In recent days, Lansi has always had trouble sleeping at night. There are many reasons for this, and they are all annoying her.

The first is the Starlight Circus, which Emier's father has given to him and Emelle. He trusts himself and hopes that he can carry on his last wish, continue the circus, and take care of the little sister Emelle. But what about himself? Like Yi Meier, he has no management talent, and after the circus is in his hands, it becomes more and more dilapidated, and if it were not for a group of loyal people behind him, I am afraid that it would have been impossible to operate.

And Emier, too, didn't take care of herself. The plump round face has become a sharp chin, and the lively little girl has also learned to calmly stand on the stage and sing to make money, and has become sensible and lovable, but she can't help but make people feel distressed. If she could, I really hope she would stand on the stage dressed beautifully and sing for love, not for life.

And those three orcs, if they weren't caught, they wouldn't know they were orcs at all. They are industrious and thrifty, and they work hard and hard, what kind of mistakes have they made to be discriminated against, so that Gaiyuri is so jealous? I don't know where they are now, whether they are in danger or not, Lansi is very worried.

After thinking about it for a while, I couldn't sleep anymore, so I sat up with the quilt. Lowering her head to see Emier's leg stretched out of the quilt, Lan Si smiled and put her leg under the quilt. Yi Meier didn't know what she dreamed of in her dream, she giggled twice, and said, "It's delicious~" smacked her mouth twice and continued to sleep.

Lan Si was not sleepy, and covered Yi Mei'er beside her tightly, but she put on a piece of clothing, and stared at the moonlight outside the window in a daze.

At this moment, the sound of whimpering bagpipes was heard.

At first, it was not loud, but as the night breeze came, the sound was intermittent. It's like a woman's soft cry in the quiet night, fluttering and flickering. With an inexplicable sadness.

Then the sound became real, and the mournful song flowed in the moonlight, whining in the wind, touching Lansi's heart.

Never heard anything like it. Low, sad, yet crystal clear, slowly circulating in the air, plucking the fastidious string in the deepest part of the heart.

Listening to it again, I feel that the sound is natural and simple, like clear water out of hibiscus, and there is naturally no carving. The music is so pure that it doesn't seem to be stained with any impurities, although it has indescribable sadness, it softly caresses people's hearts and brings a great soothing power. As if listening to it. The heart has become peaceful, the sadness has been precipitated, and I can't help chewing on the flavors of life. I only sigh that life is changeable, and the world is ruthless.

Attracted by the sound of bagpipes, Lansi finally couldn't help but get up and look for the sound.

The sound was not far away, just in front of the tent of the circus. There was a man who lit a bonfire and played a tune on an unknown instrument with his back to him.

The man looked at his back, his shoulders were wide and his waist was narrow. The back is very straight, it should be a man, not as tall as an adult man, a little bent, giving people a feeling of twilight. He had long hair that hung down to his shoulders, and he didn't tie it back with a string like other men in the Western Continent, but casually draped it over his shoulders. The two rounds of moonlight were like water, sprinkled on the hair, dyed with a layer of red and silver mixed glow, and the original color could not be seen.

The man seemed to be unaware of his arrival, and was still playing quietly, Lan Si only felt that his back and the night were natural, and he didn't dare to make the slightest sound to startle, but quietly walked into his silhouette under the campfire, and stopped to listen quietly.

It is still the kind of fresh and simple, clean and transparent song, absorbing the faint moonlight, gently wafting in the air in the silent night, bringing a sad and illusory feeling, and the soft and ethereal taste has a powerful power that hits people's hearts through the light of the bright moon. Lan Si listened quietly, only feeling that although the song was sad, it was full of upward hope, no matter how desperate and indifferent her heart was in reality, she could be moved by this voice.

The tune is still blowing, getting higher and higher, and the content has changed. In a trance, Lan Si saw the confrontation between the two sides of the freshly clothed angry horse. They are all heavily armored long swords, and Sen Ran's eyes are hidden under the helmet, only the blade is snow-white, reflecting the light without the slightest warmth. The horses were wheezing, snorting uneasily, and spewing white mist from their nostrils under the cold winter sun.

Immediately, the people moved with the horses, and the two sides rushed together to tear and kill, the people were shouting, the horses were neighing, and the blades were handed over in short arms, and there were sonorous sounds! In the middle of the battle, people kept falling, and blood flowed all over the ground. In the distance, the sad cries of women and the frightened cries of children can be faintly heard, weaving into a sad background sound.

The battle died down as the people fell, the cries of sorrow became distinct and audible, the main theme, and the sound of the battle became an inaudible epilogue. The battlefield was a mess, with broken limbs, broken armor, cracked shields, and broken blades all over the land.

