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"When I was young, I spent a year learning all the skills my teacher had taught me throughout his life. At that time, my teacher once declared that one day I would be the most famous bard in Ireland.
But when I walked alone on the land of Ireland with full expectations, I found that the outside world was completely different from what I thought.
The world is filled with sadness and cruelty that I never saw or imagined when I was studying.
When I realized this, I kept thinking that there are so many bards in the world. Every year, every month, every day, and even every minute and every second, there are so-called most famous bards. of bards.
So why are the most famous people of this generation still unable to change everything with music?
Doesn't music bring happiness?
I thought about it for a long time, and it wasn't until I sang a simple children's song for the first time to soothe a crying child, giving up the complicated techniques and gorgeous words I had been insisting on, that I finally figured it out.
It turns out that music has always been beautiful, but this beauty cannot be conveyed to everyone's heart.
From that time on, I determined to create the most popular and joyful music that can be loved by everyone, like the pollen carried by bees and the seeds that can take root and germinate everywhere! "
Jiang Lu paused for a moment and continued to Dectel, who was already extremely shocked by his surprising talent and ambition:
“So, if you ask me if I can do it, I will answer that I can, but if you ask me to perform, I can only refuse because it does not fit my current philosophy.
What I want you to know is that I don't care about becoming the most famous bard, and I have never participated in a bard gathering or competition.
So if you want to be a well-respected bard, then you may be disappointed. From my debut to now, I have no honor.
All I have is heartfelt gratitude and happiness for the people I have helped through music. "
After that, Jiang Lu looked regretful and planned to put away his harp.
This move of retreating in order to advance suddenly made Dectel panic.
"No, I think you misunderstood." Dectel explained anxiously: "Do you think I am the kind of vain woman?"
"Ah, of course not." Jiang Lu said apologetically: "Then I think I did misunderstand. I'm sorry."
Seeing Jiang Lu stop packing his things, Dectel breathed a sigh of relief: "Believe me, the whole of Ulster knows that I am a talent lover, so what if you don't have a reputation for the time being? This It just proves that only I can understand your talent."
Hearing this, Jiang Lu burst into tears of gratitude: "I just said that we are close friends!"
As he said this, Jiang Lu seemed to be unable to help himself and hugged Dectel gently.
This outrageous move made Dectel feel at a loss for a moment.
She didn't know if she should push him away now.
"Jiang Ge...what are you doing?"
Jiang Lu seemed to have just come back to his senses, and bounced away like an electric shock, with a shy expression: "Sorry, I am so happy. I am so happy to be appreciated by a beautiful woman like you and understand my true heart."
The stammering and awkward tone allowed Dectel to tell at a glance that Jiang Lu was an inexperienced little boy.
Combining his music-obsessed nature with their conversation in front of the tavern, a complete image suddenly appeared in Dectel's mind.
This is a gentle, sensitive, understanding and gifted person.
Although he stubbornly moved forward according to his own ideas, he was very lonely inside and longed for attention.
This kind of persona made Dectel, a woman who was accustomed to intrigues in the fame and fortune fairs, and who felt lonely all year round and even had insomnia at night because of the loss of her husband, suddenly have some different thoughts.
She pretended to be joking: "Don't make me happy. You have such ambitions, such talents, and such outstanding personality and appearance. There should be many women who appreciate you, right?"
Jiang Lu was embarrassed: "No... In fact, when I first started, I did have many admirers, but when I changed my mind and stopped pursuing fame and fortune, they all...
They are different from you. They don't have noble qualities like yours. What they like is only my identity and future status. After I voluntarily gave up these, no one looked at me twice. "
Dectel's eyes lit up.
Contrast is engraved in people's bones. Men like to compare with wealth and power, while women like to compare with 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 the highest praise of such sincerity.
So she asked, "Since I'm so good, will you be my personal musician?"
The word "private" stuck out to her, and she thought Jiang Lu could understand what she meant.
But Jiang Lu is even more of a master.
He pretended not to understand and asked stupidly, "But I only play pop songs...I can't teach you anything."
"I just want your saliva."
"Ah?" Jiang Lu looked panicked and said shyly: "What are you talking about..."
Dectel leaned close to Jiang Lu and whispered.
Jiang Lu was shocked: "Can we still use the harp? Is it true?"
"Would you know if you try it?" Dectel smiled and kissed Jiang Lu's lips.
Not long after, the melodious sound of the piano could be heard on the terrace.
The sound of the piano is not crisp, but soft and gentle, like water flowing slowly.
A true master who knows how to play the harp will know right away that the sound is definitely not the sound of fingers plucking the strings, but more like the muddy sound produced by something soft being trapped by the strings.
