Maybe it was because the wound was healed so he was a little "carried away", or maybe it was Robin's expression at this time that awakened Jack's trembling soul, in short, he cleared his throat without Robin's refusal and sang loudly. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

"Who killed the robin?

I, said the sparrow, with my bow and arrows, I slew the robin.

Who saw his death?

I, said the fly, with my little eyes, I saw him dead.

Who took his blood?

I, said the fish, with my little saucer, I took his blood

Who will make a shroud for him?

I, the beetle said......"

Of course, the nursery rhyme that Jack sings cannot be "The Flying Mockingbird", not only the lyrics, but also the melody are very different.

But this is also a nursery rhyme related to robins, which does not belong to Ettletta, but comes from the old times of the earth.

The name of the song is "Who Killed the Mockingbird", because it was a nursery rhyme at the beginning, so the melody is simple and bright, and it will only make people sound very scary, but then I don't know that the ghost remade a song for this nursery rhyme, and he adds an eerie and dark atmosphere to the story with an uncomfortable rhythm and illogical, even somewhat distorted melody, telling a bloody and cruel fairy tale.

Thanks to this ghost talent, and thanks to the prank of the big sister who once came to volunteer at the orphanage, this song once became the theme of the young Yue Qing's nightmares, and at the same time, perhaps because he always fantasized about the soul of the robin wandering in the sky, Yue Qing had the problem of being afraid of ghosts.

And now, of course, Jack sings the latter tune, and he has seen Robin's love for robins before, so, just as adults like to tease children by snatching candy from them, Jack also wants to "bully" Robin by singing this song.

At the end of the song, Robin stared at her big eyes a little blankly, her long eyelashes trembled slightly, her green pupils like a lake rippled with water, and she gently opened her little mouth.

Just when Jack thought that he was too much and scared Robin stupid, Robin jumped up from the ground excitedly, and it was really cunning, and he almost hit the instrument above everyone's heads.

"Great, this song is so feeling, although it does not have the ethereal holiness of the Mass, although it does not have the style and rigor of the concerto, although it does not have the melodious melody of the nocturne, but it has its own style, it has its own unique beauty, I feel like I have seen the castle of the blood elves standing in the mountains, it is so noble and unique and not superficial kitsch. Now, Jack, is this your own song? Why have I never heard such a good song? How did you come up with it, and what kind of mood did you come up with such a unique style, you know, you remind me of the famous nursery rhyme "Satan in Reflection"!"

"Ah...... Oh!" Because the scary plan failed, Jack fell into a sluggish state of [this is not the same as promised], he was a little stunned to respond to Robin's praise, and after a while he reacted and quickly denied it.

"No, I didn't do it, I just heard it sung by others. ”

"Who is that? What does that man look like, I guess it's a bard, right? He must have a harp on his back, drinking wine and singing, right? Ah, do you know him? Can you introduce him to me? I think he must be a prodigal son who is a suave man, but because he sees through the world, he plays with the world, this is really ......."

"Wait, wait!" Jack quickly interrupted Robin's fantasy and questioning, he really didn't know how to answer Robin's question, so he could only change the topic stiffly, and after thinking for about three seconds, he threw out the question in front of Robin's big eyes that seemed to be able to speak, "What is "Satan in Reflection"? There doesn't seem to be a shadow of this nursery rhyme in my childhood memory, where is it circulating?"

"You haven't heard 'Satan in Reflection'?" Robin's eyes were full of pity, "this is a nursery rhyme that is spread throughout the southern part of Jeddara, whether it is a nobleman or a commoner, their parents, of course often mothers, will sing this song to help the children fall into a deep sleep, I have been to the aristocratic quarters to preach, they have all heard......"

"When I was eight years old, my parents died......" Jack lowered his head and bent his legs, finding them as nimble as usual, "and my mother sang a lot of nursery rhymes to me, but she never sang this song." ”

"Oh, poor child, your mother may not have time to sing this song...... I'm sorry, I'm not very good at talking......" Robin fell silent, she moved closer to Jack and opened her arms at him.

"What?" Jack, who looked up at the scene, smiled and said, "Are you going to give me a comforting hug?"

"Well, of course...... No!" Robin raised an eyebrow, the natural girl showing her playfulness at this point.

Her right hand touched her in front of her and made a gesture of holding the piano, and then the instruments in the air suddenly jumped and spun, and the magic radiated from above, projecting a transparent pale blue Stura-jumping string piano into Robin's arms.

The classic Stura string jumper, with a magnetic and penetrating sound, resembles a somewhat hoarse man's voice, and is best used to play mid-bass chords.

"Shall I sing this song for you?" said Robin, stroking four light strings from top to bottom, not in tune, but with a faint sense of sadness.

"Good. Jack nodded.

The prelude sounded.

The broken rhythms and eerie melodies similar to those of "Who Killed the Robin" unexpectedly sound tender, and the girl's beautiful voice casts a veil of sadness over this tenderness.

"Oh!

Who put the horns in your head?

It's your father, whose fingers put horns on you.

Who put horses' hooves on your feet?

It's your mother, whose needlework weaves the horse's hooves for you.

Who tied the oxtail around your waist?

It's your naughty brother whose red scarf makes your oxtail.

In this cold winter night, who took off your coat for you?

It's me, I'm talking to you, taking off your cloak for you.

The baby looks back.

Look at your friend, Satan.

He spends the night with you in his reflection.

Oh! The baby looks back.

Who put the horns in your head?

It's your father, whose fingers put horns on you.

Who put horses' hooves on your feet?

It's your mother, whose needlework weaves the horse's hooves for you.

Who tied the oxtail around your waist?

It's your naughty brother whose red scarf makes your oxtail.

In this cold winter night, who took off your coat for you?

......”

By the time Robin finished singing, Jack was lost in thought.

"What's the matter, am I singing the wrong thing again?"

"No, I remember the tune, my mom sang me the same melody, but the song she sang was called 'Ash City in Reflections.'" ”

Jack's instincts tell him that there might be a huge secret hidden in this coincidental mistake.

――――Attached: Ash City in the Reflection――――

Oh! The baby looks back.

Who gave the city a name?

It's the demons whose lava has reduced everything to ashes.

Who decorated the city?

It's Satan, whose wild laughter adorns everything.

Who brought the light to the city?

is the great Guardian of the Scales,

He turned the scorched earth into a reflection of the future.

The baby looks back.

Look at the city at your feet.

The devil decays silently in the reflection.

(To put it weakly, this book does not promote the core values of socialism, no, uncle, we don't.) As for the reason, just because the author hates this kind of labeling, ORZ, I want to show a complex world, there is light and darkness, there are mixed ideas, there are all kinds of people, of course, the protagonist will try to guide everyone to the "right" path in the contradictions. ）