harleyscars Chapter 114 Chapter 114
Chapter 114 Chapter 114
After waiting for nearly an hour, the restaurant owner and waiter finally reappeared on the second floor with various dishes. Considering the really worrying speed of serving food, this restaurant probably only has one chef, and there is no Unexpectedly, the boss himself went into battle again—Romimos could already smell the faint smell of oily smoke on his body.
"I'm sorry to keep you waiting for so long." The boss put down the tray, brought candles and lit them, put the soup bowls, cups and plates on the table, handed the napkins, and finished everything in a hurry but without any mistakes. Finally he secretly heaved a sigh of relief, and then took out the bracelet that Romemos gave him just now.
"Excuse me, ma'am." The store owner bent down and returned the bracelet to Romemos with both hands, and said with a dry smile, "He said he appreciated your kindness, and wished you a pleasant meal, but come up Let’s forget about showing up, and I hope you will forgive me.”
Although it was expected that this might be the case, Romemos still felt that it was a pity.
"I haven't heard such good music for a long time since I left Valinor." She said, frowning suddenly again. "It's strange to think about it carefully. I don't seem to have heard these songs before."
"What's so strange? There are so many good songs in the world, but there are always some you haven't heard before?" Glorfindel said.
"I haven't done anything else in Numenor for the past ten years. All kinds of so-called classic human music are really disgusting. If you don't know one or a half of it, forget it. I haven't heard four or five of them at all. Is it true? My homework is all for nothing?" Romemos muttered, "Have you heard of it?"
Glorfindel shook his head honestly: "They are all unfamiliar melodies, but maybe these are newly written melodies in recent years, rather than the classics you listened to?"
"In that case, I'm more curious about who is the person who can make these songs than the person who plays the piano." Romemos said, looking at the boss with a smile, "Excuse me, please help me to ask again. ?”
"Do you think that person will answer me straightforwardly this time?" Romemos asked, as if doing a precise experiment, he carefully scraped off the milky yellow skin on the yogurt with a small spoon , looked up at Glorfindel, "Do you want to eat?"
"Enjoy it yourself." Glorfindel tore up a piece of bread and sprinkled it in the soup, "Whether people want to tell you or not, there is nothing wrong with that, right?"
"Why? I'm very interested in the music he plays, and I want to ask the creator's name, who is offending him?"
"That's not true. It's best if the other party is willing to answer your questions. But in my opinion, this musician should be a person who likes to be alone and doesn't want to be disturbed by others. You harass him again and again like this." , Maybe people find you annoying and don't bother to talk to you."
Romimos was choked by Glorfindel again, he was speechless, stirring the yogurt and honey with a spoon sullenly, after a long time, as if trying to save some face, he muttered again: " Think I'm annoying? Not many people in Arda dare to think I'm annoying."
"That is, you are the center of Arda." Glorfindel said sarcastically.
"Even if it's not the center, at least it's a part that can't be easily ignored." Romimos flicked his hair, as a matter of course.
The corners of Glorfindel's eyes twitched violently: "You seem to be very proud of this."
"Why not? Don't be proud of this, should you be proud of your own obscurity and dispensation?"
"What I didn't expect is that you also care about this?" Glorfindel said, "I thought you wanted to be as unobtrusive as possible, otherwise you would only use one-tenth of your abilities in Gondolin , isn’t it easy to want to shine?”
"Gondolin's situation is an exception. As 'Lanwen', I should be as ordinary as possible." Romimos said, "And do I need to show my true skills if I want to show off? Even if I don't do anything, Isn't it noticeable?"
"How dare you say that." Glorfindel sneered.
"Am I wrong? Have you ever seen a prettier girl?" Romemos leaned forward.
This time Glorfindel was left speechless.After a long while, he cleared his throat, and his upper body retreated into the shadow that was not illuminated by the candlelight: "For Maiya, since the body can be shaped at will, there is nothing surprising about being beautiful."
"That being said, according to individual strength, aesthetics, and skills, each Maiya creates a different shape for himself. For example, 'Lanwen the Teleri Fairy' was designed by Sauron himself. , apart from Vera, even Valinor doesn't have many Maier who can surpass his skills."
"Thank you for your explanation, but now I think that face has lost all beauty." Glorfindel said, "Then what about you now? Is it Sauron's 'masterpiece'?"
"No, this is not, this is one of my very early works, now I just take it out and use it first." Romemos said, "Of course, I know her appearance is not as beautiful as 'Lanwen', nor is she The type you like, but this will make you realize that Lan Wen and I are two completely different people, isn't it great?"
