Chapter 242

For Lorraine hill, it's not difficult to sing after learning from Mrs. philea, but she prefers to sing alone to express her emotions. When performing in public, we have to take care of people's preferences. It's not annoying, but more restrained and less comfortable.

But it's OK to vent your feelings and thoughts to the outside world once in a while.

The light leather shoes stepped on the steps, revealing the white socks. Lorraine jumped up gently and then landed on the top of the shed, which surprised the poetess who was originally on the top of the shed. Then the blue girl with two horsetails stretched out her white wrist.

"Can you lend me your piano?" The girl's voice was clear and ethereal.

"OK... OK." The minstrel was a little surprised to pass the sitter in his arms, and then jumped off the roof, leaving the girl alone. And the people below are looking at this fairy like girl, with expectant eyes wide open, ready to listen.

Lorraine Hill plucked the strings, and a few sweet echoes came from the wooden box.

What's good to sing, loranthel thought. It's reasonable that she should go into the country and sing songs about fighting, heroism and passion. But a little hesitated, and some do not want to, do not like is not like it.

She doesn't like fighting and killing very much. The picture she wants to see is that everyone can sit down and live happily together. I don't know whether she can do it or not. She still wants to convey the kind of beauty she expects in her heart.

With the change of thought, the notes in the hands slowly changed, and finally, soft and light music rang beside the campfire.

At first, it was a flexible plucking sound of the strings, and then it sounded like a song of clear spring and flowing water.

"It's about to start."

"The world at night moves"

"Little dots are flashing"

"Turn, turn, that gorgeous dance step"

"Welcome to the forest"

The clear song gradually introduces people's mood into an ethereal and mysterious world. It's a quiet forest with fireflies flying. There are flowers in full bloom in the moonlight, and a few small figures dancing among the flowers. They have butterfly wings, and they are waving fairy wands scattered with stars in their hands.

"Sometimes it's a little disturbing"

"Sometimes they play pranks"

"Magic, anyway."

"It's on our side."

"To multiply the three rhythms"

Welcome to the forest (welcome

The girl's eyes closed slightly, her eyelashes trembled gently, her soft voice was ethereal and pure, and everyone's hearts were like orchids in the moonlight, swaying slightly in the night wind.

"The world of night rings"

"This heart is more free than anyone else's"

"Gently swaying and dancing"

"Welcome to the forest (welcome!)"

With the plucking of the strings, the dots of fluorescence fly slowly in the air, adding a kind of quiet beauty to the noisy world. Then these dots of fluorescence chase each other, surround each other, and slowly turn into a green butterfly.

"Look over there, look over here"

"Looking for something to relieve boredom"

"What are you going to do next?"

"Let me think about it"

"These days are incredible."

"Not bad, either."

"Well, come to the depth of the forest (the depth of the forest... Seems to be leading... To begin!"

Green butterflies are flying all over the sky, falling on the shoulders of girls, on the fields full of grass, on the burning flames, and on people's hearts.

Small seeds began to sprout, branches and green branches spread on the earth, they wantonly and unrestrained growth, small branches continue to climb, from small trees slowly into shady trees.

The fire was covered and destroyed by the growth of green branches and leaves, and the whole venue fell into the forest. The vines were put up and connected among the branches, and the blue orchids blooming on the vines sent out a little fluorescence, which decorated and dressed the whole venue.

The cool moonlight shines from the sky in the shade of the trees. The girl's long blue hair is also coated with a layer of silver, just like the stage of fairyland.

"The fragrance of the flowers envelops the body"

"Walking in the place we've been waiting for so long"

"Let's dance dreamily and happily"

"Little moon, little stars"

"This is where we meet face to face."

"Let's dance magnificently and fiercely"

"On this stage of time"

...

The original noisy venue was quiet, only the girl's light voice circled in the forest and the moonlight, washing away the deposited anger, the fanatical eyes slowly softened, and the restless heart gradually calmed down.

It turns out that there are more beautiful things in this world besides fighting and killing.

How long has it not been so calm? The old shaman looked at the girl who was singing on the harp, and his thoughts seemed to float to the distant past.

Orcs with various characteristics lived all over the world a long time ago. There are snow capped mountains, leafy forests, quiet lakes, flowing rivers and sunset, and endless and distant sky.

When did we start, or did we become so narrow-minded?

It seems that fighting has become the whole of life. Is it really a kind of happiness to die in the process of killing?

Is there really only one choice in life?

Kedaren, the king of tusks, only taught the orcs how to fight, but did not tell them how to live after fighting. Because he spent his whole life in battle, must posterity also spend it in battle like him?

Problems never thought of before began to emerge in the mind of the great shaman, and a new angle and world began to spread in his heart.

Perhaps over the years, their thoughts have been drilling 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 daily life. In such a closed and monotonous world for a long time, the mind is unconsciously alienated and becomes extreme and narrow.

Just as the old shaman was immersed in the reflection on the past, the singing in the venue finally came to an end and ended slowly.

"Let's dance magnificently and fiercely"

"On this stage of time"

The clear and beautiful song gradually stopped, and the audience still did not move, still immersed in the beautiful world and dream.

Until a heavy fruit fell from the branch and hit a wolf ear audience on the shoulder, he picked up the green and full fruit in the grass, and after breaking it off, the light red flesh sent out an attractive fragrance.

A bite, overflowing and sweet juice filled in the mouth, people's spirit is refreshing and shock.

Looking up, the green branches are covered with red, green and yellow colorful fruits. These exquisite fruits are crystal clear and full, which are very popular.

The breath of harvest is filled with people's exclamations and joys, just like a fairyland in a fairy tale.