phantom nightingale

"Deadly Aesthetics".After watching the scene on Broadway, and looking for the mermaid ramen version and joj version at station b, I suddenly had the idea of ​​writing an article.

Do you want to guess what kind of bird the nightingale in the text is?According to my description, it can still be found with a skillful search.

Two, accompany

Nightingale was flying, and when she was about to reach the exit, she suddenly heard a man singing.He stopped and listened quietly, the man's voice was even more moving when he sang, he was reluctant to leave.Just as he was listening intently, the sound of the piano and singing suddenly stopped.Nightingale was tickled, ah!How come there is no ending, so sad!Subconsciously, he continued to sing along with the previous song.

The man is also looking at the music score and is distressed!But when he heard the singing of the nightingale, he realized that this was the perfect ending that he had been thinking about for a long time, so he immediately took a pen to record the perfect melody on the stave.When he finished writing, when he looked up, he saw Nightingale standing on the piano, her mouth slowly closing as the last note fell.After singing, Nightingale stood on the edge of the piano, leaned out and stretched her neck, looking curiously at the music score in the man's hand.

The man capped the pen in his hand and put it aside, picked up the music score and turned it to an angle that was convenient for Nightingale to read. Nightingale glanced at it and then stopped reading it, because he couldn't understand.Seeing this, the man sorted out his song scores, put them in order and put them away.

After putting down the music score, the man suppressed his hands that were a little unsteady due to excitement, and said to Nightingale who had been watching his movements curiously, "You're back!" Although his expression was a bit weird, but Nightingale could feel his pleasant surprise from the imperceptible trembling in his voice, and she could also see the same emotion from those eyes that seemed to be glowing in the dark underground for some reason.It was obvious that the man's eyes were black just now, but now those two eyes are like burning fire, Nightingale thought to herself.Although the man's gaze was very fiery, he kept a certain distance from Nightingale, which did not make Nightingale feel uneasy or vigilant, although Nightingale could feel that the man wanted to pounce on him, although she didn't know why.Nightingale looked the man up and down, looked at his decent clothes and the mask that covered half of his face, a little curious about what was under the mask and why it was covered up.Although the man's uncovered half of his face was not handsome, it was above average in appearance.However, the other half of the face is probably not very good-looking, otherwise why bother to cover it up.But the underground is so dark, and there is only one man, why is he still wearing a mask, wouldn't he feel uncomfortable?

Nightingale suddenly noticed that the man's hand seemed to be a little closer to her, and turned around to look at that hand vigilantly.The man withdrew his hand, and Nightingale felt that the man seemed a little annoyed.The man stood up and walked away. After a while, he came back with a basin of water, and said to Nightingale: "Your feathers are a little messy, do you want to wash them?" Then he regretted why he kept talking to Nightingale, and Nightingale Can't understand again.

Unexpectedly, the nightingale flew over after he put down the basin and took a step back, looking at his own reflection in the water in the dim candlelight.Nightingale turned left and right to look, and found that it was indeed a little messy.It must have been caused by the struggle when he was caught, so he dipped his head in some water and combed his feathers.After finishing combing, Nightingale shook her wings that were a little heavy due to humidity, and flew around but couldn't find any good landing place, so she had to stop on the man's table.

The man kept looking at Nightingale, seeing that he was done washing up, he took the basin of water away.

Nightingale was a little hungry, so she flew to the exit again, trying to find something to eat.He found a bush with blooming flowers, happily sucked the nectar, and caught a few small insects to swallow, but suddenly found a snake behind him, which made his hair explode from fright.

"Hey! Little bird, calm down. It's me!" The snake spat out the letter and said, "I slept soundly early in the morning! But I dreamed that you were caught and would be scalded and pulled out with hot water. You got hairy and ate it, which made me worry terribly, so I came here in a hurry, only to see you humming a little tune and eating bugs without any injuries."

"What nonsense are you talking about! In your eyes, being caught means being eaten?" Nightingale said, swallowing the food in her mouth.

"Because you look delicious!"

"You!" Nightingale choked on him, remembering the first time they met, it was the water god who was lurking behind him maliciously, taking advantage of his fascination with singing.After he finished singing a song, when he turned around, his mouth was full of blood, which scared him half to death.Fortunately, the two gods talked and became friends later.

