The bed in the standard room of the hotel is warm and clean, smell it carefully, there is actually the unique aroma of the cotton fabric that has been sunburned, this sleep Yi Hui slept very steadily, very peacefully, Yi Hui, who had experienced more than ten days of wind and food and sleeping in the open life, finally had a good night's rest.

Since he had been staying in the hotel for a day, Yi Hui decided to take a break in the village now, and buy some fresh ingredients for the road to eat.

He learned from the innkeeper that the name of this village is Pumpkin Village, and the name is very earthy and easy to remember, because this village has liked to grow pumpkins and eat pumpkins for generations. Yi Hui smiled at this strange way of naming, although it was a little dirty, but it was also very kind, and he couldn't help but want to buy some pumpkins that the village was proud of.

The village is a small village, with a total of a few thousand households, and is surrounded by a two-story wooden parapet made of giant logs cut down from the forest, and a large amount of earthwork is filled in between to provide a thicker protection for such a wooden wall. Because it is a village located in the wild, the vigilance against all kinds of beasts and monsters is still quite high, and the original intention of building such a defense also has the meaning of defending against the ubiquitous bandit groups coming to raid.

For many years, the village has hired a group of fixed mercenaries to maintain security, and the mercenary group here is maintained at about three or four hundred people, some of whom have settled in this village to marry wives and have children, and they are already considered to be people in this village. The mercenaries who settled in the village were no longer called mercenaries, and they chose to live a stable life, and the task of defending the village changed from the previous paid task to protect their homeland.

In fact, whether it is a mercenary or a villager who settles in Pumpkin Village, they have chosen their own lives and live according to their own wishes, which is enough.

Yi Hui leisurely wandered around the market in the middle of the village, holding a fresh apple in his right hand and putting it into his mouth.

Not to mention, the fruits grown by the fruit farmers in this village are really delicious, all green and natural, you can eat them directly by rubbing them on the placket, and you don't have to worry about pesticide residues at all than on the earth, and there are no pesticides here at all.

After talking with the fruit farmer who planted these apples, Yi Hui learned that the fruit farmer said that he was a former mercenary magician, and his level was not high, and he was only a level 2 entry, so who knew that the effect of applying magic to planting fruits was surprisingly good. The farmer is constantly applying light to several apple trees to prolong the light time of the fruit trees, and constantly condensing water elements at the roots of the fruit trees to increase the water content of the fruit trees' root system and adjust the proportion of groundwater content to make the roots of the trees healthier. If there is a natural disaster such as hail, he will even put up a primary defensive shield for a few of his key fruit trees.

Yi Hui was simply speechless at this magician, if it was a normal magician, how could he put down the shelf to plant fruit trees, and kept thinking about using magic to improve the yield and quality of fruit trees. It's also thanks to being a mercenary for a few years that I can be so open, and the group of academic magicians in the Academy of Magic probably won't do such a "lowly" thing as planting trees if they die for the rest of their lives. The fruit farmer knew that his talent in magic was really limited, and that he could not play a role as a skilled archer in the mercenary group, so he resolutely married a wife and gave birth to a child in this pumpkin village to concentrate on planting trees.

The world is so big, everyone has it, Yi Hui went to other places after purchasing fruits. For such a wonderful magician, Yi Hui didn't feel that there was anything wrong, after all, how to live is his own business, and no one else can take care of it, and in his opinion, the most important thing to be a man is to be happy, if planting trees can make him Yi Hui so willing, I believe he will resolutely choose to live such a life.

Yi Hui came to the square in the center of the village while nibbling on an apple, there were not many people in the square, and today was not a day to catch a market. Sitting on a stone bench by the man-made fountain in the center of the square, Yi Hui enjoyed this moment of tranquility.

A melodious piano sound gently penetrated Yi Hui's ears, flickering, listening to this piano sound Yi Hui felt a little relaxed all over his body. Strictly speaking, this is the first time Yi Hui has seen music in this world. The sound sounds like guitar chords, but it's not very accurate, and it sounds a little strange to Yi Hui, who has studied guitar seriously for a few years to attract the attention of girls.

Following the sound of the piano, Yi Hui looked all the way, and in the corner of the square, Yi Hui saw a young man with a thin figure, ten slender fingers, a soft long light brown hair, and a hat with a gorgeous feather, sitting on a stone bench, playing with a piano with only five strings, but like a pipa, but slightly longer than a guitar, although his clothes were a little torn, he was also neatly dressed, meticulously dressed, and washed very cleanly.

