Well, what kind of process should it be? Wait until I think about it!

Charlotte fell into deep thought, staring at the girl with her eyes, so frightened that she almost ran away with her brother.

It was Alice who reached out and poked Charlotte, waking him up.

"Ah, where did it come from? Yes, singing. Let's sing. ”

The girl relaxed a little, adjusted her mood, and opened her mouth to sing.

"Wait!" Charlotte interrupted the girl with a sudden voice.

The girl was nervous again. No, don't you still want to listen to exciting songs? The girl was really going to cry this time.

Alice giggled.

"Well, don't get me wrong. I don't mean anything else, I don't like to listen to the three vulgar songs. What eighteen mills, two mothers-in-law and one lang, I haven't heard of them all......"

Charlotte sat down and said, "In my hometown, singing is a very serious and sacred thing. According to our process, you have to tell your story before singing. In this way, you can impress the judges and the audience, and you can pass! ”

The dwarven brother put down his glass, he had been paying attention to this matter just now. After all, the elder brother is already more than two hundred years old, and even among the long-lived dwarves, he is about to enter middle age. The elder brother is well-informed, so naturally he will not trust a person.

Although in the previous contact with Charlotte, the old brother felt that he was worth making friends. But there is an old saying among the dwarves: it takes a hundred years to become friends from the time you know it.

It can be seen that dwarves are actually very stubborn and cautious in making friends. In many cases, it is often a person's parents or even grandparents who have a friendship with a dwarf, so as to perpetuate it.

The elder brother is one of the few enlightened dwarves, but he still decides to use this incident to see Charlotte's behavior.

Charlotte was in a hurry to be righteous, and no one in the entire tavern reached out to help, only he couldn't stand it and protected the girl. This made the old brother very happy.

I'm in love with this friend!

At this time, the old brother no longer pretended to be deaf and dumb, and leaned over and asked, "What kind of custom is this?" Tell a story before singing? ”

Charlotte took his brother's empty wine glass, took a full glass under the faucet of the small barrel on the table, and handed it over.

There is a saying: those who pour their own wine have no friends.

And when you invite a dwarf to drink, you can't call for a glass of wine, you need to call a few barrels and put them on the table to pick them up yourself. Otherwise, you won't be able to keep up with the rhythm.

"Brother, you don't know anything! In our hometown, singing requires standing on a large stage in a very large hall, with lighting, photography, and sound engineers. There were hundreds of people in the audience, and there were several judges. ”

Charlotte raised her glass and touched it with her brother, and took a big sip of "Goo-dong", "Then you go on stage, generally speaking, either you sing first, and then tell your own story." Or tell the story first, and then sing the song. Anyway, a story is a must, and your story is worse than the stock market! In this way, the audience and the judges will have a high evaluation......"

Charlotte generally recalls my famous show "China's Good Voice" in the Great Celestial Empire, while describing it to my brother. The old brother was bluffed, and he was stunned, and he forgot to drink.

"Why don't I sing it to you?" Charlotte was a little itchy.

"Don't! Don't don't, don't! The old song came back to its senses all at once, and if Charlotte had started singing, it would have been impossible to stop. Is the microphone monopoly a false name? When the time comes, I won't be able to drink well.

"Who? Tell your story! The old brother hurried to look at the girl, pretending not to see the longing on Charlotte's face.

Do you crave power? No, I crave to sing!

The girl's heart was completely shocked at this time. Although I didn't understand what this gentleman said, I could roughly understand what he meant.

Is there still such a place that values music? Mom, if I take my brother to this gentleman's hometown, I will be able to sing happily, right? Mom, please bless me.

The girl's heart calmed down as she remembered her deceased mother, and she spoke slowly, as if wondering where to start.

"I ...... My name is Celine, I'm 13 years old, and this is my brother Dimansh. He—He doesn't like to talk. ”

The girl's younger brother, Dimansh, was a little dazed, and did not have the liveliness and spirituality of a normal five or six-year-old boy. just tugged at the corner of her sister Celine's clothes and followed behind her in a daze.

The girl, Celine, gently wiped the stain on her brother's nose and whispered, "We are not inhabitants of Hersin. We moved here from a realm of freedom. My dad used to be a famous singer......"

Leo Tolstoy once said in "Anna Karenina": Happy families are mostly similar, while unhappy families have their own misfortunes.

Celine's father used to be a famous singer, and his family was happy and happy. Until one day her father went crazy and kicked the family out of the house and locked himself in the house. And then a fire burned everything......

After Celine's mother was a declining nobleman, she disconnected from the family and married Celine's father.

Unstaggered by the pain, this strong woman sold her few possessions and moved to Helsing, Norfolk, with her children.

In the realm of freedom, it is too likely that a poor woman with two children will end up in slavery.

But just three months ago, the girl's mother finally died of exhaustion and illness. Even when she was dying, she was telling her daughter to take care of her younger brother, not to give up hope, not to give up singing......

Celine has no choice, she washes other people's clothes by herself, and she has no way to support her brother. In the end, I chose to come to the tavern to sing to others, trying to get a little reward and buy a piece of black bread for my brother.

She actually knew that the tavern was chaotic and not a safe place. But she had no choice. She really couldn't do anything else......

Celine's story is tragic, but this is only one of the many tragedies, just one that Charlotte encountered.

Charlotte put down her glass and said in a deep voice, "If life deceives you, don't be sad, don't be angry!" Get through this sad day: Believe that a day of joy is coming. The heart lives in the future; Reality pales: everything is ephemeral and will pass; And everything that used to be will be lovely. ”

He said, "I once gave this poem to the unicorn goddess, and now I give it to you." Hope you can be as strong as your mother. I hope you can sing happily. ”

Celine's tears finally fell, and she didn't shed a single tear after her mother's death. No matter how hard it is, no one has shed a single tear. She knew that she was her brother's only support now, and she couldn't be weak.

But now she really can't help it, and she doesn't want to put up with it anymore. Tears are like the water of a river bursting its banks, like irrepressible raindrops in the clouds......

She nodded heavily. She is grateful to this gentleman, she will be strong, she will sing happily......

She remembered the song her mother had sung to her, during those difficult and frightening nights. Mom said that her heart will always be with us......

Celine began to sing softly, her voice ethereal, like a spring in the depths of the jungle, and like an echo in a deep valley. The voice changed from small to loud, and finally she was the only voice in the entire tavern:

"Every night, in my dreams

I see you, I feel you

I know your heart

Crossing the space of our hearts

You have revealed your coming to me

No matter how far you stay away from me

I believe my heart is with me

You knocked my heart open again

You melt into my heart

My heart goes with you

With you

……”

The song pierced the shell of the soul called indifference, and the song softened the dark cloud that filled the soul called malice. The song reverberates in your soul.

When you think of that song, you forget everything else, and there is no other sound in your head......

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PS: One poem, used twice. I'm such a thrifty little genius!!

Also, does anyone know what song this is?