"Introduction to Harp" may still be a little too difficult for Jiang Lu.

So he found another copy of "Introduction to the Harp for Children".

At this point, there is very little knowledge of tedious music theory.

Instead, there are just cute illustrations of chord positions and corresponding notes.

The aim is to quickly master simple harp techniques through children's interest in novelties.

This really helped, and Jiang Lu quickly figured out the corresponding tone of each string by slowly comparing and groping, and then began to find some scores that did not involve so many strings to try.

But you should know that the classical guitar only has six strings and eighteen frets, and it takes a long time to practice to learn it well.

With a total of 47 strings, and the distance between the strings is less than a finger's width, it is difficult to imagine the time it would take to pluck each string exactly to the given rhythm at the right and appropriate time to complete a complete piece.

Although everything is difficult at the beginning, learning a difficult piece well is equivalent to practicing other tunes, which is a matter of course.

But the question is, where is the time to practice difficult tunes now?

And if you want to gain the trust of Dectiel, if you can't show a very high level of harp, then you are destined to be exposed to lies.

Therefore, Jiang Lu made a bold decision while plucking the strings.

He's going to go off the rails with his sword!

Dextell is woken up by the maid.

Perhaps it was because she had been waiting for him all day in the tavern that Cú Chulainn frequented to-day, and was so tired that she fell asleep unconsciously, when she changed into her regular clothes, sat down in a soft chair and read a book, and waited for the servants to prepare the fruit.

"What time is it?"

"It's midnight, ma'am." The maid replied.

"Is it so late? It's terrible. ”

Dectair got up and opened the hall window, letting the cool breeze blow in, trying to sober himself up.

"Why are you calling me now?"

"You always had insomnia some time ago, so I can't bear to disturb you when I see you sleeping so soundly today." The maid said respectfully.

"Where's the guest?"

"Still in the study."

"Didn't you come down?"

"Nope."

Dectiel was a little surprised.

She thought that she had overslept, Jiang Lu might be a little dissatisfied, no matter what she said, she should come out to see why she didn't go to the study to see him soon as agreed, but she didn't expect that he didn't go downstairs from beginning to end.

"What a funner." Dectair complained, but smiled brightly from the bottom of her heart.

Now she is more interested in Jiang Lu and appreciates it more.

When are men most attractive?

Of course, when you focus on doing something, the seriousness shown by the man at this time will invisibly add a huge aura to himself.

She was going to see this attractive man.

"Madame, I'll come." Seeing that Dextell picked up the fruit bowl with her own hands, the maid hurriedly tried to snatch the work from her hands.

"No, you don't." Dectair shook his head: "It's not too early, you should rest early." ”

Hearing this, the maid gave up and nodded: "Okay, madam, please ring the bell at any time if necessary." ”

"Hmm."

Dextell carried the fruit bowl and gracefully ascended the stairs.

When she arrived at the door of the study, she wanted to push the door in directly, but suddenly stopped.

Because she heard the sound of the piano coming from the study.

Dectair was stunned for a moment.

It's not because of how advanced, complex, or difficult the technique this piece in the study is.

On the contrary, the music is very simple and the melody is simple, but for some reason, this is the force that makes her feel very relaxed and happy.

Pressing her ear to the door and listening closely, Dectair also heard Jiang Lu humming a song in a language she didn't understand.

"I only smoke the fifth generation with a big cigarette stick in my mouth

No matter how fast you smoke, it's not bad, and you don't need to light it, it's really happy

byd, taste my lungs itching now."

It's not surprising that bards travel far and wide and know some foreign languages.

What really surprised Dectiel was that the song was not only simple, but even the lyrics were catchy, and the same lyrics could be repeated several times in a short song.

Listening to this, Dectair couldn't help but hum along.

And just as she had just finished singing two sentences, all the voices in the study stopped abruptly.

Soon, the footsteps began to gradually approach, and then Jiang Lu opened the door.

"You're here?"

Jiang Lu naturally took the fruit bowl from Dectiel's hand, just like a husband who helped his wife carry her bag.

But Dectiel forgot everything, and asked in surprise, "What was that just now?" ”

"Itchy lungs."

