Compared to Yaramon's delicate and cute face and convex figure, what Aku noticed at first was the harp in her hand
Of course, it is not the big harp that the court musicians use to lift two people, but the exquisite small harp that is rarely seen in the hands of bards - compared to Ye Di and the seven-stringed lyre, this thing is really uncommon.
That harp is a relatively rare meniscus. If there is no obvious difference in string numbers, it will definitely be mistaken for the novel shape of the seven-string lyre.
But because of the difference in string numbers and structure differences, the changes played by this small harp are more wonderful and complex than those of the seven-stringed lyre
In other words, if she is not a musician, she is a very senior minstrel
Is it better? She pinched the harp to the inside of her arm and asked him with a smile
Well, thank you for blushing and nodding in thanks, then he began to look at the girl in front of him
She was wearing a sleeveless dress with no patterns, simple and overly simple, her hair was black ink blue, with a soft and shiny color, and she only had a ribbon around the end and hung it in front of her shoulders.
He didn't know how to describe her appearance. If she was a beauty, it seemed inappropriate, but as soon as he saw her, he would feel a warm and comfortable feeling from the bottom of his heart. The beautiful phala of hers never made him feel this way before.
Do you have something to drink? I'll treat you
He was rare and generous, because he felt that this must be a bard
In his mind, musicians whose playing skills represent everything will not have such a pleasant temperament.
Well... Please give me a glass of strawberry juice, thank you. She sat next to him openly, ordered a drink with a smile, my name is Yaramon, where are you?
Most bards will not mention their surnames, after all, this kind of wandering life is not an act that can bring glory to the family.
Aku said oh, and wrote down this name in his heart, Kuto, Kuto Gorcho, but I prefer others to call me Aku
Akumo She smiled, her crescent-like eyes looked at him with a gentle look, a name that felt very like a bard
Although this was the second person who said so, he was happier than when he first heard it, and immediately asked her with anticipation: What about you? Are you a real bard?
Unexpectedly, Yaramon shook his head and said softly: I am not, but if others say I am a bard, I will not deny that after all, what I do is similar to theirs.
Aku scratched his head and asked curiously: Who are you? A dancer, a singer? Or a stroll musician?
Yaramon gently tweaked the harp, took the juice handed over by the waiter, thanked him with a smile, then turned around and faced him, and spoke a noun in a low voice that he had never heard before.
I'm a tour guide
Aku has never heard of the identity of the tourer. It seems different from the tourer. Is it a branch of the bard?
Yaramon just told him that it was nothing special, just think I was a bard
Then... are your chanting very nice? I just heard your piano sound, and I felt relaxed. Aku looked at her little harp again, his eyes full of envy that was about to overflow.
After all, you have to rely on this to make a living during the tour. If you practice more basic skills, you will always be proficient in your life.
She smiled and raised the little harp and held it on her arm. Her white and slender fingers passed through the trembling strings. The smooth notes kept pouring out like spring water
Seven-leaf clover, Yaramon/Seven leaves watch for eternity/Seven leaves surround fate/Seven leaves quietly watch the pain…
She sang softly, her gentle voice began to flow in the noisy space, and the surroundings gradually became quiet, not only because of the wonderfulness of the song, but also because of the completely unfamiliar lyrics, Seven-leaf clover, Yaramon/The first leaf danced quietly/Please listen carefully to my singing/The warm courage flowed in the blood...
She didn't sing for a long time, just sang these few sentences and stopped with a smile. I'm actually not very good at singing, so I'm going to let you laugh at it.
No, it sounds nice, really
This was a natural sound that was completely comparable to the music of the harp. Aku, who had blushed, praised it with great sincerity. If he didn't mind, that, if he didn't mind...
He thought about the opportunities he missed the past two times, gathered with the courage to have never appeared since he sold the lyrics, and said it out with the will of alcohol, asking me! Please!
The eyes around him suddenly gathered on Aku, and many of his old acquaintances also knew that the famous baker's dream had never fallen on the oven.
However, bards usually don't stay in a place for a long time - except for women who want to settle down after wandering enough
And this young and cute girl, obviously just started her journey, probably wouldn't stop for a stranger she met in a hotel
Aku thought so in his heart, so after a few seconds of silence, he took a sip of ale in frustration, blushed and lowered his head, that... I'm sorry, I didn't mention it.
Yaramon looked at him, her eyes still tender and clear. She took a sip of the cool strawberry juice, then took the wine glass in front of Aku and put it on the other side of the table where he could not reach it.
Then, facing his somewhat confused expression, she smiled and said: The first lesson I teach you is to stop getting this kind of drink that can ruin your voice.
