Alvin looked at her blankly for a moment.
And O'Nian's eyes seemed to be smiling and saying: "Why, are you the only one with some talent?"
Such a pretty girl, playing the piano so gracefully, coupled with the elegant and slim-fitting long skirt, graceful and playful at the same time, really made the people around her stunned. Who would have thought that this girl is not only beautiful, but also has such talents in the market, which is really surprising and joyful.
There were actually some good-looking people onlookers who stepped on their feet, twisted their waists, and danced in time with the sound of the piano.
So under the afternoon sun, a sudden small-scale impromptu dance began to take place in the center of the town.
The music also changed from low and euphemistic to light and melodious. The rhythm seemed to be that of a leaping elf, jumping up and down, jumping from the toes of a girl to the shoulder of a young man, then gliding, stopping briefly on the elbow and wrist of a businessman, and then again He swooped and glided over countless leg bends, stopping on the charcoal that Alvin had temporarily put aside, admiring the works of this little-known young painter.
At this time, the young painter had been pulled off by the girl who could play the piano. One dances with nimble and lively steps, while the other is jerky and stiff, extremely disharmonious. It’s quite interesting to watch how they match each other’s movements.
The noble lady just now was obviously a little angry that Alvin had left her in a mess, but she still walked over to look at the work on the easel. Alvin's delicate brushstrokes vividly captured the provocative charm between the lady's brows and eyes, so a lady full of frivolous hints was clearly depicted.
The noble lady was not upset when she saw it. Instead, she felt that the portrait fit her image of herself very well. The vivid and arresting eyes of desire unabashedly emphasize her playful nature, but the more I look at this painting, the more I like her. But when she turned around and saw Alvin playing happily with Onian, she couldn't help but cast a resentful look at Onian, which was a kind of jealousy for a woman who was younger and more beautiful than herself.
The lady was very generous, leaving twenty runnies on Alvin's easel, and ordered the accompanying maid to put the painting away, and then walked out of the crowd without looking back. She obviously has no interest in this "dance of demons" without class distinction.
The "freckled" missionary obviously didn't get used to it all of a sudden, and maybe he was restricted by his identity. After all, it would have a bad impact on the church if word spread about a missionary participating in such a dance, so he had to stand on the periphery of the crowd, his eyes glaring from time to time. He glanced at the snow-haired girl with a charming smile. Although the girl was not smiling at him, it seemed that as long as he could watch her smile from a distance, he was very satisfied.
Seeing the young missionary beside him standing on tiptoe to watch from time to time, the elder coughed twice as a reminder. Seeing this, the young missionary honestly lowered his head and stopped looking at the center of the crowd.
However, the mercenary leader just now had fallen in love with another girl. He happily held her waist and immersed himself in the dance of the two, completely forgetting his original intention. Of course, for someone like him, it might be nothing.
The wealthy businessman who spent a lot of money was very unlucky. No one looked down on his paunchy appearance. He walked around in the crowd several times without any dancing partners. Even the old peasant women were not willing to dance with him.
The romantic bard was a little helpless. His lute was taken away, and it was taken away by such a beautiful woman. He had no temper at all. The key is that he originally wanted to woo Onian, but he never wanted to be ignored like this. Not only was he embarrassed, but it also felt a bit like humiliating himself. Now he was being dried there, looking at Onian helplessly. Alvin and I were circling there lovingly as husband and wife.
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That afternoon, Alvin earned dozens of rupees from a few sketches. He seemed to be relying on his craftsmanship to travel around the world. As for the easel and so on, it needs to be returned to the painting supplies store after use, so the rent is unavoidable.
"Let's go get something to eat." Alvin pointed at the runes in his pocket and said, "I haven't eaten much from morning until now. I'm so hungry that I feel dizzy."
"Yeah," O'Nian looked up at the sky, "It's almost evening."
So the two found a tavern. It was at the entrance of this tavern that the people of the Shengshi Sect and the Xindu Sect started fighting. The bard just happened to be walking out of this tavern after finishing his drink.
The two of them attracted a lot of attention as soon as they entered the store, and the customers who were in the store couldn't help but whisper. After all, this pair of mysterious and talented young people are now the talk of the town.
Alvin took Onian's little hand and found a seat by the window to sit down.
"Boy, what would you like to eat?" The waitress enthusiastically put the menu on the table.
"Take it easy, you have to leave some money for staying in a hotel at night." Onian reminded while looking at Alvin who was flipping through the menu.
Alvin was stunned for a moment after hearing this, and couldn't help laughing, "Do you know what you look like now? You really look like a little daughter-in-law who cares about her husband, haha..."
Onian rolled her eyes at him angrily.
Alvin looked at Onian, and he thought to himself that this must be the first time she had to worry about her so-called livelihood. He couldn't help but sigh: "You know that the person in front of you was once a princess of a country. Life is really interesting. ”
Of course, Onian knew what Alvin was thinking, so she pinched him hard on the cheek.
