Duchamp whistled and walked triumphantly and briskly in the direction of the inn.

When it comes to 'creation', if he takes off such a thing as 'discipline' and puts it in his pocket, he can take out thousands of songs from various countries that were previously stored on his computer and mobile phone, and all of them are famous songs that were sung at the moment.

There is too much plagiarism, and Duchamp will still blush, but it is barely possible to copy the first one occasionally.

Tonight's proposal was by no means accidental, as soon as he walked into the bar and saw the fuchsia halo, he immediately remembered a song that was also filled with purple mood:

"Dance to the beat of the drums, leave the world behind, and let us sip to our heart's content, in this violet moonlight.

The rose on the curls of her hair beckons you to turn and gaze, wanting to kiss her on the bridge, in this violet moonlight.

Raise your hats and glasses, and let us dance all night long, and in an instant time works our magic, in the violet moonlight.

Cheers to knights and ancient years, to witches and elves who live in enchanted forests, under this violet moonlight.

Soothsayer, what do you see, tell me in the future that the cards foreshadow, and let me share your secrets.

Close your eyes, get lost in the Middle Ages, taste this treasure, sing this ballad, under the violet moonlight.

I was filled with joy in the bright nights, which were the best start of the year, lighting up the lights and illuminating the four directions, under the violet moonlight. ”

This song is sung by a very sweet and gifted lady, but the tune of this song is relaxed and soft, and it can be sung with a male voice to achieve this charming effect, and it also works well with the mandolin.

What's more, some of the magical things mentioned here have a wonderful connection to some of the city's heritage, and are very close to Duchamp's feelings about the city as an outsider.

He hummed the song lightly as he returned to the hotel, took out the instruments that the others had wanted, and the 'moonlight', and hurried back to the bar.

The night's alcohol, dim lights and swaying girls are really the medicine that stimulates creativity, not only the three people, but many of the Swords and Roses are meditating with paper and pens, or scribbling on the paper while scribbling to the beat.

Many people in the bar knew about this peculiar contest and gathered around to comment curiously, waiting for the final touching result.

Duchamp first glanced at Lilmu, who had occupied the piano, and he was really trying to compose a hymn for the day, his fingers constantly running over the strings of the piano, but he only simulated the action of playing, but he did not really press it, and after a while he wrote a paragraph, as if he was confident.

Looking at Augua again, he laughed with the beautiful woman next to him, plucked the lute, and made some simple notes on the paper, as if he had written a lot.

Isaac, on the other hand, seems to have written the second draft, and I don't know what he wrote.

The real pen is Marc Song, this kid has his own notebook in front of him, which is recording today's events, presumably in addition to the 'Duchamp quotations', there must be a lot of 'Olivier quotations'.

Duchamp first brought the instruments he had brought with him, to Isaac, Dietrie, and Eisenberg.

He opened the case, ostentatiously walked up to Olivier's side, and introduced: "This is my usual instrument, it has a beautiful name, it is called 'moonlight', it is a special variety of mandolin, this one is specially made, the back plate is flat, and the shape is slightly different. ”

Illuminated by the purple-red light, the silver 'moonlight' reflects the colorful light, carrying a mysterious beauty of dreaminess and demonic coexistence.

Levi couldn't help but admire: "What a beautiful instrument, it seems to be in touch with you, I can see that it is very excited." ”

Duchamp said proudly, "Of course, because I have just composed a song with its name and color." ”

He walked up to the stage and announced the title of the song: "Under the Violet Moonlight".

The song's light-hearted and catchy lyrics quickly attracted a crowd of girls to hum along with it, and many were already able to hum along softly as they repeated the second repetition of "Dance to the drums, leave the world behind, let's sip for ourselves, in this violet moonlight."

Duchamp's own singing skills are mediocre, he has practiced seriously in the art cultivation class, and he has not made much progress, but for a song that does not pay much attention to singing skills, this deficiency can be completely compensated for by the amazing mandolin playing skills.

He took inspiration from Olivier's performance just now, and occasionally added a little suitable show of piano skills to it, so that this soft song also has a more lively atmosphere and is more integrated with the surrounding environment.

At the end of the song, Duchamp looked triumphantly at the people around him who were still in a composing frenzy, and continued to play some more rustic blues tunes casually.

It was Olivier who completed his composition first, and it seems to be another romantic song: "Love, let the lamp of hope burn endlessly." It's fate, you and I are reunited, in the middle of the night when there is only one starlight......"

"It's really quick!" Duchamp couldn't help but admire.

After Olivier finished singing, he bowed loudly to the audience and said: "I would like to dedicate this song to my young companion Learmour, who has been absent for a year, and to Styri, whom I have just met today, and to the princes of Swords and Roses. ”

"Bang dang!" Dietrie knocked over the wine glass in his hand, and the others who heard Au's quote for the first time were not much stronger, and Fang's wine glass almost fell to the ground. Even Learmour, who had long been accustomed to it, couldn't help but tremble his hands, and the tip of the pen pulled out a large line on the paper.

"At first glance, it's really mental pollution!" Duchamp snorted a few times to calm himself down.

Olivier was overjoyed, and he waved his hand and said: "Today is a rare opportunity, let me invite everyone here to have a drink, please try to sip a glass of wine, and you are welcome." ”

With that, he came down by himself, grabbed a seat at the bar, and said to the bartender, "One more glass of flame, and today I will not get drunk with everyone in the bar." ”

Learmour snatched it and said into Olivier's ear: "Your Excellency, just drink until you are almost done, and if you drink it any more, you will get drunk." ”

Olivier laughed loudly with two lumps of mellow red: "Little bad, what are you talking about, I, Olivier, except for women who persuade me to drink, but I will never get drunk." Come and toast to me and celebrate our reunion after a year's absence. ”