"I'm not saying the name of the song." Dectair waved his hand, "I mean, why have I never heard anything like your tune?" ”

"That's normal, right?" Jiang Lu scratched his head: "Every bard is good at different music styles, like me, I'm good at saliva songs." ”

"Saliva song?" Dectair apparently heard the term for the first time.

So Jiang Lu had no choice but to explain: "It's not just a bard, everyone can also learn a simple melody and catchy song very easily." ”

"Why?" Dectiel didn't understand.

You know, no bard would want someone else to sing his own song.

Whether it's on a trip or in a singing competition among bards, they tend to treat music as their own treasure, because it represents the level of a bard's ability.

The best thing is that only I can perform this song, and no one else can cover it.

In a word, the harder the better.

So not to mention making it easy for everyone to learn, even admitting the simplicity of their tunes is something that every bard would consider a shame.

So she didn't understand why Jiang Lu had to do the opposite.

"Because my songs bring joy to others, do you remember?"

Jiang Lu explained with a smile:

"And the happiness I want is not the same as the happiness that other bards want.

They want their performances to bring happiness to everyone, and I want to bring happiness directly to everyone. ”

"Does it make a difference?"

"The difference is too great." Jiang Lu took Dexter's hand very naturally without realizing it: "Follow me, I'll show you." ”

The two came to the terrace of the study, and in the white moonlight, Jiang Lu played the melody he had just played again.

As soon as the melody sounded, Dectel couldn't help but start humming the lyrics from a foreign land.

And just as she had just finished humming a paragraph, she suddenly realized something.

"Got it?"

Jiang Lu stopped plucking his fingers on the strings and said with a smile:

"They bring happiness with their performances, and when the performance is over, the happiness disappears, but I teach everyone that happiness itself can be taken out and used even when I'm not there.

There is a proverb in my hometown that it is better to teach a man to fish than to teach him how to fish, which means that it is better to teach them the art of fishing and let them support themselves than to give them the fish they catch.

And that's how I'm happy! ”

Dectair froze.

It's an angle she's never heard of.

This suddenly reminded her of something.

A few years ago, she gave a concert to the whole of Ulster, in which she performed a piece of her own composition that even her bard musicians praised.

Strangely, the response to this piece was not good, and the people of Ulster did not seem to have much enthusiasm.

She has always been a little puzzled by this.

But now, Jiang Lu woke up the dreamer with a word.

Indeed, difficult tunes can indeed show the level of a bard, but simple tunes can be more acceptable and sung by ordinary people.

As the princess of the royal family, Dectel has a noble status and regards elegance as the core of musical literacy.

But she ignores that most people don't understand this kind of art at all.

Because it is simply impossible for a person who does not have elegance in his life to understand elegance.

It's not that her music is bad, only that it's not suitable for all audiences.

But Jiang Lu's tune is different, maybe because she can't understand the meaning of the lyrics, so in her opinion, although this song is simple, it is not bad, at least she likes it very much.

This shows that Jiang Lu's music can be accepted by everyone.

Suffice it to say that he must have been a very successful bard, and wherever he went, he was welcomed by all classes.

For this alone, Jiang Lu has outperformed other bards by too much.

Dectair didn't expect that the young man in front of him would have such a high realm and such a big pattern.

Now it's really a treasure!

However, even so, Dectair still wants to see the highest level of knowledge, Jiang Lu.

So she pondered and asked tentatively, "Then do you usually play other songs besides this kind of music, are they more difficult?" ”

"You mean the kind of swaggering that other bards are good at?" Jiang Lu asked without giving any face.

"Yes." Dector nodded sheepishly.

"It used to be."

Jiang Lu's face was not red, and his heart was not beating, and he began to make it up:

"When I was a child, it took me a year to learn all the skills of my teacher, who at that time asserted that I would one day be Ireland's most famous bard.

But when I walked alone on Irish soil with full anticipation, I found that the outside world was completely different from what I thought.

This world is full of sadness and cruelty, which I have never seen or imagined when I was studying art.

When I realized this, I kept thinking that there are so many bards in this world, and every year, every month, every day, every minute and every second, there are the so-called most famous bards.

So why is it that generations of the most famous have never been able to change all this with music?

Doesn't music bring joy?

I thought about it for a long time, and it wasn't until I first sang a simple nursery rhyme to soothe a crying child, giving up the complex tricks and brilliant words I'd been insisting on, that I finally figured it out.

