After learning that Vincent was out of town for something, Tull tried his best to invite Wei En and Fanny to stay at his home for a while. He would be responsible for their daily life and food, while Wei En concentrated on his creation. Wei En was not good at cooking.

Although he could make do with it, taking care of Fanny's food was a bit of a headache for him. Since the old mayor was so generous, Wei En was naturally happy to go along with it, and they hit it off immediately.

Wei En locked himself in the room. He did not rush to write, but carefully read the "Yorkshire Annals", hoping to further grasp Earl Synge's temperament through this book. Since recovering from his injury, although he has lost

However, Wei En found that his reading efficiency had greatly improved, which was true to the old saying that a blessing in disguise was a blessing in disguise.

The next day, after a night of conceiving, Wei En established his idea. Judging from the "Annals", Count Singer's early military exploits were his very proud political achievements, so a majestic and passionate melody must have aroused his inner feelings.

Resonance. Wei En decided to use the rhythm of the Marseillaise that he was familiar with in his memory, and then put the lyrics to everyone's happiness, and then wrote a long poem that men and women recited together. As long as he can choose the right singer, Wei En believed that this chorus would be enough to move people.

Every human soul.

While he was writing furiously, the sky quickly became dark, and Wei En was finishing the final touches of the lyrics without realizing it.

"Dong dong dong" A knock on the door rang. Wei En's hand did not stop writing, and he said absently: "Come in."

The wooden door was pushed open, and a slender and well-proportioned figure stood by the door, saying: "Mr. Wei'en, it's time for dinner."

"I know." Wei En didn't raise his head, thinking that it was the mayor's maid who came to ask him to have dinner.

"Take a rest first, everyone is waiting for you to have dinner."

"I got it! You go out first." Wei En's head was racing at high speed, and he was busy making the final sprint, and he blurted out an impatient voice.

The slender figure quickly disappeared, and the wooden door was slammed shut. Wei En frowned and muttered. A quarter of an hour later, he raised his head, with an expression on his face that was both happy and tired. He rubbed his temples, and Wei En

He breathed a sigh of relief.

After walking out of the room, Wei En quickly walked towards the living room across the courtyard.

The living room was brightly lit, and a long dining table was covered with a white tablecloth. The food on the table included fish, meat, and some fruits, and the variety was quite rich. Wei En entered the living room and saw four people sitting at the dining table.

The old mayor Toole was sitting at the top of the long table, holding a glass of red wine in his hand. Next to him sat a man and a woman. The man was Toole's son. Bridge, the town clerk, was facing him.

She had a smile on her face; the woman had sharp eyebrows and phoenix eyes, and short hair. She was a pretty blond girl, but she had a cold face for some reason and didn't even look at herself.

Fanny sat on the high chair, dangling her feet slightly, turned to Wei En and shouted: "Uncle, come quickly, there are so many delicious foods." As she said that, she patted the empty space next to her.

chair.

Wei En walked to the chair and said with a smile: "I'm sorry to keep everyone waiting." The girl wrinkled her nose slightly when she heard this and gave a cold "hum".

Tuer smiled and said: "It doesn't matter. Wei En, I've made you tired. Come, let me introduce you. This is my daughter, Ruola."

Wei En bowed slightly: "Nice to meet you, beautiful Miss Ruola."

Ruola glanced at him and said lightly: "Thank you."

Facing Ruola's obvious indifference, Wei En was a little embarrassed. He smiled and sat down.

Tu'er glanced at Ruola strangely, and then said: "Weien, are you hungry? Eat quickly."

Wei En picked up the knife and fork and peeked through the reflection of the glass. He seemed to see a man with disheveled hair and a tired face. He smiled inwardly. No wonder this girl had this attitude towards him.

After taking two random bites, Wei En raised his glass and said with a smile: "Uncle Tour, I propose a toast to you. I wish you good health and all your wishes come true."

Everyone raised their cups, even Fanny also raised her small bowl of soup: "Grandpa Mayor, I wish you a long life."

Ruola hesitated for a moment and also picked up the cup.