Glorfindel's lips moved, but he remained silent.
While it's not known where Romimoth came to his conclusions about the type of appearance he likes, Glorfindel agrees that Romimoth's current appearance is more of her own creation than that of "Lan Wen".Lan Wen is very beautiful, delicate like a doll, but it is a bit too sweet for Romemos, and the body chosen by Romemos is obviously more in line with her original arrogant and cold temperament: sharp edges and corners, male and female. Arguing, her skin is as white as marble, if you close your eyes and keep quiet, it is like a sculpture that is not stained with dust, only those burning golden eyes can make her come alive.
"Oh, there is one more point, I almost forgot to explain." Romemos put his hands together, "What I said just now 'not to be ignored' does not mean that I am eager to get attention and care from others, as you said, I really don’t care about this, and sometimes I even avoid it deliberately. When I say that you can’t be ignored, it means that you can’t be ignored because it’s special and unique enough. As for attracting attention, it’s just an accompanying result It's not what I'm after."
"Unique?" Glorfindel repeated, "but everyone is unique."
"You have to put it this way, there may not be two identical ants in the world, but can you point out which one is unique? Of course there will always be some small differences between individuals, but most people are still just ordinary ordinary people.” Romemos sighed, “If we continue our in-depth conversation, we will come back to the old question of human value. It’s rare that you and I can sit together calmly today. Are you sure you want to Talk about this?"
Before Glorfindel could say anything else, the restaurant owner's footsteps going upstairs interrupted their conversation.
"Sorry to bother you two." The boss bowed slightly, and then turned to Romemos, "I have conveyed your question to you. According to our musician, he also heard these pieces from others by chance. It’s not clear who the specific composer is.”
"That's it." Romemus didn't seem to regret the expected answer, and turned to Glorfindel and said, "I bet you, the composer must be himself. If I'm perfunctory, I'll be perfunctory." It's too obvious."
"Otherwise, if you go to declare your name, maybe he will offer you the music score with both hands in fear." Glorfindel stumbled over Sarah, and said ironically casually.
Romemos snorted: "The more he behaves, the more curious I am about him. Boss—"
"Wait, you're not going to be serious, are you?" Glorfindel raised his head alertly.
"What are you talking about? Am I the kind of person who will force others to make things difficult for me?" Romemos glanced at him, "I just want to ask the boss, where did you find such a mysterious and individual person?"
The boss smiled and said: "Where did I find him? He came to me and asked me if I needed a musician here. Otherwise, a small restaurant like mine would hardly be able to hire a redundant waiter. Why? Maybe go ask someone to play the piano first?"
"He came to you, and you agreed?"
"Because it's really cost-effective. Apart from the basic three-board accommodation, it means that there is no money. Anyway, my room here is empty, and I don't have many guests every day. If no one eats the food, I will throw it away." The boss smiled wryly and shrugged. Shrugged, "Besides, he plays the piano really well, and his posture is also good. I guess he should be a noble young master before, maybe his family has declined. When anyone is in trouble, he can help him if he can." chant."
These words were actually quite sincere, and even Glorfindel was moved, but Romimus laughed out loud: "You opened the restaurant in this place, no wonder no one came all day. If you really want to do business It's booming, you should sell this house and find someone close to the city center-"
Before she could finish her sentence, Glorfindel kicked her under the table.
"Of course I understand what you said, but because this house was left to me by my parents, I have been unable to make up my mind." The shop owner explained.
Glorfindel sighed inwardly.Romimos is indeed clever, but it is also easy to take other people for fools.Anyone can see things, since others don't do it, there must be their own reasons.
"If this is the case, a good luthier may be more useful to you than a waiter who only knows how to do chores." Romemos said again, "To tell you the truth, the reason why we came to you today is because I was attracted by the sound of his piano. Your place is far away. Unless you have a lot of free time, I don’t think many people would come here just to look at the sea and have a meal, right? It is thankless to compete with those customers who have limited competition with those small restaurants that have already taken advantage of the location. You might as well position your audience as the higher-end nobles and rich people. What do those people value most when they eat? In addition to being the most basic of a restaurant, at least the food should not be unpalatable, and more importantly, it must have grade, style, and atmosphere, and be able to cater to the superiority of their class. When it comes to this, you don’t happen to have someone who asks for it. Is there an advantage you can't ask for?"
The young boss was taken aback by what Romimos said.
"But I'm just talking about my opinion. Whether it works or not is up to you to decide." Romimos observed Glorfindel's reaction from the corner of his eye, and added.
