Pokemon's Fifth Elite

Chapter 54

On the return trip, Ma Yi was very interested. He hummed a song that Luther didn't understand. He skipped in front of Luther with his back hands. The sunset that hadn't sunk into the horizon dragged the shadows forward and backward for a long time.

The singing in sackcloth was very good, but Luther was embarrassed.

In this world, because of the existence of elves, rhetoric and description are more or less related to elves. The shadow of elves in literary works is very common.

So Luther could hear such unique lyrics as "love is as hot as the flame of lava snail", which made Luther embarrassed when she appreciated the beautiful voice of hemp clothes.

He likes that beautiful melody very much, but the rhetoric and cultural emotion all come from another world. It's really difficult for him to bear a smile

Luther's expression control was not in place. When the sackcloth looked at him, Luther still had a smile that he had no time to take it back.

"Does it sound good?"

Hemp clothes didn't seem to notice Luther's expression. Luther nodded quickly: "listen, listen."

Luther didn't mean to be perfunctory. Except for the lyrics that made Luther somewhat acclimatized, the melody of the song and the singing in sackcloth were very good.

"It's you." Ma Yi faced Luther.

Luther looked behind the sackcloth and was sure that the sackcloth would not hit or touch anything when walking backwards. He sighed, "I can't sing."

Ma Yi tilted his head, which was hard to believe.

"I didn't lie to you. I'm tone deaf."

"There's no need to sing to the point," Ma Yi said. "In my opinion, songs are just a way to express and express inner feelings. It's the singer's job to sing well, and we're responsible for being happy."

"But singing badly will make others feel uncomfortable."

"Am I someone else?"

Luther choked.

The path chosen by Luther and Ma Yi to return to Baidai city is very inaccessible. In order to easily find potential spies, Luther had to leave the main road.

Ma Yi didn't ask the reason or even how Luther got hurt. He just said faintly, "do you need to apply some medicine? I have it in my backpack."

Luther's clumsy means of covering up made the unnaturalness of his wrist more obvious. Hemp clothes have always been a good observer.

It is no longer a question of singing or not singing. The question has unconsciously become a kind of cross examination.

Luther sighed and thought for a moment.

“Hellodarknessmyoldfriend，I'vecometotalkwithyouagain……”

After crossing, Luther found that he inherited everything from this body, but could not speak the language of another world. These lyrics were another look in Luther's mind. With Luther's gentle singing, they became the language of the world.

He didn't know if it would seem strange. It was a song that had never been played in the world. The melody and melody might be very strange. Luther shouldn't sing. He should keep silent.

The sound of silence is a song that Luther liked very much. Luther sang the version of a metal band cover later. During his most uncomfortable period, this sonorous and powerful song brought him a lot of strength to move forward.

He can remember every lyrics and every melody, but he has never sung to anyone. The five tones are not all excuses. The biggest reason is that he is afraid of being laughed at.

He has to sing today.

Hemp clothes stopped and listened quietly to Luther finish singing this song.

Luther slowly stopped singing and calmly looked at the sackcloth.

A bottle of water was handed over.

"Drink, aren't you thirsty?" Ma Yi smiled. "It's out of tune, but isn't it very nice? But I've never heard this song. Who wrote it?"

Luther was silent. There was a bad lie in front of him. He didn't want to continue lying.

When Ma Yi saw Luther's silence, he naturally said, "let's go. I don't know if the grand prize in the cake shop has been eaten. We made it without eating it!"

After walking for a while, Ma Yi hummed a song again.

Ma Yi has a good memory. Luther only sang the song once. She wrote down the melody and now began to hum the climax in a low voice.

"Sorry."

"Nothing," Ma Yi replied quickly.

"Why don't you ask me why I'm sorry?"

"I guess. I'm sorry, too. I shouldn't have asked you that."

Luther looked at the bouncing back of the sackcloth and the flying hair, but he couldn't see the expression of the sackcloth.

Ma Yi paused and then said, "my mother told me that sometimes it's difficult to become friends with a person. Sometimes it's just an illusion. But this illusion will make people think that we are really close and talk about everything."

"When she finds out that this is not the case. This friend always hides something from herself, she will doubt whether she is really a friend of that person."

