Chapter 101 The Wonderland in the Fairy Tale
For Lorraine Hill, it was not difficult to sing after studying at Mrs. Filia, but she still prefers to sing alone to express her emotions. And if you perform in public, you have to take care of everyone's preferences. I can't say I hate it, it's just a little more restrained and a little less comfortable.
But it's okay to vent your feelings and thoughts to the outside world occasionally.
The light-colored leather shoes stepped on the steps, revealing the white socks. Lorraine jumped up slightly and then landed on the roof of the carport, surprising the poetess who was originally on the top of the carport. The ponytail girl stretched out her white wrist.
"Can you lend me the piano for a while?" The girl's voice was clear and ethereal.
"Okay... okay." The bard handed the siter in his arms in surprise, then jumped off the roof of the car, leaving the girl alone. The people below stared at this elf-like girl, their eyes widened in anticipation, and they were ready to listen.
Roland Hill plucked the strings, and several pleasant echoes came from the wooden box.
What to sing, Lorraine Hill thought, it stands to reason that she should sing songs about fighting, heroism, and passion as the locals do. But after a little hesitation, I didn't want to. If I don't like it, I just don't like it.
She doesn't like fighting and killing things very much. It is the picture she wants to see that everyone can sit down and live happily together. I don't know if she can do it or not, but she still wants to convey the kind of beauty she expects in her heart.
With the change of ideas, the notes debugged in the hands also slowly changed, and finally, the soft and brisk music sounded beside the bonfire.
At first it was a plucking sound of strings, and then a song like a clear spring rang out.
it's about to start
The world moves at night
The little one is twinkling
Turn, turn, that gorgeous dance move
welcome to the forest
The clear singing gradually led everyone's mood into an ethereal and mysterious world, which was a quiet forest with fireflies flying, flowers blooming in the moonlight, and a few small figures danced among the flowers. They had butterfly wings and hands. Waving a fairy wand scattered with stars.
Sometimes a little disturbing
sometimes play pranks
Anyway, it's magic.
is on our side
Come on three rhythms
Drive away the troubles, la la, welcome to the forest
The girl's eyes were slightly closed, her eyelashes trembled slightly, her soft and waxy voice was ethereal and pure, and everyone's heart was like an orchid under the moonlight, swaying slightly in the night wind.
The night world is ringing
This heart is freer than anyone else's
Gently swaying this whirling dance
welcome to the forest
With the plucking of the strings, the dots of fluorescent light danced slowly in the air, adding a serene beauty to this noisy world, and then these dots of fluorescent light chased each other, circled, and slowly turned into emerald butterflies.
look over there look over there
looking for something to relieve boredom
What's next?
let me think
So incredible these days
not bad
Okay, come to the depths of the forest
Emerald green butterflies fluttered all over the sky, landing on the shoulders of the girl, on the grassy fields, on the burning flames, and in people's hearts.
Small seeds begin to sprout, vines and green branches spread on the ground, they grow recklessly and unrestrainedly, and the small branches continue to climb, gradually turning from small trees to large trees with dense shade.
The fire was covered and annihilated by the growing green branches and leaves, and it was dark all around. The entire venue fell into the forest, and vines were erected and connected between the branches. The blooming blue orchids on the vines emitted a little fluorescent light. Decorate and dress up the entire venue.
The cold moonlight shone from the sky, swaying between the shades of the trees, and the girl's long cyan hair was also plated with a touch of silver, forming a stage like a fairyland.
This floral fragrance wraps the body
Wander the place we've been waiting for
Let's dance dreamily
moon flakes stars small dots
Right here we meet face to face
Let's dance flamboyantly
On this stage where time is lost
...
The originally noisy venue was quiet, only the girl's light singing voice was surrounded by the forest and the moonlight, washing away the accumulated hostility, the fanatical eyes gradually softened, and the restless heart gradually became calm.
It turned out that there is more beauty in this world besides fighting and killing.
How long has it been since you calmed down like this? The old great shaman looked at the girl who sang the harp, and his thoughts seemed to drift into the distant past.
Orcs with various characteristics, they also lived all over the world long, long ago, where there are snow-capped mountains, leafy forests, tranquil lakes, flowing rivers and sunsets, and endless and distant Sky.
Since when did everyone still become so narrow-minded?
It seems that fighting has become the whole of life. Is death really a kind of happiness in the process of killing?
Is this really the only choice in life?
The King of Fangs, Kedaren, only taught the orcs how to fight, but not how to live after the battle. Because his whole life was in the middle of a fight
However, do future generations have to spend the same battle as him?
Questions that had never been thought of before began to emerge in the great shaman's mind, and a new perspective and world began to spread in his mind.
Perhaps over the years, their minds have been stuck in a narrow spiral, ignoring and forgetting a lot of things.
The world on the grassland is monotonous and boring, and the lack of diversity leads to the same situation in daily life. In such a closed and monotonous world for a long time, thoughts are unconsciously influenced by it and alienated, becoming extreme and narrow.
Just when the old shaman was immersed in reflection on the past, the singing in the venue finally came to an end and the curtain call was slow.
Let's dance flamboyantly
On this stage where time is lost
The clear and beautiful singing gradually stopped, and many audience members in the venue still did not move, still immersed in that beautiful world and beautiful dreams.
Until a heavy fruit fell from the branch and smashed on the shoulder of a wolf-eared audience, he picked up the blue and plump fruit in the grass, and after breaking it open, the light red flesh exuded an attractive fragrance.
Once you take a bite, the overflowing and sweet juice fills your mouth, making you refreshed and shocked.
Looking up, the green branches are covered with colorful fruits of red, green and yellow. These dazzling fruits are crystal clear and full, which is lovely.
The breath of the harvest is filled with the exclamations and joys of everyone, like a fairyland in a fairy tale.