Durin's Diary

Chapter 395 Sing!
Du Lin thought a lot on the way.

For example, his own mentor Czerny was dying. When he saw him, the old man was lying in bed with withered arms and sunken eye sockets, looking like he was dead.

When Du Lin thought that another old man who was kind to him was going to die before him, tears welled up in his eyes.

But in fact, when Durin brought the two little female dragons into the double doors of the mansion, the first thing he saw was Mentor Czerny sitting on the sofa, drinking beer and looking at the Blade Runner 2077 Collector's Edition that Durin had sent him.

"Ah?" Du Lin blurted out this "ah".

"Ah, what? What's the matter, kid? You look so anxious." Professor Czerny asked curiously.

"Well, I was just at Secretary Sora's place. He said he asked you to write a song, but you were sick." Du Lin wiped his nose when he said this.

"I was indeed ill, but after using the miracle medicine you invented, even just a little bit, I felt like I was back to life." Speaking of this, Czerny smiled and patted the armrest of the sofa beside him. "Son, you must have accepted Sora's work, right? Come, let me ask you, how are you going to write it?"

By this time, the old housekeeper had brought rocking chairs suitable for the two little female dragons and two large bowls of ice cream.

Hearing that his little idea had saved the old man, Du Lin wiped his tears with satisfaction and clapped out a lot of magic hands.

Three groups of wizard hands brought several drums of different sizes from the wall. Twelve wizard hands brought ukuleles from Savoy, and then tambourines. Another wizard hand opened the piano lid.

When Du Lin was a child, he learned a song in the tower, and he can still sing that song today.

That's El pueblo unido jamás será vencido.

A united people never fails.

After listening to the prelude, Czerny nodded.

After Du Lin sang the first three lines in Savoyard, the smile on his face disappeared, replaced by shock.

When Du Lin finished singing, Czerny turned off the projector and looked at his old housekeeper: "Take good care of the house, my old friend."

"Yes, sir, you must take the young master to the Royal Academy of Fine Arts in Paris, right?"

"No, it's the Marseille People's Art School." Professor Czerny laughed after saying this. The two-meter-tall elk-like man lifted Du Lin up high and said, "It's great to see you in my twilight years. Du Lin, my good boy, let's go!"

The Marseille People's Art School is a very ordinary school. It was founded by some dreamy Northernists. Because of Sidney's reconciliation with Northernism, the school had a specially approved campus, which was newly built. Noble artists also visited it. They felt that this school had nothing to offer except for its passion for art.

In simple terms, the teaching staff is weak, the students have enthusiasm but no talent, and there are not even 30 students in a grade.

If it weren't for funding from Northernism and the Church of Art and Beauty, such a school should not even be called an art school.

But many of the young people at the school knew Savoyard—Savoyards still made up a large part of the population south of Sidney.

Taking into account that the Church of Art and Aesthetics stated that everyone has a love for beauty and has the right to pursue art, some enlightened nobles even donated a little money. There was also a young noble who became a teacher. Although he had a foul mouth, he always tried his best in teaching.

So when Du Lin followed Professor Czerny here, what he heard was the noble professor criticizing the freshmen.

"Have you had enough of playing the drums, sir? Try harder!"

"Your violin is always one note off. Do you think I'm trying to embarrass you? I'm worried that the bishop of the Church of Art and Beauty will hear about your sawing technique and be so angry that he'll accuse you of blaspheming the goddess of art!"

A young man with long ears is instructing children on the playground.

"Children are the most difficult to teach, and it's hard for him." Although he didn't know who he was, Du Lin really understood him, because children are always the most naughty. Du Lin himself was a child, so of course he understood all this.

"Not necessarily. You've never been difficult for me to teach. But your fellow apprentices give me a headache just thinking about them." Having said that, Czerny walked over and said, "Miles."

"Teacher!" The long-eared young man turned his head and saw Czerny. He immediately smiled and said, "Long time no see. Why are you here today?"

"Come, let me introduce you." Czerny pointed at Durin: "Durin Aiersh, your junior apprentice, my best apprentice."

"Your reputation is well-known. Hello, Mr. Du Lin."

Czerny pointed at the young man: "Miles Jinye, one of my good apprentices." Du Lin and Miles laughed at the same time.

"You are really partial, mentor." The elf sighed with a smile.

"Nonsense, Du Lin can let me lift him up high, can you do it, you big clothes rack?"

After saying this, the mentor and the apprentice looked at each other and smiled.

The school principal arrived. He was an old rabbit of the Kuni variety. He shook hands with Professor Czerny and said, "We are truly honored to have you here at our school."

Then he reached out and looked at Du Lin: "Mr. Du Lin, we are really surprised that you are here today."

"Old Powell, we are here today because we have a song that we want to record through this school." Czerny explained his purpose.

Old Powell was stunned: "We don't have a recording studio here."

"We don't need a recording studio," Du Lin replied.

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The next morning, the port of Marseille was crowded with people. Du Lin and the apprentices that Mentor Czerny had summoned from all over the place stood on the top of the overpass.

There are countless workers below, and people from all walks of life are looking forward to it.

As the drums sounded and the strings were plucked, students of different races sang the lyrics in a unified Savoyard language.

The crowd was silent at first, but gradually some people started cheering, and then countless hands began to applaud to the beat.

Real-time footage was projected onto the big screen in the performance area, and Du Lin appeared on it, playing the piano and singing along with the chorus.

Mentor Czerny, today's old elk is wearing sunglasses, beating his tambourine with a serious expression, shaking his head, and he is also singing.

Cyrol Aldan, Mr. Human, held up a flag and sang along excitedly.

Draco Francis, the old Gannet, sat on the speakers, playing the world's first arcane electric guitar.

Miles, the long-eared man, plucked the pick and played the ukulele in his arms, singing along with the chorus with a smile on his face.

The local dwarf clerk sang along and played a drum. His beard was very neatly trimmed and even had a Northernist emblem woven into it.

Secretary Sora and Secretary Ace played guitar with picks. They laughed and, infected by the atmosphere, started singing along.

Mrs. Anne played the tambourine, looked at the young people applauding in the audience, sang along with the chorus excitedly, and burst into tears.

And there was Alyssa, the assassin girl, who was wearing the same white short robe as Durin today, and was playing the tambourine with Lady Anne.

As the song ended, the applause from the audience was long and warm.

Du Lin stood up and shook hands with several secretaries one by one.

Then he came to the guardrail, stood on the speaker, and raised his hands high as he listened to the overwhelming calls from below for another performance.

"Sing! Everyone! Again!"

These words spread all over the place through the arcane loudspeaker.

The audience burst into cheers.

　The version used in this book.

　　Included in the playlist of the same name 'Dulin Diary'.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)