Esther's luck in finding a job was still going well, though not quite as she had expected.

"Sorry, we don't have any plans to hire right now." Rejecting Esther was a woman with her head held high, the proprietress of the café, with a hooked nose, high eyebrows, and a flattering smile when she smiled. But when she heard Esther's intention, she immediately straightened her face.

"Sorry to interrupt."

But before Esther stepped out of the store, someone poked her head out of the window leading to the back kitchen: "Wait, do you know how to play the piano?" ”

"Thomson! I'm warning you! Stop thinking about your! I'll find a second-hand store and throw it out next month! You can also buy a new pot that way, so that it doesn't take up space in the store! ”

The round-faced cook leaning out of the window smiled heartily, and his neat bald head was covered with a flattened chef's hat: "Believe my dear, if there is a little musician, our café will be more popular!" There's no better sales pitch than music! ”

A rag used to wipe the table was thrown in the cook's face, causing him to let out a strange cry and then retract his head. The proprietress glared at Esther menacingly, pointing to the object covered with a dust cloth in the small corner, which occupied an almost double position in the small café, "Did you hear him?" Will you? That's something that only rich families can afford to learn! I really don't understand what he bought it for. ”

"I can try, I've learned it before."

"I'll just say, I can't afford to learn from your poor sourness...... Wait, you really know how to play? The proprietress raised her hooked nose slightly, and looked at Esther twice, "Try it." Anyway, my stupid gentleman himself can't play, and he was cheated into spending a lot of money, which is really infuriating. ”

The back kitchen came back to the mouth: "I bought it for a very low price!" It was a true aristocratic thing many years ago! ”

"Phew! I think you've been fooled by those second-hand dealers from unknown sources! ”

Esther walked to the piano in the corner, lifted the dust-proof cloth cover, and uncovered some old things in Li Xing's recollections: when she was very young, quality education and art tutoring were still the mainstream among children, and finally out of the expectations of her parents, she learned piano and even passed the exam. But as the college entrance examination approached, everything was thrown aside, and the piano was soon sold to someone else, leaving only the melody engraved in memory and the increasingly rusty fingering.

But this was a minor problem for Esther - her fingers had the "Thief" path bonus, and the "Decryptor" was parsed enough to allow her to quickly reproduce the music she remembered.

It's so convenient. Esther sighed and touched the surface of the piano, and there were a few sword-like scratches on the side, and there were also a lot of wear and tear left by the handling of the edges and corners. She lifted the lid and pressed a few notes, there was not much deviation from the pitch change, the piano was well maintained, and it seemed that the chef owner was treating this "old singer" with care.

The first few buttons were still familiar to Esther, but as the soft melody in her head became clearer, the speed of her finger movements gradually increased. The beautiful and quiet sound of the piano swirled out and spread out in the daffodil street outside, like a young girl with a skirt, singing and dancing outside the coffee shop, her face melancholy and full of anticipation.

It is the first movement of Beethoven's Moonlight Sonata.

Esther's eyes gradually drooped, and the clearer the melody in her mind, the less energy she needed to concentrate on playing, and her whole body was immersed in a meditative, ethereal state, and the movements of her hands became more and more fluid. The crooked-nosed lady and the chef kept their mouths shut, listening in amazement to the young lady's music, and even forgetting to continue arguing about whether or not this piano cost money.

A few passers-by even stopped outside the window, listening to the piano with enjoyment, but suddenly came to their senses, realized that they shouldn't be wasting their time here, silently noted the location of the café, and hurried to their destination.

When the piece was over, Esther slowly withdrew her hand, staring at the black and white keys for several seconds. It's a little hard to believe that she actually played like this, without even the slightest jam or pause, and it was more relaxed and natural than any practice in her memory.

There was a frenzy of applause, and the chef had already walked from behind to the store, his mouth with a few short beards almost grinning to the base of his ears. He clapped and rubbed his hands together excitedly, jumped twice in childish motion, and then looked pleading at the hook-nosed proprietress with a pleading face, her sparkling eyes drowning out with a huge smile on his face.

The proprietress sighed: "Okay, okay, let's try it first!" Try it for a week and decide if you want her to stay! ”

So the three of them introduced themselves to each other, the self-proclaimed "music lover" cook was named Thomson Monette, and the hook-nosed and stingy proprietress was his wife, Martha Monette. The couple's mom-and-pop shop has been open on Lily of the Valley Street for ten years, and although there are frequent quarrels, the two have supported each other and run the business well, retaining a group of regular customers in the store.

"Listen, you can't spend money in vain if you stay! Although there are only so many customers in the shop, you can help with the food or wash the dishes when you run out of people! ”

"Okay Madame Monette, that's what I'm supposed to do."

"Call me Martha! Monet is not good again. Martha glared irritably at the delivery window, and Thomson, who had just poked his head out and smirked, immediately retracted his head.