"Thank you for coming to my rescue, but a man with a strange but surprisingly nice voice did. So I'm fine now."

The Water God shook his head and said, "Then I'm going back to sleep. Take care of yourself." Then he slowly crawled away, chattering, "The sound is surprisingly nice? Didn't the little bird always call itself Is the singing and voice the best in the world? How can you praise a human being so much? Could it be love? If he fell in love, wouldn’t he come back? I’m going to become a loner again?”

After eating, Nightingale thought about what to do next.How was the time to be passed before the evening when he was due to start work?Nightingale remembered the wonderful singing of the masked man, and decided to go back and have a look, anyway, it's not night yet!

Flying back to the man's underground palace, came to the room with a piano, and saw the man writing and drawing at the table again.Nightingale glanced around the room to find a place to stay, but found that he was once again entangled.There were not many good places just now, but now there are too many, making it difficult for him to choose.There were many more plants in the room, and one plant had seeds that nightingales could eat, and another plant had several flowers that nightingales could gather honey to eat.A warm current flowed through Nightingale's heart, and after turning around, she found a branch behind the man and stopped, looking over the man's shoulder to see him smoothly writing on the staff.

While watching the nightingale, he also bit off a few seeds from the branches for snacks.Hearing the rustling sound behind him, the man turned his head and saw a small piece of bright orange among the plants behind him. He took a closer look and found that it was Nightingale.Seeing Nightingale happily eating the seeds from the plants he placed there, the man raised the corners of his mouth and smiled, as long as he likes it, it's worth his hard work to find it.Seeing the man's no longer stiff smile, Nightingale suddenly realized that the twitching expression that frightened him before was actually a smile.

The days passed like this.

The man found that Nightingale liked his piano and singing very much. As soon as he heard it, he would stop no matter what he was doing and listen carefully.But Nightingale is actually very picky. If a man plays badly or sings a little bit badly, Nightingale will no longer watch his every move seriously, listen to his performance, but start looking for food on the plants.Therefore, as soon as a man heard the rustling sound, he knew that the picky Nightingale was distracted.

Because it is underground, it is impossible to grow plants without sunlight.In the beginning, the man found different plants and put them in the room every day. After carefully observing and recording the plants that Nightingale likes to rest and eat, he just put these plants in rotation every day.Nightingale didn't realize it at first, and it wasn't until it became easier and harder to choose that he realized that everything in the room was his favorite.

Nightingale also liked staying by the man's side more and more.He was mesmerized by the man's singing.At first, he needed to go out to find food from time to time, but after the man learned about Nightingale's preferences and arranged the plants accordingly, Nightingale stopped going out.Of course, whenever night falls, Nightingale will still fly out unshakably, and use his singing to accompany people to sleep and send them to dreams.Of course, Nightingale would sing a song to the man first, to make him have a good dream, and then fly out to start his work.

But the man wakes up every morning and sees Nightingale sleeping soundly by his pillow, so he gets up on tiptoe and starts writing the song score again at the desk.The song that the nightingale sang to him every night always made him have a good dream that inspired him.After finishing writing, I went to find Nightingale the plants that were placed in the room today.

In the afternoon, when Nightingale finally had enough sleep, the man played or sang the newly written music to Nightingale.Sometimes the nightingale would sing a few songs with him.

That day, Nightingale woke up from the bed, stretched her wings, and flew towards the desk where the man was working.Seeing the man, Nightingale laughed. He saw that the man was seriously writing the song score, there were a few leaves in his hair, and a few small pieces of bark on his shoulders.Didn't the man carry the plants back?

The nightingale landed on the man's shoulder.Feeling under his feet, the man's shoulders suddenly stiffened a lot. He turned his head and looked at the man's neck. The muscles there were indeed tense, so tense?The man stopped what he was doing, and turned his head extremely slowly, as if he was afraid of frightening the nightingale on his shoulder. He didn't curl his lips until he could see the nightingale and said, "Good afternoon, my muse."

Nightingale looked at his nervous look with amused expression, lowered her head and grabbed the bark off his shoulder.I'm also very curious about how the man will behave if he makes some more intimate gestures?Thinking of this, Nightingale pecked lightly at the man's tight neck, and the man's hand subconsciously touched the neck, feeling soft and warm in his palm.Nightingale didn't expect the man to move so fast, and was caught off guard by the man.man