Wei En returned to the inn quietly. The inn was quiet. It seemed that everyone had rested early after a hard journey.

Wei En was stunned, why was the light still on in his room? When he opened the door, he saw the little girl Fanny sitting by the bed, her pretty little face was red, her eyes were wet, as if she had just cried.

Wei En walked into the house and said, "Fanny, why don't you go to sleep with Aunt Carmen?"

Fanny jumped out of the window and rushed into Wei En's arms, choking and saying, "Uncle, I'm scared."

Wei En was startled, stroked her soft black hair, and said with a smile: "What's wrong? You just entered the city and you feel homesick?"

Fanny got into Wei En's arms, shook her head and said, "No, I just had a dream."

"What are you dreaming about?" Wei En breathed a sigh of relief.

"I dreamed that my father was covered in blood. He came to me and said he wanted to see me for the last time." Fanny said, and started to choke again.

Wei En smiled and picked up Fanny and put it on his lap. He took out a handkerchief and said, "Fanny, dreams can't be taken seriously. Come on, smile."

Fanny shook her head, with fear in her eyes: "But my dad said that my nightmares are sometimes very accurate."

Wei En's heart sank and he stared at Fanny: "Did your father really say that?"

Fanny nodded. Wei En felt uneasy in his heart, but he did not ask deeply for fear of shocking Fanny. He wiped the tears from her face and said: "Fanny, don't be afraid, your father is fine."

Under Wei'en's comfort, the little girl curled up in his arms and gradually fell asleep. Wei'en looked at the little girl's white face and was secretly worried. He suddenly realized that a long time had passed before Vincent's agreed deadline to return home.

A few days.

The next day, the weather was beautiful and the sky was clear.

In the Earl's Mansion, there were lanterns and colorful decorations and drums and music. As the highest official in the county, Earl Singer's fiftieth birthday was celebrated in a grand, luxurious and lively manner.

Sitting in the hall, Earl Singer was dressed in fine clothes, looking at the officials from all over the country who came to congratulate him on his birthday. Hearing the words of praise that flooded into his ears, he felt elated for a moment, and all the hard work of the past few days was wiped away.

And empty.

Although he couldn't show any pride on his face, at the cocktail reception in the evening, when the nobles were wearing exquisite evening gowns, handsome men and beauties came forward to toast, said blessings, and appeared in front of him with flattering smiles.

At this time, Count Singer would inevitably have to drink a few more drinks.

A gentle cough came from my ear: "You have a bad heart, don't drink anymore."

Singer stiffened his right hand and slowly dropped the cup to the table. He turned around and saw the face of a beautiful middle-aged woman. She smiled bitterly and said, "Annie, today is my birthday. Can I have a few more drinks?"

This beautiful woman Anne was Singer's wife. After hearing Singer's request, Anne still had a smile on her face, but a trace of sternness flashed in her eyes and said: "You have already made an exception to drink three more drinks today, and you still want to

How about it? Do you have to get drunk and go directly to the doctor?" Although his voice was low, there was no room for negotiation.

"Annie, please give me some face, okay?" Anne is more than ten years younger than the Earl, and Singer usually gives her three points, but today is no different than usual, and Singer's face seems a bit uneasy.

Anne said calmly: "Someone from my family came from Rio Fort to celebrate you. Isn't that to give you face? If you drink too much later, where will I put my face?"

Singer was speechless when he thought of tonight's distinguished guests. He knew in his heart the importance of Anne's natal family. Besides, Anne was doing it for her own good after all, so why should he be unhappy over such trivial matters?

Sighing, he raised his tea cup, stood up and said to the guests present: "Dear guests, ladies and gentlemen, I am old and it is inconvenient for me to drink more. I can only drink tea instead of wine. Thank you for coming.

, I hope everyone has a great time tonight!" After saying that, amid loud applause, Singer drank all the tea in the cup.

Putting down his wine glass and sitting back in his seat, Singer whispered: "Annie, are you satisfied with this?"

Annie smiled sweetly: "Thank you."

Singer laughed and turned to look at the guests at the reception with a very happy expression. At this moment, Baron Dudek came over and said respectfully: "Count, the town of Gaia has prepared a hymn and is waiting for you.

I present this to you, sir, to add to the fun of the reception."

Singer said "Oh" and said casually: "Didn't you already perform at noon?"

"This hymn is quite special. Gaia Town hopes to bring a little surprise to adults," Dudek said.

"Okay, you can make the specific arrangements."

Singer thought to himself that Dudek was so busy that he was so busy. How could a small and remote village have any outstanding programs? Seeing how dedicated he was in doing things for himself, he reluctantly listened to it.

The reception gradually came to an end. At this time, a round of applause suddenly sounded, and the waiters standing by the wall approached the candles beside them. After a while, the light in the hall gradually dimmed, leaving only the lamp holder in the center still lighting, while the soft light outside the window

The moonlight poured into the house through the floor-to-ceiling windows.

Not knowing what was going on, everyone looked at Singer one after another. Seeing that he remained calm, no one panicked.

The hall gradually became quiet, and all the windows were opened. The cool night breeze blew soothingly into the hall, and everyone's already hot cheeks suddenly felt refreshed.

Outside the window, a crescent moon hung in the blue sky.

The sound of the piano sounded long and cheerful, with a touch of lingering hidden in the cheerful rhythm. Although it was not as clear and sweet as the piano, nor as exciting and vigorous as the drums, on this night, it was like an elegant elf, dancing romantically among the flowers.

Everyone's ears stood up.

The sound of the piano slowly passed away, and a voice rang out:

Hello, joyful spirit!

