Many years later, he traveled through the world and still remembered that face.

The harp plucked from the traveler's fingers spread out on the seashore, and there were many onlookers for the traveler's face and the sound of the harp, and their eyes were full of admiration.

And the traveler only plucked the last note, and the negative harp of Liso rose.

There are also young and beautiful girls wearing light-colored flower skirts who are looking forward to Ai Ai blocking his way, looking up and asking reverently if they can play another song.

The traveler's expression did not move, and his voice was cold: "One song a day, only for her." ”

Who is she? I'm afraid that even the fishermen who live by the sea can't say why. The man in the white silk gown came every day, playing only once a day when the sun had gone down and the sea had begun to darken.

Sometimes the sound of the piano is pleasant, as if I think of my sweetheart. Sometimes it is low and hoarse, as if remembering old things that you don't want to face.

"Grandma, why does that gentleman always play the piano at night?"

The rejected girl was not annoyed, but ran to her door with a curious face to call Grandma in a daze.

The old elder smiled lightly: "Legend has it that the sea sirens feed on tourists, and they also love to listen to the sound of the harp. ”

"Huh?" The girl's eyes widened in fear: "Does that gentleman want to meet the Kraken?" ”

Grandma waved her hand and urged her to go back to the room earlier: "Don't worry so much about things, other people's wishes have nothing to do with you." ”

Those who tried to talk to him were all defeated. No one in the fishing village knew how long he had been here, and they couldn't guess where he had been every day, but one song a day was never unhindered, rain or shine.

When his lonely gaze calmly stared at the sea, his fingers would unconsciously rub the pure white long sword in the sheath on his side, and a touch of dark red happened to be dotted on the hilt, and the cold glow of the blade was full of sharpness.

He remembered the glow of joy in the eyes of his father, who had never looked at him before, when he offered his sword, and the light in his own eyes dimmed with the blood on the sword.

The sword was drawn, stained with some seawater, and he placed the blade on top of his palm, his eyebrows furrowed.

The sharpest sword in the world, but it won't hurt him. No matter how many times he tried to hurt himself with it, he never left any scars where the blade slashed. It's as if it deliberately put away its edge.

The more you can feel the silent gentle protection, the clearer the suffocating pain in your heart will be.

Divine position, power, ambition. Everything you want has now settled, but the heart that has been blinded by anger has begun to covet a better and gentler one.

The tide rose again, and the waves pushed the line of morning and dusk to engulf the last bit of red sunlight, and when the moon came out, the clear light that had been seen together fell quietly on the sea.

The lower tone of the fingers is out of tune, and the bitter heart doesn't know what to do to get rid of it, obviously he is a person who has been lost for a long time, why does he occasionally have the idea of wanting to be closer to her.

He rubbed his finger against the scabbard, as soft as if caressing the side of his lover's face.

"I've been on earth for thirty years, and the tavern where my mother used to live is no longer there, and I haven't gone far, I've been traveling around. The harp broke a string last month, and although I barely repaired it, the timbre was always a little different than before......" He lowered his head in some frustration, the pain in his eyes clearly visible in the moonlight: "If it's not pleasing to the ear, do you still like it?" ”

No one responded, as every time.

He didn't mind, just walked down the icy water, the chants he had heard spilling out of her mouth echoing in his mind.

"Huh? There are still people here. ”

A childish child's voice sounded beside him, and Lan looked sideways, and a boy in a small knight's costume was holding a delicate ball and looking at him curiously.

The boy was well-dressed, his eyes were innocent, and his short sword with various precious stones at his waist was shining, and he should be the young son of a noble family.

Without waiting for Lan to answer, the boy spoke again: "Shhh, I sneaked out, I want to come to the beach to play, do you want to too?" ”

Lan was stunned and nodded slowly, and the boy made a grimace with a smile and kicked the ball in the ankle-drowning water: "In the story that the maid told me, if you hear someone singing on the beach at night, you will meet a mermaid." ”

The Lan ghost sent the god to answer the call and asked, "And then?" ”

"Then the mermaid will save the little prince who is in distress, and then they will be happy together!" The boy's tone sounded a little excited, as if he was expecting something: "Although, this ending is my own thought, the maid told that the ending is that the prince is happy with others, and the little mermaid turns into a bubble at sunrise because she can't bear to hurt the prince in exchange for her own freedom." ”

It turns out that the story she told ended ......

The pain that she had endured for many years was now densely flooded, I don't know where it hurts, my heart hurts, my head hurts, as long as I think of her voice, the way she bends her eyes, it is as unbearable as if she has been poisoned.

The boy didn't notice Lan's abnormality, but opened his eyes wide in excitement and asked, "Big brother, do you think there really is a little mermaid in the sea?" Is she pretty? Is singing good? ”

Lan pursed her lips and smiled bitterly: "It's beautiful, it's the best." ”

The boy looked at him suspiciously: "Have you seen it?" ”

As soon as the words fell, the ball that had been parked at his feet was washed by the sea and fell into the deep water, and the boy chased after his ball, not realizing the danger of the sea to humans.

And it was the moment when his footsteps were unsteady and he was washed down along the waves, and under the bright moon on the sea, the long-haired beauties came, and the air was filled with holy chanting.

is still the white hair and golden eyes in memory, and the beautiful fishtail is as white as the moon.

Lan staggered two steps in disbelief, and before he could say his name, the mermaid suddenly appeared and swam to the shore with the boy who had fallen into the sea.

The boy was obviously stupid, and stammered dumbly with his ball in his arms: "Sea... Nautical mile...... There really are mermaids! Beautiful sister look at me!! My father is the king, and I will inherit the whole kingdom in the future, and..."The boy looked a little embarrassed: "So when I grow up, can you stay with me... I'm not going to turn you into a bubble. ”

Lan, who was taken first by the little boy, felt that he couldn't breathe, and almost couldn't help but throw him back into the sea and drown.

And the mermaid just put him on the ground and gently touched the boy's hair, and the tone that overflowed from his voice was incredible: "The obedient little prince will not go to the beach alone at night." ”

She turned around to leave, but was stopped by the word "绻" in the mouth of the young man who had been stunned from the beginning.

Looking back, I caught a glimpse of the man's stunned gaze, a look of joy and pain mixed with joy. He was even trembling with the hand he was reaching out to her: "Juan, come here." ”

It was as if he had called her so many times in a glass cage.

And this time, she did not obey and did not run to him as before. Instead, he gently stroked his hair, smiled and asked softly, "Who are you?" ”

Who are you?

Until the beautiful fishtail disappeared from the sea again, leaving only the bright moon, he was still trapped in this sentence, looking blankly at his outstretched hand.

Yes, he is not the prince of the story, but he gave her a cruel ending than turning into a bubble.

When all the likes are exhausted, although there is no resentment, it will only be a stranger.

I don't know where the pain came from, but the tears in his eyes fell one by one into the sea where the tide rose.

He looked up, only to feel that the moonlight at this time was like the most unreachable light he had ever seen in the Heavenly Palace.