Chapter 1899
"H-hello, I...I am here to deliver lunch to my brother. Am I...disrupting you guys?" The little girl
was so frightened that she did not dare to look up. she had never been in and out of such high-
end ces for being a consumer, she was feeling iparably nervous.
However, the pianist smiled gently. "Do you really like that piece just now?"
Eira nodded. "Mm-hmm."
"How do you feel after listening to it?" asked the pianist again.
Eira became a little less afraid of the pianist. The pianist seemed very gentle, so she raised her
head and bravely expressed what she felt. "Well, it feels as if a stream had gently flowed by. It''s
very...very moisturizing."
There were very few adjectives that the child could think of, but her description was spot on. That
was because the piece that the pianist had just yed was "The Dream of Snow." This piece
indeed made others feel such a cheerful and soothing feeling. It truly felt as if a stream had
gently flowed past one''s side.
The pianist bent over slightly and unintentionally saw the little girl''s hand. "My little friend, your
fingers are slender and straight. It’s really very rare to see such slender fingers like yours."
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Eira immediately smiled when she heard someone praising her fingers. "Many of my ssmates
were very envious that my hands were very pretty."
"Mm-hmm." The pianist nodded. "Do you know what is suitable for fingers like yours to do?"
Eira shook her head. "I don’t know."
"ying the piano. Well, also..." the pianist said.
Eira''s expression immediately became gloomy. "If it''s piano, then my family certainly can''t afford
for me to learn."
She had always wanted to learn a craft, but the additional lesson fee had always been very
expensive, so she could not afford to learn. There was a pause before Eira looked at the pianist
with a burning passion in her eyes, "Sir, other than ying the piano, what else is suitable for my
hand to do?"
The pianist immediately stopped smiling. "This, I can’t tell you."
"Why?" Eira asked with disappointment.
"Because it''s a bad thing," said the pianist.
"Bad thing?" Eira asked in puzzlement, and she became even more curious after that. "Sir, just
tell me. I certainly won''t do bad things. If you tell me, then I know what it is. I will never do things
in the future. Don’t worry?" Eira told the pianist with conviction.
The pianist sighed. "My little friend, do you know that everything in this world has two sides to it.
This pair of hands of yours has a beauty and length that is rare to find. If you use your hands
well, then you can produce the most beautiful notes in the world.
Besides, you have such a good sense when ites to music. If you don''t y the piano, it''s a
little...it''s a shame. In addition..."
There was a pause before the pianist said gloomily, " Not only can this pair of hands y the
piano, it would also be easier for this pair of hands to learn the skill of pickpocketingpared to
the average person. II
In fact, the pianist was also a pickpocket when he was a teenager. He had no particr intention
in saying that or maybe he wanted to warn a child that since she could use her hands to create
something beautiful, then she should not do bad things. That was all. However, what he said
seemed to have inspired Eira.
Eira asked the pianist thoughtfully, "Sir, are you talking about being a thief?"
The pianist nodded. "My little friend, if you don’t have money to learn piano, you cane to
me. I will teach you for free."
Eira smiled and said, "Thankyou, sir."
It so happened that her brother, Malvolio, had finished his morning shift at that moment. He
came to the front of Eira, and the siblings immediately took their lunch and sat on the flower bed
outside of the restaurant to eat.
"Malvolio, I have a way to get money," said Eira.