Chapter 6

This was not Aku's first kiss. In fact, his first kiss with anger only hurts Fara's teeth and hurts his lower lip. It is far from being as gentle and sweet as this sudden kiss, and it is so touching.

He couldn't help but hug Yaramon's body. Her body was very thin, which made people afraid that it would break from her waist if she tried hard.

He hugged her in his direction and began to snatch the initiative of the kiss with his lips, but when his excitement burned and his tongue began to tentatively march into her mouth, she pulled her head back

With her hands pressed against his chest, her bulging nose wings made a seductive panting. She looked at him with a red face and said with a smile: Aku, have you forgotten what you are here to do?

Uh...Ah? He opened his eyes strangely, but he didn't expect that she would remind him about this at this time

Is this a tactful rejection?

He let go of his hand in depression, and felt guilty because he remembered Fara. He nodded and replied, Well, I... am here to learn how to be a bard

Yaramon tidied up her somewhat messy hair, took the small harp, sat on the grass, and retracted her barefoot with water droplets to her hips, with elegant and wonderful posture. She held up the harp and did not sing, but asked softly: Aku, can you... see anything else?

Aku was stunned for a moment, blinked, and tried hard to look at Yaramon's figure.

The scene that surprised him even more fell into his eyes. Behind Yaramon's beautiful figure, with his shoulders as the foundation, a pair of vague and blurred wings appeared!

He rubbed his eyes, unable to believe what he saw, but no doubt he read it wrong. Under the green background of the grass, the looming outline became clearer, and the wings gently danced with the wind, as if they could bring Yaramon's slender body to the sky at any time.

Me, I seem to...it seems to have seen a pair of wings. This shock is far from what the kiss just now can match.

You know, this is not the actual fleshy wings, so this is definitely not the wings of the winged man. After reading so many chapters of the minstrel, there is only one possibility that can be imagined.

Angels - a holy god that has existed in legends and books for a long time, and not many people have seen with their own eyes!

Can you really see it... Yaramon looked at him, but as her movements changed, the wings behind her disappeared. She smiled sweetly, and used her fingers to make a gesture on his lips, saying, "It's not what you think, but it's a bit complicated to explain, and it's hard for you to understand. I will tell you slowly in the future. Now, you can just treat it as a little secret between you and me?"

He nodded blankly, immersed in the shock of seeing the wings just now

Remember, this is the little secret between us. Yaramon smiled and fiddled with the harp, looked into his eyes and said, Now, do you remember what you are here to do?

Aku strongly felt that the turning point of his life was coming. He tried hard to smooth his breath, but he said in a trembling voice: I, I remember I want to become a very famous bard.

With this sentence, his consciousness seemed to return to the great hall of childhood. In the center of the stone pillars of the Great Hall, the huge statue of the Angel of Destiny, Noonthal, stretched out his six wings, and looked down coldly and proudly at the young children who made their wishes in a childish tone.

So, do you have the courage to sing loudly now?

Yaramon's tone suddenly became serious. She stared at Aku, her moist eyes exuded gentle encouragement, and also included an appraisal of his determination.

My...my voice... He said timidly, his voice is still so dry

You are not a singer, you are not singing skills, but legends and souls

Yaramon approached him and stroked his throat with his fingers, and your wish should not be lost to a confinement that had never tried to break through.

But...I, I tried... That failure almost caused a devastating blow to him as a young man, and it can be said to be a lifelong nightmare

Then...why don't you try it again?

Yaramon sat back on the grass with a smile, raised the harp, and as her fair fingers danced lightly, the melodious notes flowed over the lake

Want to start?

Can……

What kind of song is this?

I……

I won't sing this

The mind became a little confused, and the complicated memories suddenly captured the poem she chanted when she first saw Yaramon, which seemed to be praising some kind of plant or some symbolic, completely unfamiliar poem

Then, those words and sentences flew out of his open mouth like they had their own life.

Seven Leaf Crocodile, Yaramon/Seven Leaves Watching Eternity…

He sang the first sentence very badly, and his voice, which was troubled by oil smoke all day long, was so dry that he couldn't squeeze out any moisture.

His face turned red, and he wanted to end it, escape back to the town, and never move any more to become a minstrel.

But he saw Yaramon's eyes

Those eyes were still watching him gently, without ridicule, only encouragement

The sound of the piano was still circling, repeating his interrupted melody, as if waiting, more like invitation

The mood calmed down strangely. The cool wind cooled the skin all over her body. Aku took a relaxed breath, patted his cheeks, placed his hands in front of his lower abdomen, and sang in the dry and slightly hoarse voice.

He sang one by one, and all the poems he still remembered rushed out of his memory at this moment. Yaramon's piano music also followed him tacitly, as if he had worked together for a long time ago, without any mistakes

Afar under the canopy of the tree, another listener stood quietly, holding the trunk with one hand and holding his round apron with the other hand tightly

As the melodious chanter turned dry and magnetic, polishing the hoarseness into a pleasant and thick, she finally knelt on the ground like a collapse, covered her ears with her hands, and started crying silently

Why... Isn't it great to be a baker like this? Aku...