It turns out that music has always been beautiful, but this beauty cannot be transmitted to everyone's heart.

Since then, I have been determined to create the most popular and happy music that everyone loves, like the pollen passed by bees and the seeds that take root everywhere! ”

Jiang Lu paused for a moment, and continued, to Dectiel, who had been shocked beyond his astonishing talent and ambition:

"So, if you ask me if I will, I'll answer that I will, but if you ask me to perform, that's just for me to refuse, because it's not in line with my current philosophy.

What I want you to know is that I don't care if I become the most famous bard, and I've never been to bard gatherings and competitions.

So if you're looking for a sturdy bard of high status, then you're probably going to be disappointed that I haven't had any accolades since I debuted.

The only people I have who I have helped with music are grateful and happy from the bottom of my heart. ”

After that, Jiang Lu regretfully planned to put away his harp.

And this move turned retreat into advance, which suddenly made Dectair panic.

"No, I think you're mistaken." "Do you think I am the kind of woman who loves vanity?" ”

"Ah, of course not." Jiang Lu said apologetically: "Then I think I did misunderstand, sorry." ”

Seeing that Jiang Lu stopped packing his things, Dectel breathed a sigh of relief: "Believe me, the whole Ulster knows that I am a person who loves talents, even if you don't have a reputation for the time being?" This just proves that only I can understand your talent. ”

Hearing this, Jiang Lu was grateful: "I'll just say that we are bosom friends!" ”

As he spoke, Jiang Lu seemed to be unable to help but gently hug Dictiel.

This outrageous move made Dector a little at a loss for a moment.

She didn't know if she should push them away now.

"Jiang Ge. What are you doing here? ”

Jiang Lu seemed to have just come back to his senses, and bounced away like an electric shock, with a shy expression: "I'm sorry, I'm so happy, I'm so happy to be appreciated by a beautiful woman like you and understand my true heart." ”

The stammering and uneasy tone made Dectair see at a glance that Jiang Lu was a little boy who didn't know how to do things.

Connecting his idiotic nature and their conversation in front of the tavern, a complete image suddenly appeared in Dectiel's mind.

This is a gentle, sensitive, empathetic, gifted person.

Although he stubbornly follows his own philosophy, he is very lonely and longs for attention.

This kind of character makes Dectiel, a woman who is used to seeing Vanity Fair's deceit, and feels lonely all the year round because of the loss of her husband, and even has insomnia at night, suddenly has some different thoughts.

She pretended to be joking: "Don't make me happy, you have such ambitions, you have such talent, and your personality and appearance are so good, there should be many women who appreciate you, right?" ”

Jiang Lu's face was embarrassed: "No, in fact, when I first came out of school, there were indeed many admirers, but after I changed my mind and stopped pursuing fame and fortune, they both.

They are different from you, they don't have such noble qualities as you, they just like my identity and future status, and when I voluntarily give up these, no one will look at me twice. ”

Dectiel's eyes lit up.

Contrast is engraved in the bones of people, men like to compare wealth and power, women like to compare other women.

When Jiang Lu "inadvertently" revealed that she was better than all the other women Jiang Lu had ever seen, she had completely fallen for this kind of sincerity and highest praise.

So she asked, "Since I'm so good, would you like to be my personal musician?" ”

The word private was bitten hard by her, and she thought that Jiang Lu should be able to understand her off-string sound.

But Jiang Lu is even more master.

He pretended not to understand, and asked blankly, "But I only play saliva songs and can't teach you anything." ”

"I just want your saliva."

"Huh?" Jiang Lu looked panicked and said shyly, "What do you say?"

Dectair leaned close to Jiang Lu and whispered.

Jiang Lu was taken aback: "Can you still use the harp?" Really? ”

"Why don't you try it?" Dextell smiled and kissed Jiang Lu on the lips.

In a short time, the melodious sound of the piano sounded on the terrace.

The sound of the piano is not crisp, but it is soft and warm, like a stream of water sliding slowly.

A true master who knows how to harp will know that it is not the sound of fingers plucking the strings, but more like the muddy sound of something soft trapped by the strings.

That night, the Dectel family's mansion was filled with the sound of a happy piano for the night.

(End of chapter)