On the way back, Mai was in high spirits, humming a song that Luther didn't understand, and skipping ahead of Luther with her hands behind her back. The setting sun, which had not yet sunk into the horizon, dragged two long shadows one behind the other.
Mai's singing was very nice, but Luther felt a little embarrassed.
Because of the existence of elves in this world, the rhetoric and descriptions are more or less related to elves. It is very common to see the shadow of elves in literary and artistic works.
So Luther could hear very unique lyrics like "Love is as hot as the flames of a lava snail", which made Luther feel embarrassed when he appreciated Mai's beautiful singing voice.
He liked the beautiful melody very much, but since the rhetoric and cultural emotions all came from another world, it was really difficult for him to hold back his laughter...
Luther's expression was not well controlled. When Mai looked at him, Luther still had a smile on his lips that he had no time to take back.
"Does it sound good?"
Mai didn't seem to notice Luther's expression. Luther nodded quickly: "Sounds good."
Luther didn't mean to be perfunctory. Apart from the lyrics that made Luther a little acclimated, the melody of the song and Mai's singing voice were all very good.
"It's your turn." Mai faced Luther.
Luther glanced behind Mai, and after making sure that Mai wouldn't bump into anything while walking backwards, he sighed: "I can't sing."
Mai tilted her head, somewhat unbelievable.
"I kid you not, I'm tone deaf."
"There is no need to sing to the point." Mai said, "In my opinion, singing is just a way to express and express inner emotions. It is the singer's job to sing well. We can just be responsible and happy."
"But singing poorly will make others feel uncomfortable."
“Am I ‘someone else’?”
Luther choked.
The path Luther and Mai chose to return to EMI City was inaccessible. In order to easily detect potential snoops, Luther had to leave the main road.
Mai didn't ask the reason, or even how Luther was injured. She just said lightly: "Do you need some medicine? I have it in my backpack."
Luther's poor cover-up method only made the unnaturalness of his wrist more obvious. Mai has always been a very observant person.
It is no longer a question of whether to sing or not, the question has unknowingly turned into a question.
Luther sighed and thought for a while.
"hello darkness my old friend,i've orge to talk with you again..."
After traveling through time, Luther discovered that he had inherited everything from this body, but could not speak the language of another world. These lyrics had a different look in Luther's mind. As Luther sang softly, they changed.
has become the language of this world.
He didn't know if this would seem weird. This was a song that had never been heard in this world. The melody and melody might be weird. Luther shouldn't sing it. He should remain silent.
The sound of silence is a song that Luther liked very much. Luther sang a version that was later covered by a metal band. During his most uncomfortable period, this song that was covered and became sonorous and powerful brought him great joy.
A lot of forward momentum.
He can remember every lyric and every melody clearly, but he has never sung it to anyone. Tonelessness is an excuse. The biggest reason is that he is afraid of being laughed at.
Today he had to sing.
Mai stopped and listened quietly to Luther finishing the song.
Luther slowly stopped singing and looked at Mai calmly.
A bottle of water was handed over.
"Drink, aren't you thirsty?" Mai smiled, "It's a little out of tune, but isn't it nice to listen to? But I've never heard of this song. Who wrote it?"
Luther was silent. There was a clumsy lie ahead of him, and he didn't want to continue lying.
Seeing Luther's silence, Mai naturally said: "Let's go quickly. I don't know if anyone has taken the grand prize in the cake shop. If not, we will make it!"
After walking for a while, Mai hummed a song again.
Mai has a good memory. Luther only sang the song once. She memorized the melody and now began to hum the climax in a low voice.
"Feel sorry."
"It's okay." Mai replied quickly.
"Don't you ask me why I said sorry?"
"I guessed it. I also want to say sorry. I shouldn't have asked you that."
Luther looked at Mai's bouncing back and her flying hair, but he couldn't see Mai's expression.
Mai paused and continued: "My mother told me that sometimes it is difficult to become friends with someone. Talking about everything is sometimes just an illusion. But this illusion will make people think that we are really close.
Talk about everything all the time."
"When she finds out that this is not the case and that this friend always hides something from her, she will doubt whether she can really be considered that person's friend."