That night, the Dektel family's mansion was filled with the sound of joyful pianos.
Chapter 189 Don’t worry!
Dectel’s years of studying music were indeed not in vain.
The fine strings are so tight that for those who have never played with them, their fingers will be scratched and sore if they pluck the strings for a long time. This is why the hands of excellent musicians are always covered with calluses.
But there was no cocoon on Dectel's body, but she was still immersed in it. It seemed that the gap between the strings had some attractive magic power, which made her tirelessly go back and forth between being pinched and being pinched. It inflicts layers of deepening pain on all parts of your skin.
I don’t know if this is her usual hobby, or if she is just relying on experience and instinct to develop new uses for the harp.
At least Jiang Lu couldn't tell that there was any jerkiness in her.
"Yes, that's it, let go of your hands now!"
Dectel, who was lifted up with his upper body hanging in the air, shook his head and shouted.
Jiang Lu followed her instructions and immediately let go of his hand, and then Dectel slid down the strings.
Following a series of rapid glissando, several red marks appeared on both sides of Dektail's chest and in the center of his two Tianyuan points.
"Oh!"
A dull growl came from Dectel's mouth.
This is the bold customs of Europe, which even surprised Jiang Lu.
He was surprised to find that there were people who could make him feel radical.
"Do you want to try it?"
Dectel asked.
"No... let's not do that. I'm not that interested in pain." Jiang Lu shook his head.
"Okay." Dectel was a little regretful, but also expressed his understanding: "I can understand, after all, you have just truly grown up, and your days will be long in the future, so it doesn't matter."
The harp played like this all night, during which Jiang Lu could only say that it was an eye-opener.
He would like to praise Dectel as the most powerful and bold Pashiman he has ever seen in his reincarnation.
early morning.
Jiang Lu and the exhausted Dectel returned to the bedroom.
Although Jiang Lu didn't feel tired because of his original kidney, he still fully played the role of an innocent young man who was at a loss after opening the door to the new world.
If Dectel wanted it, he would give it to him.
After just washing up and lying on the bed, Jiang Lu was about to get down to business, taking advantage of the tender moment to find out some information about the curse, when he found Dectel sitting between the dressing table not knowing what to do.
"Dai, what are you busy with?" Jiang Lu asked.
After a night of communication, the two began to call each other by nicknames.
"It's okay, you go to sleep first, my little wolf." Dectel smiled.
Jiang Lu was surprised and stepped forward.
It turned out that Dectel was dealing with wounds on his body.
After all, the strings were still too solid. Some places on Dectel's body were just red marks, but some places actually had minor cuts, but most of them have scabs now.
It could be seen that Dectel was used to this. She handled the wound skillfully, like a seasoned nurse.
"I think it's too much. After all, I haven't met a man who suits my heart in several years."
Seeing Jiang Lu approaching, Dectel explained with some embarrassment:
"I hope this doesn't scare you."
"Of course not." Jiang Lu hugged Dectel's neck from behind, gently placed his chin on top of her head, and asked softly: "I'm just curious as to why you have such a hobby."
"Because the pain makes me feel like I'm still alive."
Dectel sighed: "Some of the things I have experienced may be beyond your imagination. Although I am a princess, my life is not as happy as people imagine."
"Can you tell me?" Jiang Lu asked again.
But this time Dectel refused: "No, I'm sorry, but I don't want to remember those things anymore, maybe I will take them to the grave, or maybe one day I will tell someone, but definitely not now. "
"Okay." Seeing that the other party didn't want to say more, Jiang Lu had no choice but to give up.
Looking at the mirror, the two of them tacitly remained silent and fell into silence. The only sound in their ears was the sound of Dectel treating the wound with medicinal wine and playing with the linen used for bandage.
Jiang Lu was stunned for a while, and then suddenly asked: "Can you tell me about Luge, the God of Light?"
Dectel's action of treating the wound paused for a moment, and then suddenly laughed.
"You were in my room with my husband, asking about my son's biological father. Should I say you are adorably innocent, or should I say you don't know the situation at all?"
"I'm just curious." Jiang Lu said without changing his expression: "I once met a prophet. He said that the reason why the curse from the goddess Macha did not work on Setante was because his father was the God of Light. Luger, the divinity in him blessed him.”
"Everyone says so." Dectel shrugged nonchalantly: "So this is probably the fact. God is not cursed, and neither is the son of God. There is no debate about this."
For some reason, Jiang Lu felt the unnaturalness in Dektel's words. She seemed not to want to talk about this topic, which aroused his suspicion.
That's what everyone says, so that's what it is.
As a person involved, doesn’t Dectel have any opinions?