The elegant Lancelot loves music, and even as a non-professional musician, his performance level is on the top line of the mainland, which is well known to the world. The identity and status of those who can fight the piano with the teacher have been called 'desired'. Is it the "four-and-a-half" magran master known for his free-spirited style? Master Sekabuscu, a "visionary" known for his extraordinary imagination? Or is it the "mead" Gadmir who can enter the room with a scherzo and play in front of His Majesty?

No, it's not like that!

Oliver had heard all three of them play, and none of them matched the tunes coming out of the room. Although free, it is not as loose as Margram; The imagination is good, but it is not as good as Secabuscu; In the performance of scherzo, he is not as interesting as Gadmir. It can be said that this player is excellent in many ways, but there are no obvious advantages and disadvantages. When did Astant have such a figure?

Finally, the music is over.

"Come in, Oliver." The teacher's voice came as Oliver stepped inside. When he saw the player, his eyes were rudely fixed on him.

The other party is an ordinary middle-aged 'woman' and 'woman', holding a violin in one hand and a bow in the other. She had an ordinary countenance, with two faint nasolabial folds on either side of her nose that stretched to her chin; Her long pale yellow hair was tied with a maroon plaid scarf, like a milking worker on a farm in the country, she was draped in a thick knitted shawl with a long thick skirt hanging to the ground, and her gaze met Oliver's and quickly brushed it aside, looking very restrained. I really can't imagine that this 'woman' who doesn't seem to be in tune with the musical instrument can actually play the amazing 'glamorous' "Little Shoemaker" just now.

"Hello." The 'woman' and 'woman' bowed their heads slightly.

"Hello." Oliver realized that he had been abrupt.

Behind the bamboo curtain, the teacher smiled and said, "Protin 'girl', this is my student Oliver, Oliver, this is Master Prottin who defeated me head-on with his bow." ”

This introduction is just right, the 'woman' and 'woman' who hold the piano were still a little restrained, and when they heard it, they laughed: "Lord Lancelot said that he was laughing, if it spreads, I will be disturbed by people's 'sass' forever peaceful." ”

"You inject a different emotion into the song, but it doesn't sound abrupt or stiff. You give the music a logical other side, you give them joys and sorrows, in other words, they come alive. Although their melodies are still the same as before, they are free and undefined by human beings. In your hands, "The Little Shoemaker" is not "The Little Shoemaker", but it sounds better than "The Little Shoemaker"! ”

Oliver subconsciously took these evaluations to heart.

"Thank you." Protin was not overly reserved, but praised in turn: "Your performance is really good, I thought that some internationally renowned master played for you." ”

The teacher listened and laughed, and Oliver could fully feel the teacher's joy. It was affirmed by the other musicians, which made the teacher happy. Perhaps, compared to the progress of the students, the improvement of his own piano skills will make the teacher more happy Oliver tightened his fingers and suppressed the thoughts that made him uncomfortable.

One night, he and Jonny were the only ones left in the courtyard.

Jonny asked, "Tell me, why did your attitude suddenly change?" Is that what your teacher meant? ”

"It has nothing to do with my teacher." Oliver twisted the iron wrench on the index and middle fingers of his right hand, answered casually, and then was stunned, with a touch of coldness in his eyes: "Although I respect my teacher, I also have my own judgment. ”

Jonny stared at the other party's face and said, "Judgment? I can't see it. ”

"You're a nuisance, Jonny." Oliver turned his face away.

"Oliver?"

The teacher's voice interrupted Oliver's memories. Oliver hurriedly said, "Yes." Even on a winter night like this, cold sweat crept up his back.

"Help Protin 'Woman' clean up the instruments."

When Protin heard this, he waved his hand again and again: "I'll just come by myself, and I don't have to bother Lord Oliver." How can I let a guardian hero successor clean it up for me? ”

Guarding the Hero's Successor, that sounds harsh. Oliver said politely, and by the time he could react, he had already closed the case for Protin. For thirty years, he has been completing the teacher's orders one after another, and the number is incalculable. Perhaps, most of my life has been living according to the orders of my teacher.

"Send Protin 'female' home." The teacher said again.

"Yes."

"Also, come back as soon as you're done, I have something to say to you."

Cold sweat had soaked through Oliver's shirt. He felt that the teacher had seen through his thoughts, so he had to talk to him in a special way. Whatever it was, he didn't want to hear it. The friendship between teachers and students for more than 30 years has been very complete and beautiful, why should there be more such dialogue? Is it true that once the teacher speaks, everything is irreversible?

