Esther's luck in finding a job was still going well, although it was not quite what she expected.

"Sorry, we have no plans to recruit people now." The person who rejected Esther was a woman with a high head and chest. She was the proprietress of this cafe. She had a hooked nose and tall and slender eyebrows. When she smiled, she looked Flattery. But after hearing Esther's intention, she immediately became serious.

"Sorry for disturbing you."

But before Esther stepped out of the store, someone poked his head out of the window leading to the back kitchen: "Wait a minute, can you play the piano?"

"Thomson! I'm warning you! Stop thinking about that piece of shit! I'll find a second-hand store to throw it out next month! Then I can buy a new pot so it doesn't take up space in the store!"

The round-faced cook leaning out of the window smiled innocently. His neat bald head was covered with a flattened chef's hat: "Believe me, my dear, if there is a little musician, our cafe will definitely be more popular." !There is no better marketing strategy than music!”

A rag used to wipe the table was thrown at the cook's face, causing him to let out a strange scream and then shrink back. The proprietress glared at Esther menacingly and pointed to the object covered with dustproof cloth in the small corner, which occupied almost a double seat in the already small cafe: "Did you hear what he said? Do you know how to do that? That’s something only rich families can afford! I really don’t understand what he bought it for.”

"I can give it a try, I've learned it before."

"I'm just saying, you're too poor to learn...wait, can you really play?" The landlady's aquiline nose was slightly raised, and she looked at Esther a few more times, "Just give it a try. . Anyway, my Mr. Fool can’t play it himself, and he was deceived into spending a lot of money. It’s really annoying.”

Another reply came from the kitchen: "I bought it at a very low price! It was something that truly belonged to a noble family many years ago!"

"Bah! I think you were deceived by those second-hand dealers with unknown origins!"

Esther walked to the piano in the corner, opened the dust-proof cloth cover, and also revealed some old things in Li Xing's memories: when she was very young, quality education and art supplementary classes were still the mainstream among children. Out of her parents' expectations, she learned piano and even passed the exam. But as the college entrance examination approached, everything was thrown away. The piano was quickly sold to others, leaving only the melody engraved in the memory and the increasingly unfamiliar fingering.

But this is all a small problem for Esther - her fingers have the "stealer" pathway bonus, and the "decryption scholar" analytical ability is enough to allow her to quickly reproduce the music score in her memory.

Extraordinary, it’s so convenient. Esther sighed with emotion and touched the surface of the piano. There were several sword-like scratches on the side, and there were also a lot of wear and tear on the edges and corners from being moved. She lifted the lid and pressed a few notes. There were not many deviations in the pitch. The piano was well maintained. It seemed that the chef boss was treating this "old singer" with care.

Esther was still familiar with the feel of the first few keys, but as the soft melody in her mind became clearer and clearer, the speed of her finger dance gradually increased. The beautiful and quiet sound of the piano swirled out and spread on the narcissus street outside, as if a young girl holding up her skirt was wandering outside the coffee shop while singing and dancing, with a melancholic and yet melancholy look on her face. full of expectation.

It is the first movement of Beethoven's "Moonlight Sonata".

Esther's eyes gradually lowered. The clearer the melody in her mind became, the less energy she needed to focus on playing. She was immersed in a meditative, ethereal state, and the movements of her hands became smoother. The hook-nosed landlady and the chef both closed their mouths and listened in amazement to the music played by the young lady. They even forgot to continue arguing about whether this piano was built with private money.

A few passers-by even gradually stopped outside the window. They listened to the sound of the piano with enjoyment, but suddenly came back to their senses and realized that they should not waste time here. After silently writing down the location of this cafe, they hurriedly walked in Rush to your destination.

When the piece of music ended, Esther slowly withdrew her hand. She stared at the black and white keys in a daze for several seconds. It's a bit unbelievable that she actually played it like this, without even the slightest jam or pause. It was more relaxed and natural than any practice in her memory.

There was wild applause, and the chef-owner had already walked into the store from the back, with a slightly short beard grinning almost to the ears. He clapped and rubbed his hands excitedly, bouncing on the spot twice childishly, and then looked at the hook-nosed landlady with a pleading look on his face, and his shining eyes were almost drowned by the huge smile on his face.

The boss lady sighed: "Okay, okay, let's try it out first! Try it out for a week and then decide whether to let her stay!"

So the three people introduced themselves to each other. The cook who called himself a "music lover" was Thomson Monette, and the hook-nosed and stingy proprietress was his wife Martha Monette. The couple's husband-and-wife shop has been open on Lily of the Valley Street for ten years. Although they often quarrel, the two support each other and manage the business well, retaining a number of regular customers in the shop.

"Listen, I can't let you stay in vain! Although there are only a few customers in the store, you have to help serve the dishes or wash the dishes when there are not enough people!"

"Okay Mrs. Monette, this is what I should do."

"Call me Martha! Monette doesn't sound good." Martha glared at the food delivery window irritably. Thomson, who had just stuck his head out and smiled stupidly, immediately retracted his head.