Tu'er took a sip of red wine with a smile and said, "Weien, you have been busy all day today, but have you made any progress?"

"I have initially drafted the lyrics and poems, and they still need to be further revised during rehearsals. Uncle, I plan to gather people and start rehearsals tomorrow. What do you think?"

Tuer smiled and said: "Okay. I didn't expect you to progress so quickly. You are really talented. In this way, you can have a good rest tonight. Tomorrow morning, I will find all the people and you will choose." After a pause,

He looked sideways at Ruola: "Ruola, haven't you always liked singing? How about joining this chorus? Anyway, you are on summer vacation, so it's okay to stay at home."

Wei'en's heart skipped a beat and he secretly screamed, "Oh no!" This young lady seems to have a bad temper and must be an unruly master. She won't be in a lot of trouble if she comes forward. God, please don't mess with her.

As expected, Ruola curled her lips and said, "I'm not interested. I made an appointment with my friend to play at her house in the county town in a few days."

Tour sighed in disappointment and drank down the red wine in his glass silently.

Ruola's eyes flickered, she glanced at Tu'er and said, "Dad, drink less."

Tuer put down his cup and said nothing. The situation was a little deserted for a while. Ruo wiped his mouth with a napkin and said, "You guys eat slowly, I'm going back to the room first." After saying that, he got up and left the dining room quickly.

Bridge put down his knife and fork and said with a wry smile: "Wei En, my sister has this temper. She was fine just now, but she suddenly changed her face for some reason. Don't be surprised."

Wei En laughed and said: "How could it be? By the way, Bridge, uncle said that Ruola is on summer vacation, where does she go to school?"

"Oh, my sister passed the Norton College at the beginning of this year and studied sword fighting."

"Norton College?" Wei En was slightly surprised. Through studying hard during this period, he knew that Norton College was a famous university in the Kingdom of Kant. It was located in Fort Rio, the capital of the Kingdom, and was the leading cradle of talents today.

Bridge smiled proudly: "That's right. Ruola got into Norton College entirely based on her own grades, which is very different from those nobles who entered the school through dishonorable means."

Wei En nodded and was about to speak, but Tuer sighed: "She is just a girl, but she has only seen some big things in the world. Bridge, please don't praise your sister like this in the future, lest people laugh."

Bridge hesitated and stopped talking. Wei En was already very hungry at this moment, so he naturally opened his cheeks and stopped paying attention to those trivial matters that had nothing to do with him. On the contrary, the little girl Fanny, after listening to their conversation,

His expression was dazed for a moment and became a little thoughtful.

After dinner, Wei En declined Tur's invitation for tea on the pretext of revising the lyrics. Fanny held Wei En's hand in the yard and whispered: "Uncle, I also want to go to Norton."

Wei En smiled and said: "Fanny, you are still young and can't go up."

"Then when I grow up, I will go to school there."

Wei En smiled bitterly: "Okay. But Norton College is an aristocratic college, and ordinary people can't afford it."

"Really? Then how can my father go to school at Norton College? Isn't he also an ordinary citizen?"

Wei En was surprised. Norton College is a first-class university that trains military officers and civil servants in the kingdom. Most of the students who graduate from there will enter the officialdom in the future and have a bright future. If it is true as Fanny said, then how could Vincent end up in this remote place?

What about becoming an unknown hunter in a small town?

The moonlight poured down from the blue sky and shone on Fenice's black hair. Wei En gently stroked her long hair, and for a moment, he was filled with thoughts.

The next day, according to Wei En's standards, Tour found more than thirty young men and girls who were lively and lively on weekdays and liked to sing folk songs early in the morning. Wei En went through some selection and left eighteen people, ten young men.

, eight girls. Tour explained carefully and ordered these young people to complete the mission in accordance with the requirements of the commander-in-chief. Good performance will be rewarded, and those who are naughty and mischievous will be severely punished.

When the young people learned that the importance of this performance mission was related to the life of the entire town, everyone immediately stopped playing around and began to listen to Wei En's teachings seriously. Fortunately, Wei En was calm and a little cold.