"Some people are so stupid that they can only observe carefully and then beat around the bush. She is always worried that the secrets hidden by her friends have something to do with herself. But she doesn't have the courage to ask directly. If she asks directly, she can either get the answer against her heart or get the answer that makes people unhappy. She is afraid to ask, so she can only guess."

"You sound like you have no friends."

"There were many before, and then there was none," said Ma Yi.

"Why not?"

"One day I found out that we were not friends. They thought I was a meow who could use Jubao."

"It's a wonderful metaphor. It seems to be plastic sisterhood." Luther smiled.

Ma Yi also smiled: "your metaphor is better. Well, plastic sisterhood, ha ha."

Luther didn't know what was funny about this rhetoric, but Ma Yi smiled brightly and happily, and finally seemed to shed tears.

It looks really funny.

"I was attacked by someone. That person may be Interpol." when the laughter in sackcloth gradually decreased, Luther spoke faintly.

Luther rolled back his sleeves, and the tight bandage spilled the smell of medicinal wine.

The sackcloth poked with his hand, and Luther grinned with pain.

"What caused it?"

When he heard that hemp clothes completely ignored the sensitive word Interpol, something cracked in Luther's heart and warm things poured out.

"Rattan whip, he has a strong dream song cactus."

Hemp clothes suddenly looked up, and there was a trace of doubt in the blue eyes.

"What's the matter?" Luther swallowed.

Ma Yi took out the atlas and used the retrieval function. After reading it for a long time, he turned the atlas to Luther.

"Mengge cactus doesn't know the skill of rattan whip."

Luther looked at the information about mengge cactus in the atlas in surprise and shook to untie his bandage.

Ma Yi and Luther saw it very clearly. It was indeed a blue and purple whip mark. Such a wound could not be fake.

"Is it possible that the man first hit you with hypnosis, and then attacked you with other elves and misled you?"

"Then he can hit me with hypnosis and run away. Why bother?" Luther didn't believe this inference at all.

Ma Yi helped Luther wrap the bandage and said, "it doesn't matter. Since he's following you, maybe he can still meet you. We'll know then."

"What if Interpol does appear?"

"Beat him!" said the sackcloth fiercely. "Stay Hippo frozen fist, paqiliz 100000 volts, Ibrahimovic array. If he wants to run, he will pull the sand. Sun coral sandstorm, trap him!"

Luther Wu's forehead: "then we're attacking the police."

"Did you make a mistake?"

"Absolutely not," Luther replied immediately.

The linen stall stalled: "that's over. You didn't make a mistake. He came to trouble you. It's on your side. It's a big deal. After we finished, we said we didn't know he was Interpol, and he didn't show his certificate. He followed us all the way. We fought back because we were afraid."

Luther was stunned.

"My method is not good?" Ma Yi scratched his head.

"No, that's good. Let's do it. We'll have a fight first when we meet next time!" Luther immediately praised.

Hemp clothes continued to sing, and Luther continued to follow. I don't know how long later, when night was coming, Luther and hemp clothes finally walked out of the nature park and saw the shadow of EMI city in the distance.

"Ask directly next time." Luther suddenly interrupted the hemp song.

Ma Yi was stunned. After a while, he understood this sentence.

"I don't like guessing either. In exchange, I ask you, will you answer?"

"Then I'm serious." Ma Yi looked very happy and answered immediately for fear that Luther would repent.

"Except for some things, it's my own secret. I can't answer."

"Like this song?"

"Maybe there's another song."

Ma Yi had a clear expression: "what a big thing, who doesn't have his own secret."

Standing in the night, Ma Yi was silent for a while, turned his head, smiled and said, "I also have a secret I can't tell you. If one day you find yourself cheated, don't be angry."

"Don't give birth if you cheated..."

Luther wanted to make fun of the hemp clothes, but his voice was getting smaller and smaller. The expression of the hemp clothes was very serious, there was no playful element, and his eyes were also very serious.

"Cheat better. Don't be so clumsy. Anyway, I'm also stupid. There's a problem with the reflection arc. I can't react long after being cheated."

"I'll try my best." Ma Yi stretched.

The street lights outside the nature park lit up all the way, like welcoming two lost tourists back to Baidai city.