Valkyrie Europa

Chapter 309 Fake Concert
As usual, Nina got up early in the morning. After washing and dressing carefully, she opened the window.

For a moment, the loud voices of people and the faint sound of music clearly entered the room, and also reached Nina's ears.

After making a cup of hot tea and holding it, Nina sat down on the chair by the window, leaned against the window sill, and began to wait silently.

Waiting for that concert that only belongs to her
Nina's house is adjacent to the art street, and not far from downstairs is the busy and lively art street. From the window, you can see the long row of various stalls on the art street.

There are many stalls on the art street, most of which are painting stalls set up by painters, and there are also a few art stalls such as wood carvings and stone statues.In addition to these serious stalls for buying and selling things, there is another way to do business on Art Street, that is, playing!Through a variety of musical instruments, beautiful melodies are played to attract people to stop and listen, and occasionally get some small rewards from the audience.

Of course, this business is not easy to do. Music is something that can only be eaten alone. Otherwise, if you play cheerful and lively, and I play sad and dignified, the two pieces mixed together will definitely have an impact. No matter how beautiful the tune is, it cannot attract customers.Therefore, the booths of the performers are often far apart in order not to be disturbed.Under such an arrangement, even if the art street is hundreds of meters long, it is inevitable to arrange several performance booths.Many people had to leave Art Street and find their way elsewhere.

While waiting quietly, Nina's eyes lit up, and the concert performer appeared!

A young man appeared at the intersection of the Art Street not far away. He had brown hair neatly combed, a thin face, and a faint paleness, but he was still very handsome. Some melancholy temperament, as soon as it appeared, made Nina's heart scramble.

He looked around for a while, found an unoccupied corner, took out a slightly old violin from the violin case, adjusted it a few times, and began to play.

The "concert" officially started, and the wonderful notes began to flow.
Nina also began to look at the handsome performer intoxicated, while listening to the wonderful movements intoxicated.

Nina didn't know the player's name, but she liked the tunes he played. Unlike others, the young people's tunes were relaxed, leisurely, joyful, and free, without any negative emotions.Just like the sunshine in winter, it makes people feel very warm.

Nina grew up in the art street since she was a child, and she has heard all kinds of tunes.These songs are good and bad, but most of them are dark in style, full of a kind of frustrated indignation.Most of the tunes are sad, tragic, gloomy, tired, angry, desperate and other emotions as the theme. Occasionally a few cheerful songs are played, and most of them are masterpieces of famous masters.

And a few months ago, this young man appeared, and with his beautiful and relaxing tunes, broke into Nina's life and also broke into Nina's heart.

Those pieces of music were like streams of oasis, nourishing Nina's heart, making her addicted to the endless sweetness, unable to extricate herself.

However, what made her a little worried was that the location of the young people was not very good, and it was even a bit remote. There were very few people passing by here, and there were far fewer people who stopped to appreciate it than other locations on Art Street.Often young people spend a whole day pulling, and their income is only a few coppers, which makes people feel very distressed.

Alas, how can I help him? Although I have saved some pocket money, would it be too frivolous to give it to him directly?Or pretend to be an ordinary appreciator and throw it directly into his piano case?
With a touch of worry, Nina thought to the sound of the music.

"buzz"

The last note dissipates and the song ends.

The young man squatted down to rest for a while, took out a water glass and took a few sips of water, then stood up again.

However, he did not start to play the next piece as usual, but cleared his throat, facing the three or two appreciators standing in front of his booth who were ready to continue listening to the music.

They started hawking and yelling: "Come here, take a look. The Vienna Comics Club carefully produced the quality assurance! The first volume of "The Great Swordsman Jack" is now in hot release! 35 silver, you can’t afford it! 35 silver, you You can’t be fooled! For only 35 silver, you can take this full 18-page picture book home! Now there are only 5 copies left! Get it quickly, and get it soon! Buy first, enjoy first, and regret if you don’t buy it.”

Nina froze for a moment, her mouth opened wide, she didn't even realize that the cup in her hand fell to the ground.

This...is this the case?

No no no, this must be fake!It must be a lie!You are not such a performer!You are not such a violinist!

I must be dreaming!I'm not awake yet!I am having nightmares!
Oops, it hurts, well, it's true.

It seems like all the good pictures are falling apart
Ah, why does my heart hurt so much!

Picking up the cup under his feet, he took a few deep breaths to calm down.

Suppressing tears, Nina looked out of the window again.I saw that there were only a handful of audience in front of the young man's booth, but now they all disappeared. In the empty booth, only the young man stood there blankly.

Why don't you play the piano well?What are you advertising?What the hell is this ad?Who came up with it?What the hell is this "Great Swordsman Jack"?Still selling 35 silver, are you selling oil paintings?Good violinist, what paintings are you selling?
Countless questions were smoldering in Nina's heart, and she was so blocked that she was about to explode.

Barely suppressing it, Nina looked at the young man not far from the window again, and saw that he seemed to have been hit by something, and now he looked dumbfounded. something.

How can you sell things in such a sudden way of advertising and selling things? Now you have scared the audience away, so panic.

Oh, look at your pitiful face!

Thinking of this, Nina's heart slowly softened.

Forget it, let me help you at that time, 35 silver, right?

Nina squatted down and dragged out a small box from under the bed. This was where she hid her private money, and inside it was all the pocket money she had accumulated since she was a child.

The box was opened, and there were countless coins in it, but most of them were copper coins, not many silver coins.

Picking and picking, Nina finally counted out 35 silver coins.Seeing that the property had shrunk by more than half, Nina hesitated for a while, then stomped her feet, closed the box, and walked downstairs.

"Hello." Standing pretty in front of the motionless young man, Nina called out, "35 silver, right? Give me a copy."

"Ah?" The young man raised his head, his handsome face was blank.

"That "Great Swordsman Jack", give me a copy!" Nina shouted coldly.

"Oh, oh, oh." The young man came to his senses immediately, and hastily took out a large booklet from the piano case at the back and handed it over: "Here, here"

Seeing his flustered look, Nina sighed, took the album, and put the silver coins in his hand: "Hey, here, here is the money."

Then she stomped her feet again, as if she was unwilling, and shouted: "Also, no fake concerts will be held in the future, play the piano well, understand!"

After all, before the bewildered violinist could react, she took the comic book and left without looking back.

(End of this chapter)