Raiders of villains, I am always attacked by villains

Chapter 305 The Mermaid and the Harp (Extra)

Many years later, he traveled through the world and still remembered that face.

The harp plucked by the traveler's fingers spread out on the seashore, and there were many people watching the traveler's appearance and the sound of the harp, and their eyes were full of longing and admiration.

And the traveler just played the last note, and took the piano neatly.

There was also a youthful and beautiful girl Qiqi Ai in a light-colored floral dress who blocked his way, raised her head and asked reverently if she could play another song.

The traveler's expression remained unchanged, and his voice was cold: "One song a day, just for her."

who is she?I'm afraid even the fishermen who live by the sea can't tell why.The man in the white silk dress came every day, and only played one song every day when the sea started to darken after the sun went down.

Sometimes the sound of the piano is clear and pleasant, as if thinking of my sweetheart.Sometimes it is low and hoarse, as if remembering old things that he doesn't want to face.

"Grandma, why does that gentleman always play the piano at night?"

The girl who was rejected was not annoyed, but ran to her door with a curious face and called grandma in a daze.

The old elder smiled lightly: "It is said that sea monsters in the sea feed on tourists, and they also love to listen to the sound of the harp."

"Ah?" The girl opened her eyes wide in fear, "Does that gentleman want to meet the siren?"

Grandma waved her hand to urge her to go back to the room earlier: "Don't meddle in so much business, other people's wishes have nothing to do with you."

Those who tried to talk to him all returned in frustration.No one in the fishing village knew how long he had been here, nor could he guess where he went every day, but there was never any rain or shine.

When his desolate gaze was calmly gazing at the sea, his fingers would also unconsciously stroke the pure white long sword in the sheath on the side of his upper body. A touch of dark red happened to be dotted on the hilt. Sharp.

He still remembered the glow of joy in the eyes of those fathers who had never looked directly at him when he presented the sword, and the light in his own eyes dimmed along with the blood on the sword.

The long sword was pulled out, and some sea water was stained. He placed the blade on the palm of his hand, and his brows furrowed uncontrollably.

The sharpest sword in the world can only hurt him.No matter how many times he tried to hurt himself with it, there would never be any scars left by the blade.It's as if it deliberately put away its edge.

The more you can feel the silent and gentle protection, the clearer the suffocating pain in your heart will be.

Divinity, power, ambition.Everything he wanted has now been settled, but the heart blinded by hostility began to covet a better and gentler one again.

The sound of the sea tide rose again, and the huge waves pushed the morning and evening line to swallow the last bit of red sunlight. When the moon came out, the clear brilliance that we had looked up to together fell quietly on the sea.

His voice was out of tune, and he didn't know what to do to relieve his bitter heart. He was obviously someone who had been lost for a long time, so why did he occasionally have the idea of ​​wanting to be closer to her.

He stroked the scabbard with one finger, and his fingers were as gentle as if he was stroking his lover's side face.

"I have been in the world for 30 years. The tavern where my mother stayed in the past is no longer there. I have not traveled too far, and I have been traveling around. The harp broke a string last month. Although I managed to repair it, the tone is always better than before. Different..." He lowered his head a little disappointed, the pain in his eyes was clearly discernible under the moonlight: "If it's not pleasant to the ear, do you still like it?"

No one responded, as always.

He didn't mind at all, just walked in along the icy sea water, and the chants overflowing from her mouth that he had heard before kept echoing in his mind.

"Huh? There are still people here."

The immature child's voice sounded from the side, and Lan looked sideways, and a boy in a small knight outfit was holding a delicate ball and looking at him curiously.

The boy was well-dressed, with innocent eyes, and the dagger inlaid with various gemstones gleamed at his waist, he should be the young son of a noble family.

Before Lan answered, the boy said again: "Shh, I sneaked out. I want to come to the beach to play. Do you want to too?"

Lan was stunned, then nodded slowly, the boy laughed and made a face before kicking the ball in the sea water up to his ankles: "In the story the maid told me, if you hear someone singing by the sea at night, I will meet a mermaid."

Lan asked in a strange way: "And then?"

"Then the mermaid will rescue the little prince who is in trouble, and then they will be together happily!" The boy's tone sounded a little excited, as if he was expecting something: "Although, this ending is what I thought, The maid said that the ending was that the prince was happily with others, and the little mermaid turned into a bubble at sunrise because she couldn't bear to hurt the prince in exchange for her own freedom."

It turns out that the ending of the story she told...

The pain that has been endured for many years is now densely reappearing, I don't know where it hurts, the pain in the heart, the headache, as long as I think of her voice, the way she bends her eyes, it is as unbearable as if she has been poisoned by witchcraft.

The boy didn't notice Lan's strangeness. Instead, he opened his eyes excitedly and asked loudly, "Brother, do you think there is really a Little Mermaid in the sea? Is she pretty? Does she sing well?"

Lan pursed her lips and smiled bitterly: "Very beautiful, the best sound."

The boy looked at him suspiciously: "Have you seen it?"

As soon as the words fell, the ball that had stopped at his feet was rushed by the sea and fell into the deep water. The boy chased his ball and went away without any awareness of the danger of the sea to human beings.

But it was the moment when his footsteps were unsteady and he was washed down along with the waves. Under the half moon on the sea, a beautiful woman with long hair came slowly, and holy singing lingered in the air.

It is still the white-haired golden pupil in memory, and the beautiful fish tail is also silvery and white like the bright moon.

Lan staggered two steps in disbelief, and before she could speak her name, the mermaid that suddenly appeared swam to the shore holding the boy who fell into the sea.

The boy was obviously dumbfounded, and holding his own ball in his arms, he stammered and said, "There are really mermaids in the sea...in the sea! Beautiful sister, look at me!! My father is a king, and I will also Will inherit the entire kingdom, and then..." The boy looked a little embarrassed: "So when I grow up, can you be with me...I won't let you turn into a bubble."

Lan, who was preempted by the little boy, felt that he couldn't breathe, and almost couldn't help throwing him back into the sea to drown him.

And the mermaid just put him on the ground and gently stroked the boy's hair, and the voice overflowed with an unbelievably pleasant voice: "The obedient little prince will not go to the beach alone at night."

She turned around to leave, but was stopped by the word "wan" from the mouth of the young man who had been dumbfounded from the beginning.

Looking back, I caught a glimpse of the man's astonished gaze, which was full of joy and pain.He even trembled when he stretched out his hand towards her: "Wan, come here."

It was like he had called her like this countless times in the glass cage.

But this time, she didn't obey, nor did she run towards him like before.Instead, he gently brushed his hair, and asked softly with a smile, "Who are you?"

who are you.

Until the beautiful fish tail disappeared from the sea again, leaving only the bright moon, he was still stuck in this sentence, looking blankly at his outstretched hand.

Yes, he was not the prince in the story, but he gave her a crueler ending than turning into bubbles.

When all the likes are exhausted, although there is no resentment, it will only be strangers.

I don't know where the pain came from, but the tears in his eyes fell one by one into the sea with the sound of the tide.

He looked up, only to feel that the moonlight at this moment was like the most distant light he had ever seen in the Heavenly Palace.

(End of this chapter)