Humorous, this chorus rehearsal is not a hard job involving mountains of swords and seas of fire, so everyone is relaxed despite their seriousness, and they gradually become proficient in cooperation.

After three days, the rehearsal gradually took shape, and everyone's enthusiasm grew as they became more familiar with the music. Seeing this, Wei En breathed a sigh of relief. It seemed that catching up with the Earl's birthday was not a problem. But he still had something in his heart.

Two problems have been lingering and need to be solved as soon as possible. One is the issue of accompaniment. The chorus' accompaniment is mainly bagpipes and snare drums, which lacks some variety and the rhythm seems a bit monotonous; the other is the female part of the poem recitation, Wei En

I tried several people, but they were all graceful and gentle, but lacked the heroic and romantic spirit, which made this battle poem sound a bit nondescript. There was no way, Wei En had no choice but to reflect it to Tull and ask him to help him think about it.

Think of ways to.

However, Wei En was secretly surprised that this group of young people were not only quick to accept, but also generous and highly malleable. Their overall quality was by no means comparable to that of ordinary country boys and girls who only know how to farm and herd. Especially those in the countryside.

A blond girl named Carmen not only sang well, but was also very creative in her thoughts. During the rehearsal, she took the initiative to suggest some details that needed to be modified to Wei En. When Wei En tried it, the effect was indeed better, and he was immediately applauded.

, looked at him with admiration. While Tour was present, Wei En asked him curiously once. Unexpectedly, Tour was talking about him and he was obviously unwilling to discuss the issue in depth, so Wei En gave up knowingly.

This morning, Tuer sat in the room, holding Wei En's poems with a sad face, a lawsuit on his face. The group of people under Wei En's hands are already the essence of the young generation in the town. If they are not qualified,

How easy is it for him to find a female singer suitable for reciting?

The door opened, and Ruola walked in with a worried look on her face. She saw her father was stunned at the desk. Ruola quietly walked behind him and looked at the white paper in his hand.

At first, Ruola was sleepy and lifeless, as if she was about to yawn, but after reading a few words, her beautiful eyebrows raised, the brilliance in her eyes suddenly appeared, her mouth opened, and she forgot to stretch her mouth.

Lazy up and yawned.

"Dad, who wrote this?" Ruola couldn't help but asked.

Tu'er was startled, turned around and saw Ruola, and said angrily: "You girl, you don't have any rules at all."

Ruola pouted and hugged Tour's shoulders: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, Dad, I was wrong."

Tour shook his head and sighed. Ruola continued: "Dad, who wrote this?"

Tour said: "It was written by Wei En. How is it written?"

When Ruola heard the author's name, the expression on her face became cold: "The writing is average, not satisfactory."

Tu'er frowned and said, "You don't mean what you say."

Ruola shook his shoulders and said, "Dad..."

Tuer smiled bitterly: "Stop! If you keep shaking it like this, my old bones will fall apart."

"Dad, why were you so stunned with this poem just now?"

"Oh, don't mention it. Wei En needs a female singer to recite, so I have to find another one."

Ruola frowned: "There are so many people, and you still can't choose one. Is he deliberately tormenting you?"

"Don't talk nonsense. Wei En said that this poem recitation is the beginning of the chorus. It must be sonorous, powerful, soul-stirring, and catch people's attention at once. Alas, this child has such high demands, how can he catch people's attention?"

After hearing this, Ruola's eyes were filled with brilliance. She couldn't help but take the white paper and read it softly. Tour looked at his daughter's expression. He was a little strange at first, and then he seemed to suddenly understand something.

After a while, seeing Ruola’s eyes still fixed on the paper, Tour asked cautiously: “Ruola, are you willing to read it?”

"Hmm. What?" Ruola didn't react for a moment.

Tuer smiled and said: "What I mean is, are you willing to help your dear father, the father who worked hard to raise you and the father who loves you infinitely, to perform in the choir?"

Ruola felt the hairs on her hair stand on end, and a cold air rushed up from her lower back along her spine, and she shouted: "Ah! I don't want to!"

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Chapter completed!