Ironclad, died and resurrected, I've decided to go to the mic!

In the center of the crowd was an old folding chair.

Sitting on it was a little girl who looked no more than seven or eight years old, with an erhu in front of her, playing it intently with her eyes closed.

The erhu was clearly too big for her; the soundbox was almost half the size of her body.

She held the bow in her small hands with difficulty, but the melody she produced was surprisingly smooth.

Qi Ye was stunned as she listened to the melody.

Two tigers, two tigers, running fast, running fast.

Although most of the versions he heard were piano or children's song choruses.

But this is the first time that two tigers have been played using the erhu.

The question is, how could this song possibly appear in the Immortal Ship?

March 7th, clinging to Qiye's arm, curiously peered at the little girl playing the erhu in front of her.

He was still chewing on the bird skewers he hadn't swallowed.

"This melody is so strange, I've never heard it before, but it's quite nice."

Have you heard of "Star"?

Xing tilted her head and drew a conclusion:

"I haven't heard of it. But the melody is very catchy and would be suitable as the national anthem of my empire."

Qi Ye didn't participate in the two's discussion, but instead took out her phone and started searching.

He searched the interplanetary network for a long time but still couldn't find the song "Two Tigers".

He looked at the little girl in front of him, who was no more than seven or eight years old, and only one thought remained in his mind:

Either this kid is a time traveler, or someone else taught her.

If it's the latter, then the person who taught her is probably also a time traveler.

Or, to put it more coincidentally, he was the one who taught her, but he had lost his memory.

He put his phone back in his pocket, and the more he thought about it, the more likely it seemed.

The little girl looked no more than seven or eight years old; there was no way she could have made up a song like "Two Tigers" out of thin air.

If one of his previous resurrections happened to fall in this vicinity.

I casually taught a little girl to play the erhu, and even taught her how to play two tigers.

Such an outrageous thing would be a joke if it happened to someone else, but it's just standard practice for him.

He can even find Seele in a garbage dump, so having another apprentice who can play the erhu is nothing.

Seeing him lost in thought, on March 7th, she waved her hand in front of him:

"Hey, what are you doing? Are you so captivated by how cute that girl is that you can't walk past her?"

Qi Ye snapped out of her reverie, pointed at the little girl who was putting away her erhu, and said seriously:

"March 7th, I have something to tell you."

I suspect this little girl is someone I used to know.

March 7th looked down at the little girl playing the erhu, then at Qi Ye's serious face.

The curve of his lips changed from confusion to disdain.

She swallowed the last bite of the bird skewer and said disdainfully:

"You bastard, you even have a crush on little girls, I despise you."

As she spoke, she took a half-step to the side, as if keeping her distance from some dangerous person.

Xing nodded earnestly in agreement.

"Although I also like little girls, I simply appreciate cute things."

You're different; you're the type who wouldn't even spare a strange little girl.

"I've decided not to summon you tonight. Let you reflect on your actions alone. The Empress will have my utmost favor tonight."

As she spoke, she reached out and put her arm around March 7's shoulder.

"What am I supposed to reflect on?!"

Qi Ye put his hands on his hips and announced in a nonchalant, "what's the use of being like a broken pot?" tone.

"Fine, you're right, I like little lolis, what can you do to me?"

I am a lolicon! I'm proud! I'm honored! I speak for lolicon!

March 7th stood frozen in place, still clutching the empty bird skewer in her hand.

She had thought that Qiye would at least struggle a bit and offer an explanation.

Make excuses like, "I just think this song sounds familiar."

Instead of denying it, this guy loudly announced in front of the whole street, like he was giving a campaign speech, that he was a lolicon.

In all her life, this was the first time she had ever seen someone shout such words so confidently.

Several onlookers who were listening to the erhu nearby began to look at them with subtle glances.

An uncle selling baked pancakes even quietly pulled his daughter behind him.

"You, have you no shame?!"

On March 7th, he grabbed Qi Ye's sleeve and dragged him out of the crowd, smiling apologetically at the onlookers as they walked.

"I'm so sorry, he's still recovering from the coffee poisoning!"

Xing followed behind, still maintaining that emperor-like composure.

He even waved to the stunned passersby, muttering something under his breath.

"What the Imperial Concubine says is absolutely right. My harem should recruit more talented people."

On March 7th, without turning his head, he roared:

"You better use the idiom 'recruiting talented people widely' for good!!!"

As Qi Ye was being pulled along by San Yueqi's sleeve, she ran alongside him, her face still bearing that open and honest smile.

Taking advantage of the moment when they slowed down and caught their breath on March 7th.

He tilted his head, looking at March 7th's embarrassed and annoyed expression, and suddenly spoke:

"Why are you so agitated? It's not illegal for me to be a lolicon."

Or are you not actually looking down on me, but rather you're jealous?

March 7th has come to a halt.

She loosened her grip on his sleeve, turned around, and her face was so red it could fry an egg.

She took a deep breath and spoke with restraint:

"First, why should I be jealous?"

Second, what does it matter to me if you like lolis?

Third, try saying it again.

Knowing better than to surrender, Qi Ye raised his hands in a gesture of surrender and zipped up his mouth.

Xing slowly walked up from behind and made a comment:

"The Empress is jealous. I don't plan to choose you tonight."

On March 7th, she turned around, covered Xing's mouth, and continued walking forward without looking back.

With her other hand, she was still tugging at Qiye's sleeve, as if afraid that he would stop again to make a shocking declaration to some passerby.

the other side

Jingliu saw that he had earned enough money for his expenses today and was preparing to put his erhu into his instrument case.

Then a commotion was heard from not far away.

A voice that sounded vaguely familiar was loudly announcing...

"I'm a lolicon! I'm proud! I'm honored! I speak for lolicon!"

She frowned, thinking that all sorts of crazy people could be found on Chang Le Street these days.

She ignored it and continued zipping up the violin case.

Just as I was about to leave with my zither, that voice drifted over again.

"Why are you so agitated? It's not illegal for me to be a lolicon."

Jingliu paused for a moment as he picked up the erhu.

He wasn't very familiar with it the first time he heard it, but the second time it reminded him of someone.

That familiar feeling that I will never forget, even after hundreds of years.

She turned her head and saw the backs of three people through the gaps in the crowd.

A pink-haired girl is grabbing a black-haired young man by the ear.

A gray-haired girl strolled slowly behind.

Why does that figure with its ear being pulled look so much like him?

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