"Two of the finest cooked lamb legs, and a bottle of this... Tyrell red wine." Alvin looked up at the waitress and said.
The waitress was sneaking a peek at Alvin while he was looking at the menu. After such a look, she went back to the kitchen with a blushing face.
“Hey, no dessert”
"Do we still have so much spare money?" Onian raised her eyebrows and teased, obviously dissatisfied with Alvin for having the leisure to order a bottle of red wine at this time.
"Don't worry, I can't really ask you to sleep on the street." Alvin said with a smile.
At this time, an old man and a young man in coarse linen robes also walked in from outside the tavern, and sat down at Alvin's table.
This made Alvin and Onian quite confused. Alvin thought to himself that he and this "freckled" missionary were not that familiar yet, so there was no need to be so close, right? So both of them looked at the two uninvited guests with great vigilance, trying to see what the other person's intention was.
The elder smiled kindly, obviously trying to ease the awkward atmosphere at the table.
"I'm not a religious person, what's the matter?" Alvin raised the corners of his mouth politely, looked at the gray-haired elder with a smile, and glanced at the young missionary who lowered his head and said nothing.
Only then did Alvin realize that the young missionary had an ulterior motive for bidding. From the looks of it, he must have been instructed by the older man to do so. So he glanced at Onian next to him. Apparently Onian also noticed this. After their eyes met, they both wondered why they were being targeted by people from the church.
"Your Excellency, I haven't said anything yet, don't rush to reject me." The elder still said with a smile on his face, obviously not caring about Alvin's tone at all, "Besides, God lives here In each of our hearts, whether you believe it or not, he is there."
"As long as we say 'believe it', can we be let go and let the two of us have a meal in peace?" Alvin was used to hearing this set of mysterious and mysterious theories, and his polite face already had a trace of embarrassment. patient.
"I think your Excellency may have misunderstood," the elder smiled, looked at Alvin and said, "I'm not here to persuade you two to join our universal church."
"Oh... it's not a sermon, that's... for what?" Alvin asked curiously.
"I saw your paintings just now. They are really special, so I would like to invite you to make some religious paintings for the church of our diocese." Only then did the elder of the Universal Church express his intention.
Alvin was a little speechless at this time. He thought that those paintings were just for games, and he only regarded painting as a pastime after dinner. He didn't expect that this street performance, which was used to solve his urgent needs, actually attracted people's attention. favor.
"What? Your Excellency is unwilling?"
Alvin recovered from his shock and sighed with a smile: "Oh, what else can I not want to do? I have already reduced myself to performing on the street, so why not go to the wall of the church to make a fool of myself? That's all, that's all. What about the reward? How much is the reward?"
Now it was the elder's turn to be a little surprised. The reason was that he had long discovered that Alvin and Onian's identities were unusual, and that they were just fooling around when they were performing there. He originally thought that Alvin would refuse this kind of work. After all, ordinary nobles are very respectable. How could he lower himself to do the work of an ordinary painter? What he didn't expect was that Alvin directly agreed and even directly discussed the remuneration. This was really unexpected to him.
In fact, even Onian didn't expect that Alvin would agree so quickly. She looked at him in surprise.
"Then...has your Excellency agreed?" The elder confirmed again.
"Then what's there to be fussy about? I'm short of money recently anyway," Alvin said.
He thought to himself that this was indeed a good thing. After all, he and Onian's spending problems urgently needed to be solved by him. Painting a few paintings was much more honorable than robbing homes.
He remembered a sentence he had read in a book before, "If a person has this mouth, he always needs to eat."
"Isn't that what it is?" He said in his heart.
"You have to pay me some deposit, right? Otherwise, where would I get Looney to buy paint or something?" Alvin felt that he really didn't have any face when he spoke now, and he had to be like a philistine. Just like a businessman running errands. But his request actually sounds quite reasonable.
"Why do I feel like I let myself go after a dance? I was still paying attention to aristocratic etiquette in that tailor shop just now." He thought to himself, and then he felt that "he" was an interesting person. "You have to go to a certain point before you can see what kind of person you are."
"Is this... are you in any trouble? Are you in such a difficult situation?" the elder asked worriedly, without any intention of making fun of him.
The young missionary, who had been keeping his head down, couldn't help but raise his head and glanced at Alvin and Onian curiously.
Alvin thought for a moment and didn't know how to answer, so after pondering, he only replied with five words: "It's hard to say..."
At this time, Onian gently held her husband's hand, timely showing a wife's courage to follow her husband and challenge the ups and downs of life. This superb acting skill with extremely quick reactions really made Alvin stunned for a moment.
This "couple" is so interesting.
Before the elder could speak, he was interrupted by the waitress. She put the fragrant leg of lamb on the table.