The voices gradually faded away, and only the unknown song was still blowing slowly, flowing endlessly in the cold wind, as if you could see the flags fluttering in the battlefield crookedly, telling the most poignant stories. How many people have fallen, how many people have died, how many families have been ruined, how many widows have wept day and day, and how many children have woken up every night and night, only crying loudly to find their father, who is no longer there?

When she woke up from the big dream, Lan Si suddenly realized that she had unconsciously burst into tears, and the heavy sadness in her heart made her unable to breathe.

But I saw that the man hung his head, as if he was also immersed in his own music, and he couldn't extricate himself for a long time.

Under the moon, the two of them stood and sat down, both stunned.

After a long time, the man stood up and seemed to be leaving.

Lan Si instinctively trembled, "Please stay!"

"Who?" the man asked, and sure enough, it was a man, with an old, strange voice.

"Hello, I'm Lance Winchester. What is this piece called, sir?"

The man's upper body trembled irregularly, as if he was barely holding back, and after a while, he dragged that strange tone and said, "Brave heart." ”

Brave Heart? What a beautiful name. Just like the ethereal epilogue, even though it is sad, it insists on encouraging people, to be brave, not to be defeated by war, to fight bravely in troubled times, to be tenacious and unyielding, to face the miserable life, to grow in sadness, to rebuild their homes in the ruins, to become the whole song, not the highlight, but the most memorable part.

Lan Si was eager to run over and said, "Please teach me!"

"Don't come here!" the man shouted, "just stay there." ”

Lan Si stopped, looked at the man's back with some pity, and said again: "Please teach me!"

The man groaned for a moment and asked, "Do you really want to learn?"

Lan Si nodded, and suddenly felt that the person couldn't see it with his back to him, and hurriedly said, "I want to learn!"

"Why? It's not easy to learn this. I studied for more than half a month – most of my life. ”

Lan Si didn't listen too seriously, but said sincerely: "No matter how long it takes, I will learn! Learn this piece and the instrument you play." Your Excellency, please grant me this wish. Lansi swore that I would study them with the most devout heart. ”

"Why?" the man asked again.

Lan Si said: "Back to Your Excellency, I have had a wish since I was a child, that is, to sing to everyone, to sing my dreams, my wishes, and to bring joy and thinking to people with singing." I have loved singing since I was a child, and I have always believed that there is endless power in singing, which can bring happiness to people, bring happiness to people, and also make people reflect and think about the life they have passed. In the past, these were all ideals, and the songs I knew could never move people's hearts. Tonight, I finally heard music that touched my soul. Therefore, please be considerate of the singer's heart, please teach me, Lansi please!"

The man turned his back to Lan Si, and seemed to be a little moved when he heard it, and only after half a voice did he say, "Okay, I'll teach you." Come here every night and be alone. Remember, don't be delusional about what I look like!"

Lan Si was ecstatic and said respectfully: "Lan Si remembers Your Excellency's instructions and does not dare to forget. ”

The man nodded in satisfaction, and suddenly jumped out of thin air, his clothes fluttering, and only the campfire flickered, and the light of the fire flickered. Blue Silk did not dare to look at him squarely, but out of the corner of her eye, she saw the man leap up to the roof, tiptoe a little on the roof, and drift away like a great bird, leaving only the strange instrument and a roll of sheepskin by the campfire.

Blues ran over excitedly, carefully put away the music, and unfolded the sheepskin to see that there were two songs, one was Brave Heart, and the other was called Bonnie.

Lan Si was moved and inexplicably put it away, hurried back to the room, climbed into bed, held the parchment roll in his hand, and felt that this night was too illusory and unreal. Hearing all the tunes like that makes one wonder if what they are experiencing is not the real thing. It's just that the parchment roll in her hand is a constant reminder that it has indeed happened, not fake.

This night, Lan Si couldn't sleep anymore after all.

On the other side, Xu Zheng secretly opened the window, shivered with cold, and crawled in through the window by the moonlight like a sifting chaff, and touched the four young men to sleep next to them.

As soon as he lay down, he got up again, and spat out a gold coin from his mouth with a thud. Holding the gold coin and looking closely in the moonlight, there were indeed blood stains on it, and he was really pretending to put the gold coin in his mouth and pressed the tip of his tongue to learn from the old man when he bit his tongue when he spoke.

Xu Zheng glared at the gold coin and smiled bitterly: "Your grandmother's! I bit my tongue just by pretending once, and next time I pretend again, I don't know what retribution there will be. Scratching his scalp, he said to himself, "I want to sing to all people, bring joy and happiness, uh, a great dream." But...... Why does she keep calling me Your Excellency? Give you back, yours, I heard goosebumps all over my body and dance wildly...... Damn, I almost broke the joke. ”

Thinking of teaching that Blue Silk to learn the Irish elbow bagpipes, as well as the two pieces of Brave Heart and Bonnie, Xu Zheng's head was completely big!

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