"That's great, my God... did that idiot Monette find the treasure?"

"Why did such an outstanding young man come to this shabby cafe? Is she a customer?"

"Damn it, Monette, did he really find a cheap pianist?"

"Goddess, this is so wonderful! She looks like a new face. I have never seen her on these streets before."

The whispers in the cafe were kept very low. The customers were afraid of disturbing the "musician" who was playing, and they didn't want to disturb other people who were enjoying the performance. At most, they could only say a few words of emotion to the people around them to express their inner feelings. of surprise and appreciation.

"Lady boss, please have two more glasses of Southwell beer. Can I ask you about the girl?"

Martha refilled the empty glasses of the two men at the bar, and smiled very flatteringly: "Two glasses cost ten pence, but don't try to trick the little girl! We spent a lot of money!"

One of the men in a suit pushed a sole on the table: "Give her the rest as a tip, she plays really well. If this was played in a concert hall in the West End, it would cost more than ten sores per performance. "

Another unshaven man laughed: "I've never seen you actually go to those places, Tony!"

"I always read magazines and newspapers. News is the backbone of business, old Pep."

The man with a scruffy beard handed another penny to the smiling proprietress: "This is for the old neighbor. I'm not an unreasonable guy like Tony. He knows nothing about business when he sells goods. So I won't give it." Ask the girl, will she come again in the future?"

Martha smiled and collected all the money on the counter, and raised her aquiline nose proudly: "Of course! She will definitely be here this week anyway!"

Old Pep drank all the wine in the glass in one gulp, dusted off the recently popular dark blue peaked cap on his hand, pressed it on his head, and then stood up with a smile: "Then I have to congratulate you, look. Look at the expressions on the faces of these old friends in the store! You will soon run out of benches."

Martha's smile became sincere. She looked at Esther's back with satisfaction, and took two plates of steaming French fries from the kitchen window. Although Martha didn't know much about music or art, she also liked the young girl's piano sound. It was tens of millions of times better than Thomson. No, comparing the two was exalting Thomson!

The man in a suit did not leave. Instead, he sipped the beer in his glass, closed his eyes and enjoyed it all, even breathing a little lighter. His fingers resting on the wall of the cup tapped lightly, one after another, following the beat of the piano.

By the end of this performance, people in the cafe applauded at the same time. Some guests even stood up excitedly and watched the performer awkwardly bow to thank them. Immediately, some people started to coax her to play a few more songs. Martha was carrying a tray of grilled chicken wings to the table. She put down the plate and waved her hand at Esther, telling her to continue playing.

Since the guests like it, there is no need for Esther to do such a small thing as serving the dishes. The guests also like to hear it anyway.

Of course Esther would have no objection. She moved her fingers and recalled the score of another piece of music in her mind. She found that even the piece that she was not familiar with could now clearly appear in her mind, and there was nothing left to do. Yes, it’s just played.

The real melody finally came from Tianlai Cafe, and a cheerful and light little waltz floated above each cup. The Monettes' business tonight was far higher than usual. Martha's smile never disappeared from her face that night. Pass.

At the end of the day, Esther received her week's salary directly. When she was helping Martha wash the plates and cups, Martha kept saying, "I've given you all the money, but you can't go to someone else's house." Home". Esther couldn't hold it in any longer, and Thomson next to her burst into laughter, and Martha kicked her twice in anger and embarrassment.

Martha was still smiling happily. As she sorted the dried dishes into the cupboard, she rubbed the corners of her eyes with the cuffs of her elbows: "To be honest, if our son had survived, maybe He really knows how to follow his father's expectations and learn a 'playing piano' or something like that. I don't understand this, but Thomson always talks about it."

Esther then learned that the Monettes also had a child, but it died at a young age. Martha's body was no longer suitable for childbearing, and the two continued to live like this.

In addition to the ten soles weekly wages, Esther received ten and one-half pence in tips alone, and this was just the results of the first day, even excluding half of the piano royalties that Martha took from it. Although it was not very kind to withhold tips, Esther didn't care. After all, Martha even gave her a week's salary in advance.

Esther saved the money and a large bag of scrambled egg sandwiches that Thomson gave her. She first went to the second-hand clothing store on the street next door to buy two changes of clothes. She also went to the tailor shop to order underwear, and so on. When she got down, the suler she had shrunk by more than half and turned into a bag in her hand.

Because of Mr. Thomson's enthusiastic support, the food burden was not so big, and the remaining money was barely enough for Esther's preparation expenses. According to the agreement between Martha and Esther, she can have a day off every Wednesday, starting from next week of course. Ms. Martha will not suffer any losses.

When approaching the apartment building at No. 7 Lily of the Valley Street, Esther immediately saw the newly added sunflower next to the pile of potted plants. Its golden petals guarded the flower plate. It straightened its long stem like a guard standing guard. The low flowers stand out like a flock of chickens, blooming vigorously even in the cold wind of September.

This is really unscientific. Extraordinary power is just willfulness.

Esther thought and raised the corners of her mouth again. She began to wonder where Mrs. Romano bought the flowers. No, she seemed to be some kind of "harvest priest". Was it Mrs. Romano's own creation? I don’t know how many people can be fed and clothed by using this technology to grow rice or wheat...

When Esther walked into the apartment, she was startled by the loud sound of a cracker near the door. Her spiritual intuition did not call the police because the other party was not an enemy. Esther suppressed her instinct to dodge with agility and was stunned. Standing blankly at the door.

Among the scattered paper flowers, a man Esther had never seen before was kneeling on one knee, holding a bouquet of white roses in his hand. His large sunglasses blocked most of his face, making it difficult for people to see clearly. face:

"Ah, it must be the mercy of the God of Steam, so that my lonely soul wandering in the world can see your brilliance and listen to the beautiful voice of art. Calvin Lepreux, here to the piano The spirit above offers my name.”

Esther took two steps back and closed the door again with a bang.

The fourth update.