Of course, it is not the big harp that the court musicians use to lift two people, but the exquisite small harp that is rarely seen in the hands of bards - compared to Ye Di and the seven-stringed lyre, this thing is really uncommon.
That harp is a relatively rare meniscus. If there is no obvious difference in string numbers, it will definitely be mistaken for the novel shape of the seven-string lyre.
But because of the difference in string numbers and structure differences, the changes played by this small harp are more wonderful and complex than those of the seven-stringed lyre
In other words, if she is not a musician, she is a very senior minstrel
Is it better? She pinched the harp to the inside of her arm and asked him with a smile
Well, thank you for blushing and nodding in thanks, then he began to look at the girl in front of him
She was wearing a sleeveless dress with no patterns, simple and overly simple, her hair was black ink blue, with a soft and shiny color, and she only had a ribbon around the end and hung it in front of her shoulders.
He didn't know how to describe her appearance. If she was a beauty, it seemed inappropriate, but as soon as he saw her, he would feel a warm and comfortable feeling from the bottom of his heart. The beautiful phala of hers never made him feel this way before.
Do you have something to drink? I'll treat you
He was rare and generous, because he felt that this must be a bard
In his mind, musicians whose playing skills represent everything will not have such a pleasant temperament.
Well... Please give me a glass of strawberry juice, thank you. She sat next to him openly, ordered a drink with a smile, my name is Yaramon, where are you?
Most bards will not mention their surnames, after all, this kind of wandering life is not an act that can bring glory to the family.
Aku said oh, and wrote down this name in his heart, Kuto, Kuto Gorcho, but I prefer others to call me Aku
Akumo She smiled, her crescent-like eyes looked at him with a gentle look, a name that felt very like a bard
Although this was the second person who said so, he was happier than when he first heard it, and immediately asked her with anticipation: What about you? Are you a real bard?
Unexpectedly, Yaramon shook his head and said softly: I am not, but if others say I am a bard, I will not deny that after all, what I do is similar to theirs.
Aku scratched his head and asked curiously: Who are you? A dancer, a singer? Or a stroll musician?
Yaramon gently tweaked the harp, took the juice handed over by the waiter, thanked him with a smile, then turned around and faced him, and spoke a noun in a low voice that he had never heard before.
I'm a tour guide
Aku has never heard of the identity of the tourer. It seems different from the tourer. Is it a branch of the bard?
Yaramon just told him that it was nothing special, just think I was a bard
Then... are your chanting very nice? I just heard your piano sound, and I felt relaxed. Aku looked at her little harp again, his eyes full of envy that was about to overflow.
After all, you have to rely on this to make a living during the tour. If you practice more basic skills, you will always be proficient in your life.
She smiled and raised the little harp and held it on her arm. Her white and slender fingers passed through the trembling strings. The smooth notes kept pouring out like spring water
Seven-leaf clover, Yaramon/Seven leaves watch for eternity/Seven leaves surround fate/Seven leaves quietly watch the pain…
She sang softly, her gentle voice began to flow in the noisy space, and the surroundings gradually became quiet, not only because of the wonderfulness of the song, but also because of the completely unfamiliar lyrics, Seven-leaf clover, Yaramon/The first leaf danced quietly/Please listen carefully to my singing/The warm courage flowed in the blood...
She didn't sing for a long time, just sang these few sentences and stopped with a smile. I'm actually not very good at singing, so I'm going to let you laugh at it.
No, it sounds nice, really
This was a natural sound that was completely comparable to the music of the harp. Aku, who had blushed, praised it with great sincerity. If he didn't mind, that, if he didn't mind...
He thought about the opportunities he missed the past two times, gathered with the courage to have never appeared since he sold the lyrics, and said it out with the will of alcohol, asking me! Please!
The eyes around him suddenly gathered on Aku, and many of his old acquaintances also knew that the famous baker's dream had never fallen on the oven.
However, bards usually don't stay in a place for a long time - except for women who want to settle down after wandering enough
And this young and cute girl, obviously just started her journey, probably wouldn't stop for a stranger she met in a hotel
Aku thought so in his heart, so after a few seconds of silence, he took a sip of ale in frustration, blushed and lowered his head, that... I'm sorry, I didn't mention it.
Yaramon looked at him, her eyes still tender and clear. She took a sip of the cool strawberry juice, then took the wine glass in front of Aku and put it on the other side of the table where he could not reach it.
Then, facing his somewhat confused expression, she smiled and said: The first lesson I teach you is to stop getting this kind of drink that can ruin your voice.
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