Chapter 495 Piano and Song

After the cat nature was satisfied, shame took over again. So, without even a moment to mourn for her own loss of composure, Atalanta ran away. She must have not dared to meet this couple for a long time.

Shuoyue tilted his head. Although he understood why Atalanta ran away, he did not understand why she did so.

Isn't it just playing with cats when she is free? Even if friends come to visit, they have never seen cats raised at home not allowed to be touched?

——Shuoyue, who completely treated Atalanta as a cat, thought so.

As for Joan of Arc, she understood Atalanta's awkward behavior as a completely different emotion. She thought that she had exposed the abominable behavior of Ta Miao's deceitful touch and hug, and she was in a state of complacency.

However, the appearance of Ta Miao also made Joan of Arc feel a sense of crisis. She looked at Shuoyue and took the initiative to say:

"Shuoyue, there is a song, I wonder if you can play it?"

Looking at Shuoyue with expectation, Joan of Arc said the name of the music that people passed on by word of mouth during her life.

It is worth mentioning that there was no piano in the 15th century. There was only an instrument called "harpsichord" which originated from Italy. The timbre of this harpsichord was not ideal, with low volume and single timbre. It was not until the 18th century that the German Christopher improved it and the prototype of the modern piano was formed.

Thanks to his abundant music theory knowledge in his previous life, Shuoyue knew something about the song that Jeanne was talking about, but he just showed a slightly helpless expression and spread his hands and said:

"You also know that the history of this instrument does not border on the era you live in, so..."

"I understand." Jeanne sighed a little disappointed, but at this moment, Shuoyue changed the subject and said:

"Of course, if you can sing the tune, I can play it?"

"Really?" The girl was startled and looked at the young man with some suspicion. She always felt that the arc at the corner of his mouth was like a smirk, "You are not trying to trick me into singing for you, are you?"

"In that case, I will change the way I say it." Shuoyue was unmoved, but said calmly:

"Dear Miss Jeanne, please ask, are you willing to sing a song for me?"

"..."

"What's wrong?" The young man tilted his head in confusion, looking at the girl with a serious look in his eyes.

Jeanne, holding her red cheeks with both hands, turned her head away, her amethyst eyes wandering around, telling the owner's flustered feelings.

"Too, too serious... How can I be embarrassed..."

"Really, but now I just want to hear you sing?"

"Still, still bullying me!"

The two's love comedy did not fall into the sight of others, but someone hidden in the soul of the assassin was almost laughing crazy.

Compared with Altria, who suppressed her inner emotions and had no understanding of men and women, Jeanne had never experienced love, but in romantic France, even a country girl would yearn for the sweet love described in the story picture book, right?

And Shuoyue, who appeared as an Assassin, was quite straightforward in character, and inherited the super high IQ and EQ of the original body - obviously, such a man can always cause a fatal blow to his female companion during the ambiguous period of love, with outstanding results.

Not to mention that the target is a French girl who is just beginning to fall in love.

"If...if Shuoyue sings along, I can..."

"Really? But you have to let me hear it once, right?"

"Yes, yes."

In this way, Joan of Arc was easily led into the trap. She cleared her throat, uttered a few syllables tentatively, and began to sing.

It was a simple ballad that was circulated in the army during Christmas. At that time, Gilles de Ray instigated everyone to put her, who had only heard the song a few times, on a temporary stage, causing her to make a big fool of herself.

She practiced secretly and finally learned the song in her spare time. When she was holding back her anger and wanted to impress everyone, the increasingly fierce war made them miss Christmas the following year.

In the third year, she was captured and could only sing the song quietly in prison.

In the end, she didn't even have time to see the Christmas tree. She embraced the flames on the cross and turned into a white dove flying in the sky.

Memories slowly spread out and merged into the graceful song like flowing water, so time favored and engraved the past romance in the dusk.

"Do~"

The sound of the piano sounded, harmoniously blending into Joan of Arc's song. At first it was just a simple tune, and when Shuoyue finally raised his left hand and began to play formally, the battlefield, smoke, song and hope that Joan of Arc had walked through were slowly spread out like a scroll.

Joan of Arc opened her eyes in disbelief. With the response of the piano, she couldn't help but be a little dazed.

Joan of Arc couldn't help but put her hands together. Her singing was like the sound of nature. Her soul crossed the barrier of time and talked with the old people in the dark.

Worry, concern, blessing... Joan of Arc heard the words and expectations of her comrades. Just when she wanted to answer, a beautiful male voice rang out, and the melody he sang turned into a black-robed young man who walked into the illusion and stood side by side with Joan of Arc.

His fingertips tapped the keys, Shuoyue closed his eyes and sang aloud, as if a big, broad hand was holding a soft little hand, as if the long necks of swans were intertwined, and as if the Christmas lights were wrapping up the falling snowflakes...Gradually, his singing and the girl's singing merged into one. The memory was distant, but the singing was farther than the distance.

Not far away, Atalanta looked at the two people who were only left with their outlines, her animal ears drooped, she snorted softly, and turned away with a strong step, passing by the silver-haired and red-eyed android girl.

Sieg, who was full of thoughts, did not notice Atalanta's expression. When she walked to the door of the room, she heard the sound of piano and singing.

Slowing down, Sieg slowly pushed open the door, and the dusk of the sunset swarmed in, dyeing her eyes into a gorgeous golden red.

"Wow..."

Unable to help but make a slight inhalation sound, what came into Sieg's eyes was a picture that told all the beautiful things.

The black robe swayed, the young man sat upright beside the piano, playing the piano, with a smile on his lips; and the golden-haired saint put her hands on the piano, well-behaved and cute, humming a clear melody, looking at her lover affectionately, never leaving for a moment.

It was a wonderful scene that could heal even pain, war and suffering.

At the end of the song, Jeanne's face was red, and she walked to the corner and squatted. Shuoyue closed the piano cover and looked at Sieg at the door, with a smile on her face.

"Come in, Sieg, what do you want to see me for?"

He had already noticed the android girl at the door, and Jeanne must have done the same.

It was just inexplicable, how did the relationship between him and her reach this point?

Thinking about irrelevant things in her mind, Sieg stood in front of Shuoyue, recalling the scene she saw today, and pain occupied her spirit again,

"Please help me... Teacher, I don't know what to do."