"Then my work starts today?" Esther pointed to the piano in the corner. She was now more and more pleased with this piano full of history.

Martha nodded: "You can play it if you like it. We agreed to nine sores a week, but I won't give you a salary increase! The tips the guests give you are your own. You can come later tomorrow, starting at eleven o'clock There will be more talent.”

Esther happily agreed, and a voice came from the kitchen again: "If you don't dislike my craftsmanship, the store can provide you with some food for free!"

"Thomson! Sooner or later, you're going to make us lose our pants!" Martha roared and turned to Esther, "His craftsmanship is actually very good, otherwise we wouldn't choose to open a cafe, right? Don't follow Others say this. Anyway, the store won’t charge you a piece of bread, but you will be charged for other things!”

Esther smiled and nodded repeatedly, feeling quite fond of the couple singing the oboe in this cafe.

Martha snorted coldly: "Do you live far away?"

"It's not far, it's No. 7 at the entrance of the next building."

"Oh? Apartment No. 7? Then be careful. Old Romano always talks to plants, which is very weird. Since you live so close, stay a little longer in the evening and help me wash the dishes."

"You're not treating a little pianist well by letting her do your chores, dear."

The torn rag drew an arc in the air and flew towards the kitchen window: "Thomson! You have a bad temper today, don't you!? You know how to talk sarcastically with me!"

Esther also chuckled foolishly: "It doesn't matter, I can do all the work like washing dishes."

Martha muttered and picked up the rag again, and glared at Thomson's smiling face: "As long as you can do it! It saves me spending money and having to work hard alone..."

——

In the evening, Norn walked out of the crowded subway station, carrying a shoulder bag full of books and notes, and walked tiredly through the Lily of the Valley Street, which remained unchanged day after day.

No, something seems to have changed.

Noen cheered up, and instead of stopping under Apartment No. 7, he walked towards the corner of the next block, curious as to why there were so many people gathered there.

"Teana Cafe" has been open on the 29th for ten years, and it can be considered a "little famous" - despite this name, it was ridiculed because there was no music performance in the store, and it became a well-known one among the neighbors. joke.

Even if the boss Thomson brought back an old piano that had been resold for several years in anger, they could not afford to hire any real musicians, so the boss tried to play it himself, and the farce ended with even happier laughter from the old customers. end.

But there was an exception today, and the people who stopped outside the store were attracted by it. As soon as Noen walked near the cafe, he heard the cheerful and lively music, and the sound of the piano slowly touched his tired heart.

The piano with its side facing the glass case is singing today.

This is not accurate. After all, the performer is sitting in front of the piano. Black and white are rising and falling under the hands of the young woman, as if the window lattice is being beaten by raindrops, non-stop.

Noen stared at "Luna" in front of the piano. Her eyes were half closed, and her soft and peaceful expression turned out to be so pious.

It looks like a bouquet that should be placed in front of a shrine and presented to the gods.

When Noen noticed this idea, he was shocked and quickly took a few deep breaths to suppress the evil thoughts evoked by the vague murmurs. He did not enter the cafe, but stood outside like several other passers-by, quietly listening to the performer's skills.

A man suddenly stretched out his arm from behind, put his arm around Noen's shoulders and pressed on him, greeting him unusually cheerfully:

"Hey Mr. Teacher, that blond lady is really beautiful, isn't she? It's the first time I've seen this type of facial features and such beautiful piano skills. It's steaming! She is simply artistic and beautiful. Incarnation——"

"Gall, you are very heavy." Noen gave way to the side in pain, pulled out his shoulders, and distanced himself from this overly enthusiastic man, lest he could not help but punch him hard. , "You didn't go on a date today?"

"I'm dating music now. This must be a fateful encounter -" The man wearing sunglasses and shawl-length hair as golden as the sun laughed, bared his white porcelain teeth and pointed towards the cafe. The piano and the player, "Now that a new goal has emerged, how can Master Lepreus stand still?"

"I have to remind you, she is the new tenant of our apartment."

The man in sunglasses froze his hand in the air, and then swung it hard. If Norn hadn't been able to dodge quickly, the slap would have fallen on his shoulder again: "This is the Miss Luna Duboa that Richie mentioned. ?Then I’m more interested.”

The man with sunglasses put his glasses on the top of his head, revealing a pair of clear and innocent amber eyes, full of sincere and passionate love, staring unabashedly at the performer inside the glass.

"You will scare Luna. She is not one of those silly girls in college who you can woo just by being courteous. She probably has a lot of secrets."

"You don't understand, Mr. uptight teacher. I admire the gentlemen of Loen, but that doesn't mean that I will restrain my nature of loving beauty." The smile on the handsome face of the man in sunglasses became deeper and deeper, "I am more Love challenges like this.”

Norn didn't say his final warning, "She may not be an ordinary person." If this playboy could really be beaten up by the little "Luna", that would be enough to make him applaud.

Anyway, what was exposed was the identity of "Luna" the extraordinary person, not Norn Murphy's.

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