"Although what you said sounds good, how can I make those nobles and elders willing to come to me?"
Romemos guessed that he would ask such a question, and handed over the bracelet just now as he was prepared.
"Since the musician doesn't want to take it, you can take it." She said, "Take the money to decorate your house a little bit, and then go to buy a few rich people's servants, set up relationships with them, and let them pretend to be rich." Inadvertently spread the news to the ears of their masters. As long as you can attract someone to endorse you, you are already halfway to success. Your ultimate goal is to make the nobles of this city and even other cities subconsciously form a The consensus is that only those who have visited your restaurant can be counted as true nobles."
"You know those things very well." Glorfindel said suddenly after walking out of the restaurant after eating.
"Are you talking about what I just said? Human beings, complicated places are complicated, and simple places are also simple." Romimos pursed his lips disapprovingly. "On the one hand, they are always trying to prove that they are more unique and superior. On the other hand, when they find that they are really different from the people around them, they will feel anxious and afraid of becoming the other and out of group. People. If four or five out of ten people do the same thing, the rest will attract attention; if seven or eight people do the same thing, the others will follow without thinking; When everyone does something, the last person will do it even if he doesn't want to do it in his heart, not only do it, but also pretend that he is willing to do it."
Glorfindel said nothing, glanced at her, turned and walked away: "Let's go."
Romemos was stunned, and followed him: "How can I say something wrong?"
"No, you're right."
"Then what are you upset about?" Romemus asked. "You think I shouldn't teach him to do that? But I neither forced him nor deceived anyone. It may not be noble, but it is not illegal." crime?"
Glorfindel did feel that Romemos' approach was heresy, but he also admitted that it was a way of doing business.Although a restaurant is a place to eat, it is obviously unrealistic to expect all restaurants to attract customers only by the taste of the food. "As long as your food is good enough, there will always be people coming to eat." It sounds warm but has no practical effect. Just encouragement.But Romemos seems to have misunderstood that he can't tolerate a little sand in his eyes.
"I just don't like your superior attitude." Glorfindel said bluntly, "Of course, maybe elves and humans are ignorant and insignificant in Maia's eyes. You don't have to listen to me."
"I just happened to encounter this incident, so I just took humans as an example. In fact, Maiya is the same."
"Other Maya might be the same, but you're not, are you?"
Romemos was silent, but immediately admitted: "Yes, unless I really want to do something myself, I will not change my mind for any other reason."
"Personal will is of course important," Glorfindel nodded in agreement, "but sometimes the reason that prompts people to make the opposite decision is not simply blindness or fear of the eyes of others, it may also be a willing compromise for other reasons .”
"for example?"
"For example..." Glorfindelton paused, not because he couldn't answer, but because he was worried that even if he said it, it would only increase the laughing stock for Romimos.
"I know what you mean." Romemus replied for him, "For example, there is a young man whose dream is to be a painter. He is obviously talented and may have had the opportunity, but because of his poor family and parents He is old and weak and needs to be taken care of, so he gave up his dream and changed to a more stable job. Another example, a person likes spicy food very much, but his friend can't eat spicy food, so every time the two of them eat together, they never eat spicy food. Don’t cook spicy food. It’s also possible that some people compromise just because seeing other people happy makes them happier than their own desires being fulfilled. Do you mean these other reasons? Kindness, bondage, and love.”
"You know everything," said Glorfindel, "so don't you ever feel less egotistical, even for a moment, because you consider other people's feelings?"
"Yes...of course there was." Romimos looked up at Glorfindel, "This is why I hate intimacy. I won't say it too categorically, maybe one day I will Being blinded into making choices that weren’t in my best interest, but rationally, I’m completely repulsed by that feeling.”
These were the last words of their conversation tonight.
Since the way back to the Pelagile Theater and the Governor's Mansion happened to pass by, the two of them walked together to the entrance of the theater before parting. Although Romimos felt that Glorfindel should have something to say to her, but In the end, they didn't even say goodbye to each other—and they really didn't know if they would ever see each other again.
Romimos stood behind the door, watching Glorfindel's figure disappear into the night from a distance.
"Are you going in or not?" the guard at the gate asked impatiently.
"Excuse me, I'll just go in now." Romimos glanced at him out of the corner of his eye and said.
Then she walked into the empty theater at night, and stood there quietly.Under the pitch-black night, the edges of her shadow appeared indistinct, and gradually it seemed as if a pair of plump feathered wings grew from her back.
After a few flapping wings, the theater regained its darkness and silence.