"Awesome, my goodness...... Is this a treasure that made that fool of Monette? ”

"How could such an outstanding young man come to this café? Is she a customer? ”

"Damn, Monette, did he really find a cheap pianist?"

"Goddess above, this is wonderful! She still looked like a freshman, and I hadn't seen her on these streets before. ”

The voices of the people in the café were very low, and the customers were afraid of disturbing the "musician" who was engaged in the performance, and they did not want to disturb the other people who were appreciating.

"Hostess, two more Southwell beers. Would you like to ask about that girl? ”

Martha refilled the empty glasses of the two men at the bar and smiled flatteringly: "Two tenpence, but don't hit the little girl's idea!" We spent a fortune! ”

One of the men in the suit pushed a sule on the table: "Tip her for the rest, she plays really well." If this is a concert hall in the West End, it will cost more than a dozen soles per game. ”

Another bearded man laughed, "I didn't see you actually go to those places, Tony!" ”

"I always read magazines and newspapers, and the news is the leg and foot of business, old Pep."

The man with the scribbled beard handed another penny to the smiling proprietress "This is for the old neighbor, I'm not Tony's kind of impersonal guy, he knows how to do business when he pulls goods." So will the 'Don't Ask the Girl' come back in the future? ”

Martha smiled and put away all the money on the table, and proudly raised her hooked nose: "Of course! She's going to be here this week anyway! ”

Old Pep drank all the wine in his cup, dusted off the dark blue cap that had recently become popular on his hand, pressed it on his head, and then got up with a smile: "Then I have to congratulate you, look at the expressions on the faces of these old friends in the store!" Your benches will soon run out of stock. ”

Martha's smile became sincere, and she glanced at Esther's back with satisfaction, and took two plates of steaming french fries from the kitchen window. Although Martha doesn't know much music or art, she also likes the sound of this young girl's piano, which is tens of millions of times better than Thomson, no, comparing the two is exalting Thomson!

The man in the suit did not leave, but took a sip of beer in his glass, closed his eyes and enjoyed it all, even lightening his breath a little. His fingers resting on the wall of the cup tapped to the beat of the piano, again and again.

At the end of the performance, the people in the café applauded at the same time, and a few guests even stood up excitedly, watching the player bow and thank them awkwardly, and immediately someone coaxed her to do a few more. Martha was carrying a tray to the table with a grilled chicken wing, and she put down the plate and shook Esther's hand to keep playing.

Since the guests like it, there is no need for Esther to serve the food, and the guests love to listen to it anyway.

Esther, of course, didn't have a problem, she moved her fingers, recalled the score of another piece in her mind, and found that even a piece she was not familiar with could now come to mind clearly, and all that remained was to play it.

The real melody finally came from the Cafe de Nature, and the cheerful and light waltz wafted above each cup, making the Monettes far more profitable than usual tonight, and Martha's smile never disappeared from her face that night.

At the end of the day, Esther received a week's salary, and when she helped Martha wash the dishes and cups, Martha said "I gave you all the money, you can't go to someone else's house". This made Esther really unable to hold back, and Thomson next to him laughed out loud, and was kicked twice by Martha angrily and ashamedly.

Martha was still smiling happily, and as she sorted the dried dishes into the cupboard, she rubbed the corners of her eyes with the cuffs that were pulled up to her elbows: "To be honest, if our son survives, maybe he will learn to play the piano or something like that, as his father intended." I don't understand that, but Thomson always repeats it. ”

Esther learns that the Monettes had also had children, but they died at a young age, and Martha's body was no longer suitable for childbearing, and the two continued to live like this.

In addition to the ten souls of her weekly salary, Esther received ten and a half pence for the tip alone, and this was only the result of the first day, and even excluded half of the piano fee that Martha had taken from it. Although it was not very generous to deduct tips, Esther didn't care, after all, Martha even gave her a week's salary in advance.

With all the money and the big bag of scrambled egg sandwiches that Thomson gave her, Esther first went to the second-hand ready-to-wear store on the next street to buy two changes of clothes, and also went to the tailor shop to order intimate clothes.

Thanks to Mr. Thomson's enthusiastic support, the food was not so burdensome, and the money left was barely enough for Esther's expenses. According to Martha's agreement with Esther, she can have a day off every Wednesday, of course, from next week, Ms. Martha will not lose at all.

As she approached the apartment building at No. 7 Lily of the Valley Street, Esther saw at a glance the new sunflower next to the pile of potted plants, its golden petals arching over the flower plate, its long stem straightened like a guard standing guard, and it stood out among the other low flowers, even in the cold September wind, it did not care about blooming extremely vigorously.

This is really unscientific, extraordinary power is willful.

Esther thought, the corners of her mouth lifted again. She began to wonder where Mrs. Romano had bought the flowers, no, she seemed to be some kind of "harvest priest", was that Mrs. Romano herself born? I don't know how many people can be fed and clothed by using this technology to grow rice or wheat......

When Esther walked into the apartment, she was startled by the loud sound of a cannon by the door, her spiritual intuition did not alarm, the other party was not an enemy, Esther suppressed her instinct to dodge with agility, and stood at the door in a daze.

In the scattered paper flowers, a man whom Esther had never seen at all was kneeling on one knee, holding a bouquet of white roses in his hand, and wide sunglasses blocking most of his face, making it impossible to see his face:

"Ah, it must be the mercy of the god of steam, that my lonely soul wanders in the world enough to see your brilliance and hear the wonderful sound of art, Calvin Lepres, to offer my name to the spirit on the piano."

Esther took two steps back and slammed the door shut again.

The fourth update.