Magic and Vientiane Card System

Well, what should be the process?Let me think about it!

Charlotte fell into deep thought, staring straight at the girl, scaring the girl so much that she almost ran away with her brother.

It was Alice who reached out and poked Charlotte, waking him up.

"Ah, where are you talking about? Yes, singing. Sing."

The girl relaxed a little, adjusted her emotions, and opened her mouth to sing.

"Wait!" Charlotte interrupted the girl suddenly.

The girl tensed up again.No, don't you still want to listen to exciting songs?The girl was really going to cry this time.

Alice laughed grinningly.

"Well, don't get me wrong. I don't mean anything else. I don't like to listen to the three vulgar songs. I haven't heard anything about eighteen mills, two women and one man..."

Charlotte sat upright and said, "In my hometown, singing is a very serious and sacred thing. According to our procedure, you must tell your own story before singing. Only in this way can you impress the judges and audience, and pass it." !"

The dwarf brother put down his wine glass. He had been paying attention to this matter just now.After all, my brother is over 200 years old, even among the long-lived dwarves, he is almost entering middle age.Brother is well-informed, so naturally he won't trust a person.

Although in the previous contact with Charlotte, the elder brother felt that he was worthy of making friends.But there's an old saying among dwarves: It takes 100 years from knowing to being friends.

It can be seen from this that dwarves are actually very stubborn and cautious in making friends.In many cases, it is often the friendship between a person's parents and grandparents and a dwarf, which continues.

The old man was one of the few enlightened people among the dwarves, but he still decided to use this incident to see Charlotte's behavior.

Charlotte was anxious and righteous, and no one in the whole tavern extended a helping hand, only he couldn't stand it and protected the girl.This made my brother very happy.

This friend I made ass!

At this time, my brother stopped pretending to be deaf and dumb, and leaned over and asked, "What kind of custom is this? You have to tell a story before singing?"

Charlotte took the old brother's empty wine glass, took a full glass under the tap of the small wine barrel on the table, and handed it over.

There is a saying that goes like this: He who pours his own wine has no friends.

And asking the dwarves to drink can't be called one cup at a time, you need to call a few barrels and put them on the table to pick them up.Otherwise, you can't keep up with the rhythm.

"Brother, you don't know anything! In our hometown, singing needs to be in a very wide hall, standing on a big stage, lighting, photography, and sound engineers are all ready. There are hundreds of people in the audience The audience, and several judges."

Charlotte raised her wine glass and clinked with her brother, "Gudong" took a big sip, "Then you go on stage, generally speaking, you either sing first and then tell your own story. Or you tell the story first and then sing. Anyway A story is a must, and ah, your story should be more tragic than the stock market! Then the audience and judges will have a high evaluation..."

Charlotte generally recalled the famous program "Chinese Good Voice" of my big heaven, and described it to my brother.I bluffed my brother, and I was stunned for a while, and I forgot to drink.

"How about I sing you a song?" Charlotte was a little anxious.

"No! Don't, don't, don't!" The old song came back to his senses all of a sudden. If Charlotte started to sing, he couldn't stop.Is the monopoly of the microphone a false name?At that time, the wine will not be good.

"Then who? Hurry up and tell your own story!" The old man hurried to look at the girl, pretending not to see the longing on Charlotte's face.

Do you long for power?No, I long to sing!

The girl's heart was completely shocked at this time.Although he couldn't understand what the gentleman said, he roughly understood what he meant.

Is there such a place that places so much emphasis on music?Mom, if I take my younger brother to this gentleman's hometown, I will be able to sing happily, right?Mom, please bless me.

The girl thought of her deceased mother, and her heart calmed down. She spoke slowly, as if thinking about where to start.

"My...my name is Celine, I am 13 years old, this, this is my younger brother Dimansh. He, he doesn't like to talk."

The girl's younger brother, Dimansh, was a little dazed, not as lively and spiritual as a normal five or six-year-old boy.He just dragged his sister Celine's clothes in a daze, and followed behind in a daze.

The girl Celine gently wiped the stains on her brother's nose, and said softly: "We are not residents of Helsing. We moved here from a land of freedom. My father used to be a famous singer... "

Leo Tolstoy once said in "Anna Karenina": Most happy families are alike, but every unhappy family is unhappy in its own way.

Celine's father used to be a famous singer, and his family was happy and happy.Until one day her father went crazy strangely, drove all the family members out of the house and locked himself in the house.And then a fire burns everything up...

After Shilin's mother was a declining nobleman, she disregarded the family's obstruction and severed ties with the family and married Celine's father.

Undeterred by her pain, this strong woman moved to Helsing, Norfolk, with her son and daughter after selling what little property she had.

In the land of freedom, the possibility of a poor woman with two children ending up as a slave is too great.

But just three months ago, the girl's mother finally passed away from exhaustion and illness.Even at the last moment of her life, she was telling her daughter to take good care of her younger brother, don't give up hope, don't give up singing...

Celine has no choice but to wash clothes for others by herself, so she has no way to support her younger brother.Finally, in desperation, he chose to come to the tavern to sing for others, trying to get a little tip and buy a piece of black bread for his brother.

She actually knew that the tavern was a mess and not a safe place.But there was nothing she could do.She really has nothing else to do...

Celine's story is tragic, but this is just one of countless tragedies, just one that Charlotte and the others encountered.

Charlotte put down her glass and said in a deep voice: "If life deceives you, don't be sad, don't be angry! Get through this sad day: Please believe that the day of joy is coming. The heart lives in the future; the reality is pale: All is short, all will pass; and all that is past will be lovely."

He said: "I used to give this poem to the unicorn goddess, and now I give this poem to you. I hope you can be as strong as your mother. I hope you can sing happily."

Celine's tears finally fell, and she had not shed a tear since her mother died.No matter how hard it was, I never shed a single tear.She knows that she is the only support for her younger brother now, and she cannot be weak.

But now she really couldn't bear it anymore, and she didn't want to bear it anymore.Tears are like the river water that has broken its embankment, like the irrepressible raindrops in the clouds...

She nodded heavily.She is grateful to this gentleman, she will be strong, she will sing happily...

She thought of the songs her mother used to sing to her, on those difficult and frightening nights.Mom said her heart will always be with us...

Celine began to sing softly, her voice was ethereal, like a spring in the depths of a forest, or like an echo in a deep valley.The voice grew from small to loud, and finally she was the only voice in the entire tavern:

"Every night, in my dreams

i see you i feel you

i understand your heart

space across our minds

you showed me your coming

no matter how far you stay away from me

I believe my heart is with me

You knocked on my heart again

you melt into my heart

my heart goes with you

with you

......"

That song pierced the shell that envelops the heart called indifference, and that song softened the dark cloud that filled the soul called malice.That song echoes in your soul.

When that song comes to mind, you forget everything else, there is no other sound in your head...

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ps: One poem, used twice.I'm such a saving genius! !

Also, does anyone know what song this is?