In the early morning, the shops on the street have just opened, and the owners are cleaning the shops, while others are sitting at the door chatting with the neighboring shops. Passers-by lazily walked along the streets, sitting on roadside stalls, eating breakfast and reading newspapers.

It was supposed to be like this, a calm morning, a peaceful time. Just like the tea you drink every morning, there will always be a leisurely aftertaste in the plain. However, this morning's "clear tea" was filled with some condiments, and of course, it didn't look unpleasant.

Passers-by have breakfast and pass by the central garden, where the flowers are not beautiful in the morning, but the environment is still good. The white stone fountain gushes clear water and looks great in the sun, and the lush trees planted on the roadside always make the air fresh here. It's a great place to hang out and rest in the morning, and people who go to work and pass by always come to sit.

The central garden today is different, it's a sound whispering by the fountain, oh, that's the sound of a gilqin. Playing slowly, melodious music makes people have a rare enjoyment. It should be the bard who plays a solo here, which is a common occurrence. It's just that today's music is particularly beautiful. The melody is not an inherent routine on the mainland, it is not as sweet as the singing voice of a poet who makes himself romantic, and it does not have the style of an old-fashioned poet.

It's a very free melody, like a handsome playing, but it's so moving. In the garden, from a distance, it was a somewhat emaciated figure. Her long black hair was tied up haphazardly, hanging down from her waist, and she held a log-colored gil in her hand. When people look closely, whether it is a man or a woman, they can't help but sigh at what a beautiful person this is.

The creamy skin was whiter in the sunlight, and the deep black pupils stared in one direction. The lines on the face are very soft, but it doesn't look like a heroic feeling. At this time, he was sitting by the fountain and playing a cappella, singing songs that people could not understand, but they could inexplicably touch the feelings of the listeners.

It was undoubtedly a beautiful morning to be able to enjoy such beautiful singing. No one went up to disturb the poet, and those who passed by would sit for a while in the shade of the garden; Old people squint and walk in the garden; The maidens passed by, and saw the handsome poet, who was a little red at the sound of the song, bowed her head, and walked away quickly; Today, instead of chasing and playing around the fountain as before, the children sat quietly with their little heads propped up and listened to the singer's singing.

He walked down the street with a gloomy face, at this time he was not wearing the black and red light armor of yesterday evening, but wearing a dark black robe, and he did not have the cold helmet on his face, and his brown hair was broken, and some scarlet pupils were exposed to the sun. He wasn't in a good mood, and last night, his assassination failed.

This was the first defeat of the Tribulation, and since he betrayed his master and walked into the shadows, the last thing he wanted to face was failure.

suppressed his eyes, a trace of murderous intent flashed in his eyes, that thief must be killed by him, it must be so.

"Two breakfasts, take away."

At the stall, the boss was making breakfast when he heard a somewhat hoarse voice and raised his head in confusion. Looking at the pair of scarlet pupils staring at him unkindly, and the scar on the left side of the man's face, the boss's hand shook and sneered: "Sorry guest, please wait." ”

"Hurry up." Raid glanced at him, and stood to the side, thinking about the follow-up plan.

A voice interrupted his thoughts, and he looked up irritably at the source of the sound. Listening carefully, a very clean voice came, and the flat playing actually calmed his impetuous heart a lot.

"Guest, your breakfast." The boss's movements were fast, and two breakfast bags wrapped in oiled paper were handed to the robbery.

"Hmm." He opened his breakfast and ate it, but unconsciously walked in the direction of the voice.

Not far away, not much road, I came to a garden, and the flowers in the flower beds were swaying, but they had not yet bloomed. A man sat on the edge of the fountain, unhappily plucking the strings in his hand, and the xylophone sounded softly, which was very good.

He sat on the bench closest to the poet, only two meters away from the man, and looked at the man and listened to the song.

After the song was finished, the poet slowly fiddled with the xylophone, as if ready to leave.

At this moment, a little girl sitting next to the poet carefully pulled the corner of the poet's clothes.

The poet looked back for a moment, saw the child, smiled and asked, "What's wrong?" ”

"Brother, you sing very well, can you wait a while?" The little girl was a little scared and said timidly, and the few children sitting beside her also hurriedly looked at the young poet with expectant eyes.

"Well," said the poet again, smiling beside the children, "what do you want to hear?" ”

"Both, it's all right."

"Yes, it's all right."

The poet tilted his head playfully, then plucked the strings and sang softly.

(The following lyrics are not counted as words.) ）

If you have too many complaints about the world

If you fall, you don't dare to keep going

Why should people be so vulnerable and depraved?

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Remember when you said that home is the only castle

Continue to run with the Daoxiang River

Smiling slightly, I know the dream when I was a child

Don't cry and let the fireflies run away with you

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Under the pale golden sunlight, the poet sang briskly, swaying slightly. The children around him were sitting by the spring, dangling their little legs, with a look of enjoyment on their little faces. It's like a beautiful picture, which people can't bear to disturb and destroy.

He sat on one side, right in the shade of a tree, where the sun couldn't shine. The poet sang in a language he didn't understand, but the singing reminded him a lot, and it was something that had happened.

In the world of catastrophe, the time of this song is so long for him, it is like he doesn't want to interrupt, he just wants to be immersed for a little longer, a little longer.

The song stopped, and the poet picked up the piano in his hand and touched the children's little heads: "I'm leaving, goodbye." ”

The children were a little reluctant, but they still waved their hands obediently: "Goodbye, big brother." ”

Anchen stood up, carrying the piano on his back and preparing to leave. Dressed as a bard, partly to avoid being pursued, and partly to attract a few more people, so that she could ask and confirm that Riven was not in Demacia. She'll stay here for two weeks, sing here for two weeks, and she'll hope to hear a little bit about it. If you still don't have one, you can only move on to the next place to look for it.

"Hey." A person called An Chen from behind, and the voice An Chen was a little familiar, like a killer last night. But immediately shook his head, the voice was just a little hoarse, and the killer's voice was even more ugly.

An Chen turned his head and saw a brown-haired man, his face was angular and quite attractive, but unfortunately there was a scar on the left side of his face, which made him look a little vicious.

"Is there something wrong?" Anchen asked.

Looking at An Chen, he hesitated for a moment and said, "You, will you come again tomorrow?" ”

"Of course." Anchen replied with a smile.

Looking at the smile in the sun, he was stunned, and then nodded: "Well, you sing very well." Then he left with his head down.

"Thanks." Anchen didn't care, waved his hand at the robbery, turned around and walked towards those passers-by, and began to inquire about Rui Wen's news.