"——You Shisan, Jin Yuan. You are in good luck. You have a bright future, happiness and health."

The vendor in charge of fortune-telling smiled. He was wearing a frightening robe and put his hands on the shoulders of the young man standing in front of the stall. In Minghui, this action meant blessing.

The heavy rain fell quickly and hit the erected shed, making a clear "crackling" sound.

The young man holding a long-handled umbrella placed the money on the vendor's table.

Beside him, a girl with brown curly hair was waiting.

"You are a foreigner, right?" The vendor smiled happily when he saw the money, and said casually: "Then why not go to the central square and have a look, where the awakening ceremony is being held. Everyone is very happy."

"Aren't you going?" Su Mingan asked.

"What am I going to do? My current life is satisfying enough. I don't want to lose my life by becoming a person with abilities." The vendor shook his head: "I heard that not many people with abilities can live for more than half a hundred years. The stronger the ones, the better."

That’s right, if I have good talent, I will die here in a few days, and I still want to go home and hold my child.”

Su Mingan remained silent.

"——However, I really didn't expect that that group of nobles would be like this. It's all thanks to that mainland saint master." The vendor sighed: "I used to hate them so much, but I didn't expect that these people would leave earlier than us.

…”

Su Ming'an sighed, and then pulled Fia away from the stall.

Raindrops fell on the umbrella one after another, and an independent world was isolated under the umbrella.

Under the rain curtain, everything was unclear, except for the silent bungalow buildings and a towering tower in the town, stationed at the edge like a night watchman.

Su Mingan raised his head and looked at the large-scale glazed tower in front of him. The gems on the tower were shining brightly, even under the heavy dark clouds.

It seems that in the deep darkness, there is a shining tower standing, like a god descending from the sky, reaching out to the people trapped in the mire.

Above the square, bloody light bloomed one after another.

Fia reached out and grabbed his sleeve.

"How is it?" she asked, "Are you feeling a little more relaxed?"

Just now, after smashing the egg and opening a white cat, Su Mingan fell into a short period of self-isolation. When he was preparing to go to the laboratory to donate blood, he met Fiya who was catching up.

Fia said that she knew that his current mental state had been bad, and she had a way to relieve it.

"You don't need any mental relief or any additional medicine." Fia said softly: "You are just too tired recently, and even sleep cannot make up for this fatigue... Not to mention, I can see

Come out, you haven't slept at all these past few days."

"Is it obvious?"

"Why don't you look in the system mirror and see how bad your complexion is."

Su Ming'an followed the instructions and pulled up the mirror, and once again saw a face that was extremely beautiful. Since Qin Wang's complexion was very poor from the beginning, he looked like he might die at any time, even though Fia said he looked bad now,

He couldn't see anything either.

...because it has always been bad.

Su Mingan took back the system mirror: "But spending a whole day playing games is too much of a waste of time?"

The dungeon only lasted for fifteen days. He originally planned to take Hui Shuhang to the nearby forest to kill monsters today, but Fiya intercepted him midway and said she would take him to relax for the day.

"This is necessary." Feiya shook her head: "This kind of fatigue cannot be made up for except by relaxing. You can't shape yourself into a machine that only knows how to catch up with tasks... You have to understand that people always have the ability to control them.

Only when you have your own subjective initiative and can freely control yourself to do things can you be called a free and independent person. If you lose these, mechanical fatigue is common."

"Besides..." she said: "You can't maintain an extreme mental state all the time, otherwise it will not be conducive to daily tasks. Searching for clues, fighting enemies... these actions require energy. If you are in a trance all the time, you will miss it.

a lot of."

Su Mingan thought for a while and felt that Feiya's last words still made sense.

He followed her as she was told, and she seemed to have carefully planned her itinerary. After accepting the novel divination from the so-called fortune teller, she took him to a restaurant in the town.

Steaming hot food was served.

He raised his fork and took a bite of the unique barbecue that Hui Shuhang once said, and then his expression turned into a mask of pain.

The taste of the barbecue is not comparable to the self-service barbecue he had on Zhai Xing. In a world with extremely low productivity, the way it is grilled is extremely rough. Even the salt is colorful and the taste has a strange bitter taste.

.This is even more true for other staple foods. The baguette-like bread tastes like sand gathered together, and the hardness is like chewing stones, with no soft texture at all. Some soups are so sweet that they are completely unpalatable.

As for limoncello, he didn't dare touch it at all, but Fia said it tasted like lemonade mixed with alcohol.

...The so-called delicacies from another world seem to be nothing more than that.

