must be singing very well." ”

The black baboon lit a cigar, and the smoke slowly rose, obscuring the eyes of the memory: "I will soon be unable to sing, and when I change my voice, my voice will be broken." The taverns that used to ask me to perform are no longer welcome. I tried to sing a few times, but rotten eggs and rotten tomatoes were always thrown. ”

He laughed in a strange voice, leaning back with a smile, blood oozing from the bandages: "Those people used to like my songs so much, but in the blink of an eye, I am nothing. ”

"And then?"

"I have to live without a future." The black baboon took a deep puff of his cigar and slowly exhaled a thick smoke, "There's nothing uglier than living." ”

"That's not right." "There's nothing more magnificent than living." ”

"What a stupid little ghost. In the future, you will understand that everything in this world is dark. ”

"But my teacher said that there is no absolute darkness in the world, even if it is a dark night, there is still light. The sun in the sky is always there, but we can't see it. ”

"What stupid things are you talking about? The sunlight that can shine on the body is considered sunshine. ”

"Why don't you go back to your hometown?"

The black baboon was silent, and after a long time, he took a few large puffs of his cigar: "There was once a small town that adopted an abandoned baby. Later, when the child grew up, he heard the townspeople talk behind their backs that the child's mother must be a prostitute and would abandon him. He couldn't stand this, so he left the town and never went back. ”

He sighed heavily, leaned back on the head of the bed, and stared out the window at the night.

The saffron followed his gaze, the tavern's sign swaying in the wind, old and broken, and the gold paint on "Spring is Home" had faded.

Same as those faded inks left on the paper.

"Boss, don't be upset." Saffron patted him gently, "Go back, you'll be happy." ”

"There's no going back. If you go the wrong way, you can't go back. The black baboon snuffed out the cigarette butt fiercely, "Go back to your room, little ghost, take your things and go, and don't bother me again." ”

Saffron stood quietly for a moment, then left with a large pile of song sheets and straw hats. The black baboon lay on the bed, gently stroking the half of the cigar.

It was the most alive time of his life.

After a while.

The door was pushed open again.

Someone sat in the doorway, plucking the strings and singing softly, the song echoing across the narrow wooden floor.

"When you're tired,

wandering the streets,

Come, listen to my songs, I am the happiest bard.

Let's pack our bags and get back on the road. ”

The black baboon's hand trembled suddenly, and in the dim light outside the door, a boy of his own age, wearing the straw hat he had worn, sang the songs he had written.

"When you leave your lover,

shed tears,

Come, listen to my songs, I am the warmest bard.

Let's pack our bags and get back on the road.

When you're empty-handed,

Loss of dreams,

Come, listen to my songs, I am the simplest of bards.

Let's pack our bags and get back on the road. ”

Midnight was silent, and the boy's singing echoed over and over again. Finally, in the deepest corner of his heart, in the faded place, a voice also sang softly along with the song.

"Let's pick up tomorrow and get back on the road."