Yi Hui stood and listened for a while, and after getting used to it, he gradually felt that this young man's piano was still quite good. After playing the song, Yi Hui couldn't help but applaud.

The young man playing the piano raised his eyes and looked at Yi Hui, it was difficult for him not to notice Yi Hui, because Yi Hui was the only one in the entire square who could stop and listen to him play and applaud. The young steel-gray eyes showed a hint of joy.

"Good playing, let's do another song." Yi Hui said to the young man.

"It's an honor to have your compliment, but before I hear the next piece, can you give me a few silver coins for my art so that I can fill my stomach and play for you?" I'm a bard passing through here, and I'm on my artistic journey, and if you can sponsor my artistic career a little more, I can even compose a hymn for you to sing around. The young man's voice sounded weak, and it was obvious that he hadn't eaten a full meal for many days.

Yi Hui was surprised, it turned out to be an entertainer, he finally saw the bard of this world, and he generously invited the bard to lunch together.

Meals were also served at Yi Hui's hotel, where he ordered a large plate of roast chicken, two large pieces of toast, a fruit salad and a thinly sliced pork ham. A large table of food was placed in front of the two, and the young man waved his knife and fork without Yi Hui greeting him, and began to eat quickly.

Yi Hui is strange that although this young man eats fast enough, his appearance is not ugly, and it can even be said to be elegant. The food on the table quickly decreased, and in order to feed the young man, Yi Hui asked the proprietress to serve them a few more hard dishes.

After almost eating a meal for five, the young man finally stopped eating, took a deep sip of the thick vegetable soup in the clay bowl, and let out a sigh of satisfaction.

"Thank you very much for your hospitality, generous sir. I am Tataño, a bard, and I am constantly practicing on the path of art, and I have spent all my money passing through this place, but there are not many people in this village who seem to know music, so I am a little anxious to eat under the temptation of a table full of delicious food. The bard, Tataño, apologized for his eating relative Yihui.

"It's okay, it's best to eat well." Yi Hui said, pointing to the ukulele that Tataño was carrying on his back and asked, "I take the liberty of asking, what kind of instrument is this?" ”

"This?" Tataño took it off from behind his back and put it on the cleaned dining table to show Yi Hui and said, "This is called the Lute Piano, which I got from Estes, the land of the Elves, and I have been there for more than two years for this piano. ”

"Oh, can you show me?" Yi Hui said.

"Very willingly." Tataño pushed the piano in front of Yi Hui.

Yi Hui picked up the lute and played a few mononotes with the guitar, and found that the performance of this lute was also the same as the guitar. So he also unceremoniously tried to play a song "The Moon Represents My Heart" that he had been exercising on the guitar for a long time before, this song was the campus sister Divine Comedy before he crossed over here, which was easy to learn and had a profound meaning.

The melodious melody slowly spread out like a slender and supple silk thread at Yi Hui's fingertips, and Tataño on the other side was amazed.

After Yi Hui finished playing, Tataño gently puffed his palms three times and said: "I didn't expect you to be a learned person with such high attainments in art, I feel the white moonlight, the thirst for love and the firm belief in your music, good song!" Good song! If you don't mind, I'd like to record this tune, I wonder if it upsets you by doing so? I love this song so much, please grant my request! Tataño looked at Yi Hui with his hands folded together as if pleading, and when he spoke before, he had quickly pulled out a quill and parchment from the bag he was carrying, and as soon as Yi Hui nodded, he could immediately start copying the score.

"Please, I'm glad you like this song too." Yi Hui waved his hand very generously.

Knowing that he could transcribe this piece, Tatanio's face was first happy, and then the joy flashed and turned into a serious expression on his brows, he lowered his head, and the quill pen in his hand quickly sketched notes on the parchment that Yi Hui could not understand, and it seemed that he was indeed seriously recording this score.

Looking at Tataño who was so serious, Yi Hui was inconvenient to disturb. The pale yellow parchment was quickly filled with Tatagneo's quick writing, and finally the last note fell, and Tatagneo exhaled with relief.

"It's finally finished." Tatanio took the sheet he had just finished and looked left and right, and after doing so three times, he raised his head and asked Yi Hui, "I don't know what the name of this piece is?" ”

"Oh, this one." Yi Hui smiled and said, "The name of this song is "The Moon Represents My Heart". ”

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