canary in cage

Gold coins are something that you must get. If you follow the other party's wishes and ask, then the other party will definitely intensify the conditions in the end.

That would be too much of a loss.

The corners of the man's lips were raised, he tilted his head, and glanced at the things on the shelf in the distance. It was a violin.

"If you manage to pull it off, the gold coin will be given to you."

Before Cecil opened his mouth to speak, a delicate voice came from behind the man again: "You are bullying others like this."

"Bullying? I'm the organizer. I'll do what I say. How can it be bullying?"

The person behind seemed to think about it, grinned and replied: "You are right, so be it."

Those who were close to him gasped when they heard it, which obviously meant that they didn't want to give it away. Now that the trouble is happening, it's obvious that it's just for fun.

Thinking about it, everyone around shook their heads.

The strings of the violin on the shelf were about to break, and it was obviously not for people to play.

Cecil looked at the violin in the distance, tried to pinch his left hand, and looked at the eyes of the person in front of him.

He asked, "Is there a score?"

The man was taken aback by the question, then raised his brows, and burst into laughter that couldn't be concealed from his throat. After laughing for a while, he finally stopped, and raised his hand to pat the judges sitting aside.

"Go, go up and get the score."

Taking advantage of the time to get the score, Cecil has already started to study the violin on the shelf.

The size of the violin is just right, but it is a bit difficult to press it down. There are not many calluses on the hands, but red marks appear on the hands as soon as they are pressed down.

There must be too little time to tune the string now, there is no way, that gold coin is very important to him now, Cehir had no choice but to bite the bullet and take the bow.

The judges took the score very quickly, and ran down from upstairs within a few minutes. After all, it was what the master said, so I didn't dare to neglect it.

"That's it." The man chuckled, put the score on the piano stand, looked at Cecil and said, "Just play one sentence?"

The corner of the man's lips raised slightly, he nodded, his face was full of complacency, and he turned around to make room for Cecil.

Cecil glanced at the score, and the difficulty levels were almost superimposed.

Cecil exhaled, and his eyes fell on the gold coin in the distance, and then he tore off the scarf around his neck.

The violin was just stuck between the jaw and the shoulder and neck, and the curvature of the body was just tight to the extreme, it was like a beautiful sculpture standing in place.

Cecil looked at the first sentence on the score, and pressed down the taut string without hesitation. Before he could react, he completed the first sentence in a second.

In an instant, everyone froze in place, and Cecil also put down the violin in his hand. He could feel the skin on his fingertips a little bit.

"Gold coins." Cecil stretched out his hand and opened his mouth.

The smile on the man's face was even more obvious. He reached out and took out a gold coin from his pocket, put it in Cecil's hand, and said with a smile, "Excuse me, are you interested in playing for us?"

Cecil took the gold coin and stuffed it into his pocket, and opened his mouth: "Pay?"

The man seemed to have heard the joke, and opened his mouth and said, "Of course not, it's your honor to play for us!"

Cecil was stunned when he put on the scarf, took a step back, bowed slightly and said, "Sorry, forgive me for not being able to go."

Before the other party opened his mouth, he got into the crowd with the bag.

Looking at Cecil's back, the man lifted half of the hair on his forehead, and the deep meaning in his eyes became more obvious.

It seems that he is still a stubborn and down-and-out nobleman.

In one night, he fell from the hotel to the slums deep in the street in an instant. Cecil walked on the road and looked at the surrounding scene.

The slums in the West Asian continent are very similar here, and I have been here several times with my father.

Cecil found a corner where no one was there. There were dry straw and walls that might block the air vents. It was simply a luxurious residential area in a slum.

Cecil sat on the withered grass before taking out his sore and swollen left hand.

Seeing the blood on the palm of his hand, Cehir was also startled. He thought it was just a scratch on the skin.

After the eyes saw it, the pain-sensing nerves on the fingertips seemed to be stimulated, and the instant pain stimulated the brain.

Cecil stuffed his fingers into his mouth, and a strong smell of iron filled his mouth, and the fingertips stimulated by saliva stinged even more.

After he couldn't feel the taste of blood, Cehir released his fingers from his mouth, and the front looked a little wrinkled.

After a busy morning, I was finally able to eat something. It was fine at first, but after drinking a few sips of milk, I felt dizzy before my eyes, and there were double images in front of me.

Something is wrong!

Cecil was full of energy in his mind, but the things in his mind kept telling him that he was about to die.

Cehir propped himself up, without caring about anything else, and directly covered his body with dry grass, not even his head.

His eyes were getting dizzy, and his eyelids couldn't stop fighting. Cecil let out a breath, and just a second before he was about to lose consciousness, there was a commotion outside.

It seemed to be an act of putting people on the car, and several people shouted.

"Everyone who faints will be taken away!"

Cecil closed his eyes half-closed, and saw through the cracks in the dry grass that the group of people was the same as those who distributed food in the slums in the morning.

The extra Cecil didn't have the energy to think, just after taking a breath of air, his head lost consciousness.

Cecil covered his body with dead grass in advance, and covered himself tightly in the corner of the wall, but those people didn't notice it in the end.

But the withered grass on his body was dead grass after all, and it couldn't take any measures to keep warm. He didn't know what was added to the milk, and Sehir didn't have any consciousness for the whole day.

When he woke up again, it was almost dark outside, and the bones in his body were hanging in his body like falling apart.

His head was more dizzy than yesterday, Cecil sat up propped up and leaned against the wall.

At night, the air outlet also changed direction, blowing in from outside from time to time.

Cecil looked at the gold coin in his hand, it would definitely be enough to stay in a hotel, but he can't be so extravagant now, he still needs to think about it in the future.

In just one night, the plan had gone from living to living.

Cecil raised his hand to touch his forehead, which was getting hotter and hotter. After all, he couldn't do anything, even Luoman couldn't protect him.

The withered grass was blown by the wind and made a painful buzzing sound, as if mocking this person who had never seen the world, thinking of running out by himself.

Cecil closed his eyes lightly.

Sorry, Loman...

He sort of wanted to... go back.

Maybe……