"So do I want to start my job today?" Esther pointed to the piano in the corner, and she was now looking at the piano full of history.

Martha nodded: "If you like it, you can play, I said that I will give you a salary increase if I say that it will be nine souls a week!" The tip that guests tip you is your own. You can come later tomorrow, and there will be more people from eleven o'clock. ”

Esther happily responded, and a voice came from the back kitchen: "If you don't dislike my craft, the store can provide some food for free!" ”

"Thomson! Sooner or later, you're going to make us lose our pants! Martha roared and turned to Esther, "He's actually very good at his craft, otherwise we wouldn't have chosen to open a café, would we?" Don't say that to anyone. Anyway, the store doesn't cost you a piece of bread, but there is a charge for other things! ”

Esther smiled and nodded, feeling a lot of affection for the couple who sang duets in this café.

Martha snorted coldly: "Is the place where you live far away?" ”

"It's not far away, it's at the next building where the seventh is there."

"Oh? Apartment Seven? Then you have to be careful, Romano always talks to plants, very strange. Since you live very close, stay a little longer in the evening and help me wash the dishes. ”

"It's not good for you to let a little pianist do your chores, my dear."

The rag made another arc in the air and flew towards the kitchen window: "Thomson! You've lost your temper today, haven't you!? Just know to talk back to me! ”

Esther also chuckled silly: "It's okay, I do all the work like washing dishes." ”

Martha muttered as she picked up the rag again, and threw a string of eye knives at Thomson's smiling face: "Just do it!" I don't have to spend money and have to work hard alone......"

——

In the evening, Norn walked out of the crowded subway station, carrying a shoulder bag full of books and notes, and tiredly walked through the street of lily of the valley, which has not changed day after day.

No, something seems to have changed.

Norn pulled himself together, and instead of stopping at the bottom of Apartment Seven, he walked around the corner of the next block, wondering why there were several people gathered there.

"Cafe Nature" has been open for ten years on the 29th, and it can be regarded as "a small reputation" - bearing this name, it has become a well-known joke in the neighborhood because the store has no music performance at all.

Even if the owner Thomson came back with an old piano that had been sold for several years, they couldn't afford to hire any real musicians, so the boss tried to play it himself, and the farce ended with the happier laughter of the regular customers.

But today there was an exception, and the people who stopped outside the shop were attracted to it, and as soon as Norn walked near the café, he heard the cheerful and lively music, and the sound of the piano slowly touched his tired heart.

The piano, with its side facing the glass window, is singing today.

This is not accurate, after all, the player sits in front of the piano, and the black and white rise and fall under the hands of the young woman, like a window lattice beaten by raindrops, and it does not stop for a moment.

Norn stared at "Luna" in front of the piano, her eyes half-closed, and her soft and serene demeanor seemed so reverent.

It looks like a bouquet that should be placed in front of the shrine and offered to the gods.

When Norn noticed this thought, he was shocked, and quickly took a few deep breaths to suppress the evil thoughts evoked by the faint whispering. He didn't go into the café, but just stood outside, like a few other passers-by, quietly listening to the performer's work.

A man suddenly stretched out his arm from behind, wrapped his arms around Norn's shoulders and pressed them against him, and greeted him unusually cheerfully:

"Hey our teacher, that blonde lady is beautiful, isn't it? It's the first time I've seen this type of facial features, and this beautiful piano technique, the steam is on it! She's simply the embodiment of art and beauty—"

"Garr, you're heavy." Norn painantly stepped aside, pulling out his shoulders to distance himself from the overly enthusiastic man, lest he couldn't help but punch him hard, "You didn't go on a date today?" ”

"I'm dating music right now, and it must have been a fateful encounter—" the sunglassed, shawl-haired, golden-like man laughed, baring his porcelain-like teeth as he pointed to the piano and luthier in the café, "Now that a new goal has emerged, how can Maestro Lepres stand still?" ”

"I have to warn you, she's the new tenant of our apartment."

The man in sunglasses stiffened in the air, and then shook it again, if it wasn't for Norn's quick flash, the slap would have landed on his shoulder again: "This is the Miss Luna Duboa that Richie said?" I'm more interested then. ”

The man in the sunglasses pinned his glasses to the top of his head, revealing a pair of clear, innocent amber eyes, full of sincere and eager love, staring unabashedly at the player inside the glass.

"You're going to scare Luna. She's not one of those stupid girls in college that you can catch up with if you offer your courtesy, and she's probably got a lot of secrets. ”

"You won't understand, Mr. Restrained Teacher, I admire the gentlemen of Rune, but that doesn't mean that I will restrain my love of beauty." On the handsome face of the man in sunglasses, the smile became deeper and deeper, "I love this challenge even more." ”

Norn didn't utter his final warning, "She's probably not any ordinary person." If this playboy can really be beaten up by the little "Luna", it will be enough to make him applaud.

Anyway, it was the identity of "Luna" who was extraordinary, not Norne Murphy's.

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