"Don't ask me where I'm from, my hometown is far away......" The handsome bard played the lute, and the melodious song echoed in the small tavern.

Hearing the song, everyone in the tavern closed their eyes and enjoyed it silently, and even the people passing by outside stopped and listened to this beautiful song quietly.

When Isabella returned to the village with her sheep at sunset, she saw this peaceful picture.

She was taken aback, thinking that something was wrong in the village, so she hurriedly shook a villager who stood still, and then was complained about by others.

"Little Isha, if you shake it like this, your uncle's neck will be broken by you. ”

Isabella blushed, stopped, and asked, "What's the matter? Why are you all staying here?"

"We're listening to a song, there's a bard in the village, he's handsome, and he sings very well!" said the uncle, "Let's go and see it, and take care of your eyes." ”

Isabella's face turned red again, but instead of going to the tavern, she drove the sheep home first, and drove them into the fold one by one, and after carefully examining the sheepfold to make sure that the sheep would not run out, she hurried to the tavern.

It was getting late, and the people in the tavern were talking and laughing, and as soon as she entered, she saw a man in a white linen robe, who was incredibly handsome, talking to the village chief.

In this village, the village chief is undoubtedly the big man, he is responsible for the liaison between the village and the lord, the number of places to serve on errands, the share of taxes paid, and the various part-time jobs held by the villagers...... He is mostly responsible for liaising with the lord's castle. It can be said that he covers the sky with one hand, and in this village, he almost has the status equivalent of a lord.

Usually, Isabella is somewhat scared when she faces the village chief. Not only because the village chief is very powerful, but also because the village chief's son Duck is eyeing her and often comes to her to talk and amuse her when he has nothing to do.

In fact, there was nothing wrong with Duck, he was tall, strong, and knew how to shoot arrows, and he was the best young man in the village. But Isabella always felt that it was a bit ...... to get along with him and get married Anyway, it's a bit boring.

Because she refused to accept Duck's overtures, she was afraid to meet the village chief. But at this moment, she didn't care about the village chief at all, and her eyes were attracted by that man!

At first glance, he looked very young, as if he was only seventeen or eighteen years old, but on closer inspection, he felt that he was already in his twenties, exuding a mature temperament. He had a smile on his face, not the kind of smile that the hairy boy pretended to be great, nor the smile that the old man used to hide his stomach full of calculations, nor the smile of those stupid big men who were silly after their heads were empty and full, but a smile that was warm, peaceful, full of strength, but not at all afraid or disgusted.

Looking at his smile, Isabella unconsciously walked over to the table and asked in a soft tone that she would never normally have, "You...... Is it a bard?"

The handsome man smiled and nodded, picked up a strange-looking piano from his feet, and played it casually.

The sound of the piano was like a spring flowing down from a high mountain and flowing into her heart.

After a moment the harp sounded, the bard began to sing, and his voice was singing with a wonderful trill, and the notes beat on the tongue, on the strings, in the ears of the people, in Isabella's heart.

The whole tavern was quiet again, except for the melodious sound of the piano and the echoing of the song.

After a while, when the performance was over, the bard stood up and greeted everyone, and everyone came to their senses and applauded.

Isabella, of course, was clapping, and she was the one with the loudest applause.

Amid the applause, the bard smiled and held out his hand to her.

Only then did Isabella react - to ask the bard to perform, there was a fee.

Moreover, seeing that the bard's piano sound is so beautiful and the singing voice is so good, I am afraid it will be very expensive to ask him to perform a song, right?

She went to her pocket, but found only a few copper coins.

Her face turned red, and she felt like it was about to burn.

The bard smiled and took a copper coin from her hand: "This copper coin is a consolation to my old fellow. ”

As he spoke, he gently played the piano in his hand with his fingers and told everyone the identity of the "old man". Then he said, "As for me, beautiful girl, your smile is the best reward for me." ”

Isabella's face was no longer hot, and the flames came to her heart.

She was about to say something, when she suddenly remembered that she had been herding sheep today, and that she had just carried the lamb into the sheepfold, and her hands were covered with dust and wool - she had spread such hands in front of the bard?!

Oh, my God!

Her face flushed again and she ran out as fast as she could.

"What's wrong with her?" asked the bard, puzzled.

"Young girls are like that. The village chief smiled and said, "Their minds are like birds, one moment on the ground, one moment on the tree, and the other moment they fly away, and they don't understand what they are thinking." ”

The bard smiled and tilted his head: "You are right, the young girl is as lively and lovely as a bird. ”

As he spoke, he played the piano again: "This song, for the birds." ”

Isabella ran to the village well as fast as she had been when she had encountered a wolf last year. But at that time, she picked up a wooden stick to beat the wolf, and now, she is busy washing her hands.

After three times and five divided by two, the shepherd girl lifted a bucket of well water. She was about to put her hand in, but stopped.

Just now...... The bard seemed to have touched the hand when he took the copper coin......

She hesitated for a moment, carefully considering whether she needed to wash her hands.

At this moment, the singing came from afar.

Standing next to the well, she listened to the melodious singing and smiled intoxicatedly.

After a while, when the song was finished, she nodded, put down the bucket, and went home to bring the bucket for carrying water.

She had to wash her whole body clean, dress herself beautifully, and then go to the bard's songs!

The weather in autumn was a little cool, and the well water felt a bit biting when it fell on her body, but Isabella didn't feel cold at all. On the contrary, while taking a bath and thinking about the bard's smile, she felt that the well water was a little warm.

Perhaps, this warmth does not come from the well water, but from her heart.

Take a shower, change clothes, and fix your hair. It took Isabella a long time to dress up as she used to do for festivals in the village.

Then, she came to the door of the tavern.

The guests in the tavern had all gone back, and now the tavern was somewhat empty, except for the Bard sitting in the corner.

In front of him lay bread, wine, and broth, and he ate it leisurely. It's just the action of eating, but it also reveals a very beautiful rhythm, as if his whole person is a piano and is always playing.

Isabella took a deep breath and walked over.

"Thank you for the song. Her voice trembled slightly at first, but soon calmed down, "My name is Isabella. ”

"Isabella, nice name. The bard smiled, as if draped in moonlight, "My name is Nabiling, and I am a man who wanders the world like the wind." ”