After taking a sip of the bitter and astringent tea and watching the low-quality tea-like plants floating around on the surface of the cup, Su Mingan suddenly understood that the tea Hui Shuhang made for him at that time was, in the eyes of ordinary people,

What a precious thing it is.

At least, it didn't make him think "what the hell is this?" It tasted similar to the black tea he had drunk on Zhai Xing before.

In the eyes of Minghui people, perhaps the very ordinary black tea taste is already the best tea.

Because their daily staple food is those things that Su Mingan finds difficult to swallow.

While he was struggling to eat, Fia seemed to be very used to eating. She moved naturally and did not appear to be choking on the strange food. When she looked at him like this, she even had a smile on her face.

.

Su Mingan put down the fork - the fork was so rough that it hurt his hands.

He looked at the heavy rain outside the window. People were walking through the rain curtain holding umbrellas, and the water flow formed by their footsteps mixed together, like a shallow river on the ground.

Starlight like ice particles condensed on the sky, and the brilliant colors of blue and purple were painted into a patchwork, like a bright galaxy spread out.

He turned his head and looked at the girl with pure eyes. She was looking at him, as if she had some extremely strong emotion that had been simmering for a long time and might burst out at any time.

"Watch what I do." Fia smiled.

"Have you gotten used to it these nineteen years?" Su Mingan looked at her.

"It's pretty good." Feiya lowered her head, held up the knife and fork, and cut into the inferior meat slices with all the muscles and bones connected together: "This time I learned to paint, especially oil painting. My golden sunflower painting is particularly good.

I'll show you the painting when I have time later."

The knife and fork made a harsh friction sound on the plate. She was slicing the slices of meat and seemed to be focusing on competing with it.

"You also learned oil painting."

"Yes, there is also an instrument called the lyre." She raised her fork, as if to show off: "Qin Wang taught me this before. It is very similar to the lyre, and the sound is very clear. I am traveling in the surrounding cities

When I was a child, I saw many wandering bards reciting their own songs and poems with this kind of musical instrument...it was really nice to listen to."

As she spoke, she took out a lyre-like instrument from the space ring on her finger. She flicked it lightly with her fingers, and it vibrated with a sound like jade beads falling to the ground. The beautiful sound was just like what she was doing now.

A fleeting rainbow before my eyes.

The guests dining at the side seemed to have noticed this side. They were wearing coarse linen clothes. No one took the initiative to approach Fia, who looked like she was from an extraordinary family. However, their attention was diverted here, even those passing by.

Store clerks are no exception.

"Qinwang taught me a piece of music before he fell asleep... I am relatively stupid and cannot learn more, so I have been practicing this piece over and over again, for fear that one day I will not play it anymore.

I just forgot about it." Feiya looked at her, her eyes like a layer of morning frost: "The name is... [Scenery], he wrote it himself. Would you like to listen to me play a song?

"

Su Mingan nodded.

There was a crisp sound.

A girl with brown curly hair, her delicate and slender fingers flowed on the strings. She half-closed her eyelids, and all her emotions were contained in her pale eyes. When she strummed the strings, the flowing music flowed slowly along her fingers.

.

The slightly curly hair swayed gently as she moved. Under the dim stone lamp, her fair face was bathed in light and gradually became transparent.

The sky was drooping and raindrops were pattering.

Like the very fine water flow, the natural sound of the wind blowing the flowers and leaves, the distant mountains on a sunny day, the swinging bamboo leaves. Like the fresh air floating after the rain.

What was revealed in the music was such a fresh and natural flavor, like a beautiful picture scroll slowly unfolding before his eyes.

The busy clerk relaxed his hands, and the people who were talking stopped talking. They seemed to be unable to bear to break the quiet and distant music, and listened attentively, with surprise in their eyes.

And in the music of Feiya, Su Mingan felt peaceful.

...the long-lost peace.

As fatigue fades and stress decreases, the sound of music can indeed bring a sense of soothing to people. It seems to have magical power, awakening people's long-lasting memories expressed in the music between the beats of a note, making everything

The thoughts that gradually solidified and settled became vivid again.

Through her music, Su Mingan seemed to see a vibrant and green scene. Grass and leaves were growing, flowers were blooming, icebergs were melting, the snow was fading, springs were tinkling, and the river was crossing stones and crossing the mountains on both sides.

The mountains and fields rushed along the river bank without any hindrance, like the wind rushing towards freedom.

【free】.

Su Ming'an originally thought that what Qin Wang liked, at least, shouldn't be this kind of music. He grew up in a luxurious aristocratic environment, lived under great pressure since childhood, and shouldn't have such a deep affection for the nature that he rarely saw.

of love.

But in the music, he understood its meaning.
To be continued...