"Some people are stupid and can only observe carefully and then make insinuations. She is always worried that the secrets hidden by her friends are related to her. But she does not have the courage to ask directly. If she asks directly, she will either get answers that are against her will or get unpleasant answers.
Happy answer, she was afraid to ask, so she could only guess."
"You sound like you have no friends."
"There used to be a lot of them, but then they were all gone," Mai said.
"Why not?"
"One day I discovered that we were actually not friends. They thought I was a meow who could use the Treasure Gathering Technique."
"It's a wonderful metaphor. It seems to be a plastic sisterhood." Luther smiled.
Mai also laughed: "Your metaphor is better, plastic sisterhood, hahahaha."
Luther didn't know what was so funny about this rhetoric, but Mai smiled brightly and happily, and even tears seemed to flow out in the end.
It does look funny.
"I was attacked by someone. That person might be Interpol." When Mai's laughter gradually died down, Luther spoke calmly.
Luther rolled up his sleeves, and the smell of medicinal wine overflowed from the tight bandage.
Mai poked it with her hand, and Luther grinned in pain.
"What caused it?"
Hearing that Mai completely ignored the sensitive word Interpol, something cracked in Luther's heart, and something warm poured out.
"Vine Whip, he has a very strong Mengsong Cactus."
Mai suddenly raised her head, a trace of doubt flashing in her blue eyes.
"What's wrong?" Luther swallowed.
Mai took out the illustrated book, used the search function, looked at it for a long time, and then turned the illustrated book to Luther.
"Mengge Cactus doesn't know the skill of Vine Whip."
Luther looked at the information about Mengsong Cactus in the illustrated book in surprise, and untied his bandage tremblingly.
Mai and Luther saw it very clearly. It was indeed a purple whip mark. Such a wound could not be faked.
"Could it be that that person first hit you with hypnosis, and then used other elves to attack you and misled you?"
"Then he can use hypnosis to hit me and run away, so why go to all the trouble." Luther didn't believe this inference at all.
Mai helped Luther put on the bandage and said, "It doesn't matter. Since he is following you, he might still encounter you. We will know when the time comes."
“What if Interpol really shows up?”
"Beat him!" Mai said fiercely, "Silly Hippopotamus Freeze Punch, Pachiriz Hundred Thousand Volts, Ibrahimovic's Sweeping Formation, if he wants to run away, just shake the sand, Sun Coral Sandstorm, trap him!"
Luther covered his forehead: "Then we are attacking the police."
"Then did you make a mistake?"
"Absolutely not." Luther replied immediately.
Mai spread her hands: "Then it's over. You didn't make any mistake. He came to trouble you. It's on your side. At worst, after we finish the fight, we say we didn't know he was an Interpol, and he didn't show his ID and followed us all the way.
, we fought back to protect ourselves because of fear."
Luther was stunned.
"Is the method I said bad?" Mai scratched her head.
"No, that's good. Let's do it like this. We'll give him a good beating next time we meet!" Luther immediately agreed.
Mai continued to hum the song, and Luther continued to follow. I don’t know how long it took, but when night was about to fall, Luther and Mai finally walked out of the natural park and saw the shadow of EMI City in the distance.
"Next time, just ask." Luther suddenly interrupted Mai's singing.
Mai was stunned for a moment, and after a while, she finally understood this sentence.
"I don't like guessing either. In exchange, if I ask you, will you answer it, right?"
"Then I take it seriously." Mai looked very happy and answered immediately, fearing that Luther would regret it.
"Except there are some things that are my own secrets that I can't answer."
"Like this song?"
"Maybe there are other songs."
Mai had a clear expression on her face: "What a big deal, who doesn't have their own secrets?"
Standing in the night, Mai was silent for a while, turned her head and said with a smile: "I also have a secret that I can't tell you. If one day you find out that you have been cheated, don't be angry."
"I don't want to get angry if I was deceived by you..."
Luther wanted to tease Mai, but his voice became smaller and smaller. Mai's expression was very serious, without any trace of joking, and her eyes were very serious.
"The trick should be better, don't be so clumsy. Anyway, I am very stupid and have problems with my reflex arc. It takes a long time to react after being deceived."
"I'll try my best." Mai stretched her waist.
The street lights outside the natural park were lit all the way, as if welcoming two lost travelers back to Pathé City.