As usual, Nina got up early in the morning, and after grooming and dressing, she pushed open the window. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

For a moment, the noisy voices and faint music clearly entered the room and also reached Nina's ears.

After making a cup of hot tea, Nina sat down on a chair by the window, leaned on the windowsill, and began to wait silently.

Waiting for that concert that belongs only to her......

Nina's house is adjacent to Art Street, and not far downstairs is the busy and lively Art Street, where you can see the long row of various stalls on the Art Street.

There are many stalls on the art street, most of which are painting stalls set up by painters, and there are a few art stalls such as wood carvings and stone statues. In addition to these serious stalls, there is another way to do business on the art street, and that is to play, using a variety of musical instruments to play beautiful melodies to entice people to stop and occasionally get some reward from the audience.

Of course, this business is not easy to do, music has always been something that can only be eaten alone, otherwise you play lively repayment, I play sad and dignified, the two tunes are mixed together, it is bound to have an impact, no matter how beautiful the tune is, it can't attract guests. Therefore, the stalls of the performers are often far apart so as not to be disturbed. Under such an arrangement, even if the art street is hundreds of meters long, it is inevitable that a few performance booths will not be arranged. As a result, many people have to leave Art Street and find their way elsewhere.

While waiting quietly, Nina's eyes lit up, and the concert performer appeared!

A young man appeared at the corner of Art Street not far away, his brown hair, very neatly combed, his face was a little thin, faintly pale, but still very handsome, coupled with the melancholy temperament unique to musicians on his body, as soon as he appeared, it made Nina's heart bump into the deer.

I saw him look around, find a corner that no one occupied, take out a slightly old violin from the case, adjust it a little, and start playing.

The "concert" officially began, and the beautiful notes began to flow......

Nina also began to look at the musicians with fascination, and at the same time listen to the beautiful music with intoxication.

Nina didn't know the player's name, but she liked the tune he played, unlike the others, the young man's tune was relaxed, relaxed, joyful, free, and there was not the slightest negative emotion. It's like the sunshine shining on a winter day, which makes people feel very warm.

Nina has been growing up in Art Street since she was a child, and she has heard all kinds of tunes. There are good and bad songs, but most of them are full of a kind of depressed indignation. Most of the tunes are based on emotions such as sadness, tragedy, gloom, exhaustion, anger, despair, etc., and occasionally play a few cheerful and happy songs, and most of them are masterpieces of famous artists, and the performances are very inadequate, which makes people can't bear to listen.

And a few months ago, this young man appeared, with his wonderful tunes, and broke into Nina's life and into Nina's heart.

That piece of music is like a fountain of sweetness, nourishing Nina's heart, making her indulge in the endless sweetness, unable to extricate herself.

However, what worries her a little is that the location of the young people is not very good, and it is even a little remote, there are few people passing by here, and there are far fewer people stopping to admire it than other locations on the art street. Often young people pull up all day, and their income is only a few coppers, which makes people feel very distressed.

Alas, how can I help him, although I have saved some pocket money, but if I give it to him directly, will it seem too frivolous? Or pretend to be an ordinary appreciator and throw it directly into his case?

With a faint sense of concern, Nina thought slowly to the sound of music.

"Buzz"

The last note dissipates and the song ends.

The young man squatted down and rested for a while, then took out his glass and drank a few sips of water, and then stood up again.

However, instead of starting to play the next song as usual, he cleared his throat and began to shout to the three or two appreciators who were standing in front of his booth and ready to continue listening to the music: "Come on, take a look." The first volume of "Jack the Great Swordsman" is now in circulation! 35 silver, you can't buy it and suffer a loss! Thirty-five silver, you can't buy it, you can't be fooled! As long as 35 silver, you can take home this 18-page album! I only have 5 copies left in my hand! I have it in my hand, but my hand is slow! Buy it first and enjoy it first, and don't regret it for a lifetime......

Nina froze, her mouth wide open, and she didn't even know that the cup in her hand had fallen to the ground.

This...... What's going on?

No, no, no, it's definitely fake! It's definitely a lie! You're not such a virtuoso! You're not such a violinist!

I'm definitely dreaming! I'm not awake yet! I'm having nightmares!

Oops, it hurts, well, it's true.

It's as if all the good pictures are shattering......

Ah, why does my heart ache so much!

He picked up the cup at his feet and took a few deep breaths to calm his mind.

Holding back tears, Nina looked out the window again. I saw that there were few listeners in front of the young people's booths, but now they have all disappeared, and on the empty stalls, only the young people are left standing in place with a blank face.

Why don't you play the violin well? What kind of advertisement? What kind of advertising slogan is this? Who came up with it? What the hell is this "Jack the Great Swordsman"? It also sells for 35 silver, are you selling oil paintings?

Countless questions accumulated in Nina's heart, and she was almost about to explode.

Barely suppressed, Nina looked at the young man not far away from the window again, and saw that he seemed to have received some blow, and now he looked dumbfounded, the violin was loosely grasped in his hand, and his head hung down, not knowing what he was thinking.

Your way of advertising and selling things in a cold manner is so likely to sell out, and now it scares the audience away, panic.

Alas, look at your pitiful face!

Thinking of this, Nina's heart slowly softened.

Forget it, I'll help you at that time, 35 silver, right?

Nuna crouched down and dragged out a small box from under the bed, which was where she had hidden her money, which contained all the pocket money she had since she was a child.

When the box was opened, it was densely packed with coins, but most of them were copper coins, not many silver coins.

Picking and choosing, Nina finally counted out 35 silver coins. Looking at the property that had shrunk by half, Nina hesitated for a moment, but still stomped her foot, closed the box, and walked downstairs.

"Hey. Standing in front of the motionless young man, Nina shouted, "35 silver, give me a copy." ”

"Huh?" the young man looked up, still a little confused.

"Give me a copy of Jack the Great Swordsman!" Nina shouted with a cold face.

"Oh, oh, oh. The young man reacted immediately, and hurriedly took out a big booklet from the piano case behind him and handed it over: "Give, give ......"

Seeing him look panicked, Nina sighed, took the album, and put the silver coin in his hand: "Alas, hey, give you money." ”

Then she stomped her foot again, as if she was unwilling, and shouted: "Also, no more fake concerts will be held in the future, play the piano well, understand!"

With that, he left with the comic book without looking back.