Therefore, he said this sentence with a slight tremble: "No, teacher, I have a 'private' matter, and I won't be back tonight." "For the first time, he did not carry out the teacher's orders.

"Huh? Well, make sure that the Protin 'woman' arrives home safely. ”

After saying the prevarication, Oliver was already out of the world, but he didn't expect the teacher to ask at all. This made him happy, but he also had some heartache. He knew that the perfect and beautiful teacher-student friendship had cracked a gap.

The two left the mansion. Protin's 'female' man hugged the piano case tightly and exhaled white steam: "Hehe, it's still warm inside." I'm really reluctant to leave. ”

"Are you serious? I'd love to go - no, nothing. Oliver said casually, but cut off the conversation himself halfway through. He found the topic: "Is it cold in your house?" Don't have firewood? ”

"Firewood has been 'quite expensive' lately." Protin smiled embarrassedly, and the nasolabial folds were particularly conspicuous. In terms of silhouette, when she was young, she was at most a little 'colorful', not a beauty. She has no temperament, no elegant conversation, and if it weren't for the song just now, no one would care about her.

But Oliver cared more about her. It seems that Protin's 'woman' family is not well-off, and as far as I have seen, her violin is nothing more than a low-grade commodity that Oliver doesn't even want to look at. But she just hugged the case tightly, like a baby waiting to be fed. Why would such a person be invited to the home by a teacher?

"Recently, business has been bleak because of the necromantic creatures. Masters like Margram were allowed to enter and leave the mansions of the nobles, but I couldn't. Sometimes it takes a whole night of cold wind to earn a dozen gold coins" Protin babbled, suddenly taken aback, and looked at Oliver's face very embarrassed: "Lord Oliver, you must be bored when I say this, right?" ”

"Don't be bored, please continue."

Protin is an untrained musician, to put it mildly, a wild 'bard' wanderer. She did not dare to perform in high class venues and only appeared on the streets. Her skills are amazing, but because she is a 'woman' (and not a pretty 'woman'), her peers will neither provoke her to play the piano nor praise her too much. Astant has never become a 'female' or 'sexual' music giant, so Protin's fame has never been loud, and no one is optimistic about her. She just plays on the streets day after day, making a living with music and being willing to be ordinary.

However, by chance, the teacher heard a servant humming a tune. There are several obvious variations in the song, which is more pleasant to the ear. The teacher was interested, and after inquiry, he learned that there was a person named Protin, so he invited her to come to the house to play the piano.

"Mistress Lancelot is a wonderful man, and he has given me a thousand gold coins, so that I can survive this winter. It's finally not too cold to sleep at night, hehe. ”

By this time, the two had already walked to the front of the house. The house is located at the end of the alley, and there is a pot of 'flower' with only 'flower' branches and a large tin kettle in the corner. Protin 'touched' the key and opened the 'door' by the moonlight. When the oil lamp is lit, the interior of the room is revealed to Oliver. There is not much space, only a 'bed' and a rocking chair. The fireplace was empty, not even a little dusty, and the kitchen and toilets were cramped. The space is small, but it doesn't stop the room from being full of life: a string of wind chimes hangs from the windows, and carpets are laid on the floor. As soon as the cold wind blew, a faint aroma wafted close to Oliver.

"Come in and sit down, Lord Oliver?"

"Nope. In fact, with your talents, you can get more money. ”

"Do you mean the violin? No, I'm already happy that I can earn a thousand gold coins just by playing the laqin. My piano skills aren't worth that much money. ”

"You're in such a good frame of mind. Good night, 'female'. ”

"Good night."

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"Report, Lancelot of Elegance and Protin fight the piano tonight."

Scott Bull Thornmas stood in front of the unlit fireplace, turned his head, and stared at the spy with evil eyes: "Who is Protin?" ”

"I'm a musician, but I haven't performed on any big stage, so I can only be considered famous."

"Hmph, it turned out to be a moth." Interested, Scott turned his head again. Maybe his pupils could light firewood. "Stand down."

When the spies left, Scottas crossed a chair and sat down. Instead of leaning back in his chair, he leaned forward, as if his spine was humiliated when it touched the support. He stretched out his hand to 'get' firewood, just as he 'pulled' a block.

"The country is in trouble, and you are still 'groaning' the wind and 'making the moon', pretending to be elegant, which is simply self-defeating. But Lancelot, do you think I'm going to let my guard down on you by putting on such a low profile? I really admire you for being able to endure for fifty years. ”

With a squeeze of his black right hand, the wood snorted and then lit. The firelight jumped in his pupils, as if fueled by hostility, and grew stronger.

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