You seem to live near heaven, with hearty music,

The art of expressing your heart without any polish.

the sun below the horizon,

Emitting golden lightning,

In the clear sky, the clouds are steaming,

You fly in the sunshine,

The seemingly incorporeal joy has begun its rapid journey.

pale purple dawn

Dissolve around your voyage,

Like stars in the day sky,

Although invisible,

But I can hear your strong and joyful voice clearly——

That extremely sharp charge, like an arrow of silver starlight,

Ling Qionglu's star also dims in the morning light,

Until it's hard to tell, but you can feel which space you are in.

The entire earth and atmosphere resound with your graceful singing voice.

As if in the desolate night, from behind a lonely cloud,

The bright moon emits light, filling the universe with clear light.

We don’t know what you are,

What is most similar to you?

Even from the neon-like clouds, such beautiful rain cannot fall,

Comparable to the musical rain that falls when you appear.

The glittering grass, the sound of spring rain falling,

The petals that wake up after the rain can be called bright and joyful,

Everything fresh and fresh cannot compare to your splendor.

Be it a chorus of praise,

Even the songs of triumph,

Compared with your deeds, it is just the exaggeration of air conditioning,

To wake up or go to sleep,

Your understanding of death must be deeper and more profound than we mere mortals can dream of,

Otherwise, how can your life sound flow flow out like liquid crystal?

We look forward and backward, disturbing ourselves for things that don’t exist,

Our most sincere smile is also intertwined with some kind of distress,

However, even if we can let go of hatred, arrogance and fear,

Even if we are not born to shed a tear,

I don't know how I can come close to your happiness.

sweeter and more beautiful than all the joyful melody,

Richer and richer than all the treasures in books,

This is the joy that you, who despise the dust, must know,

Harmony, burning passion, flow from each other's lips,

Your voice is sung again and again,

The whole world is like me at this moment - listening attentively.

The voice of the poem passed through the long window, jumped over the beams, rippled in the wine glass, and shone in the candlelight. Everyone was fascinated by the male voice, which was as rich as Xia Lei ringing in the distant mountains, and as crisp as the pearl rolling down the jade plate.

Attracted by the female voice, he held his breath quietly.

The poem comes quietly and goes away in a soul-stirring way, with the aftertaste still lingering and endless aftertaste.

Immediately afterwards, the snare drum sounded, the flute sounded, and it was the passionate and immortal march that was played.

forward, forward,

son of yorkshire,

The glorious moment has arrived.

The flag and victory call us

Our footprints are all over the kingdom,

Following our count

Spread the reputation of Yorkshire to the world

Men, be armed!

Soldiers, enter the battle!

forward, forward,

United as one, the warriors and the count live and die together

Men, be armed!

Soldiers, enter the battle!

forward, forward,

Never flinch, drink the blood of your enemies and the wine of victory.

The sound of the chorus is like the waves crashing on the shore, like the rainbow shining through the sun, full of indomitable courage and the heroic spirit of others. It echoes over and over again in the silent hall, in the wide courtyard, under the bright moon and the blue sky.

Earl Singer sat on his seat, holding the armrests of the chair tightly with both hands. His eyes were unknowingly filled with excited emotions and became blurry and clear.

He seemed to be brought back to his golden years by this uniform, powerful and proud song, the battle years filled with war songs and the sound of horse hooves, and the military career that haunted him in his dreams many times. Especially when male and female voices began to mix.

While singing duet, he clearly saw countless warriors behind him, in front of him, and around him charging at the enemy's fortress. Just like the song, waves of people came and went, one after another, in the blood.

And completely destroy the enemy with roar.

Forward! Forward!

The melody was so beautiful and the singing was so passionate that all the guests were deeply moved and could not help but sing along softly. When the chorus reached its climax, I don’t know who started clapping and singing.

The move soon infected the crowd. Everyone clapped their hands and followed the beat, playing the strongest note tonight.

"Pah, pah, pah!" The sound was like marching steps, the candlelight swayed, and was swayed by the resonance inside and outside the hall; the breeze and the moonlight danced together, showing off their posture on the music dance floor.

"Boom!" The snare drum struck a strong note, and all the songs suddenly stopped. Then, the sound of the flute sounded, as high-pitched as a skylark flying through the wind and rain, hovering above the blue clouds, the moon and the treetops.

Wandering away in the infinite space.

Everyone's movements also stopped, and the expressions on their faces were intoxicated and surprised. Some men's lips were moving, and excitement was still surging in their chests, looking forward to the majestic and beautiful singing singing again.

"The small town of Gaia presents a song to celebrate the Earl's fiftieth birthday!" It was Dudek's voice, and a tremor could still be heard in his calm voice.

Earl Singer stood up slowly: "Thank you! This is one of the best birthday gifts in my life." He clasped his hands together and clapped.

Following the count's applause, all the guests present clapped their hands and cheered for this novel, unique and extremely beautiful chorus.

The lights in the hall have returned to brightness, and people have unsatisfied expressions on their faces, applauding desperately, hoping to see the actors take their final call like they are appreciating an opera, or even play a song again.

For a long time, no one was seen at the door of the hall, and the singing had long since disappeared into the sky and could no longer be heard. The applause slowly faded, and Dudek loudly said again: "Gentlemen and ladies, the dance is ready.

, please move to the dance hall."

Amidst the lingering sighs, people began to move. Singer came to Dudek and said, "When I change my clothes later, you ask the people from Gaiya Town to come see me."

p.s. The poem recited by Ruola is quoted from Shelley's famous work "To a Skylark". I have slightly changed it to make it more suitable for this article. Friends who are interested can search and read the romantic poems of this famous British poet.

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Chapter completed!