Chapter 23 sleepy maggie

Gigi made her way to the pier, the dog limping after her.The main road formed a triangle with the crooked houses on the other side and the embankment of the port.Villagers gather in this triangle to hold open-air dances. To Gigi's surprise, they were neither elves nor gods, and they wore clothes that were centuries ago, making people feel like they were in a fantastic masquerade.Other than that, the people on the docks were no different from the average Irish villager. The three bars closest to them were open.In Gigi's village they're called Green's, Connelly's, and Sexton's, but here they have no names, at least no sign on the door.Non-dancing people lounging against a wall, sitting on a bench or curb, holding tall wine glasses or tankards or pink glasses filled with It's stout.

No one noticed Gigi, and the dog ran to lie down in the open space next to the wall of Connery's Bar, in front of him were the round barrels of chairs, and the upside-down barrels where the musicians sat.Gigi stood against the wall, watching the band from behind.There are six members in the band: two violinists, one bagpipe player, one who plays the whistle, one who plays the flute, and one who is the sheep chaser that Gigi met, who plays the sheepskin drum.They're playing a reel.Gigi remembers a little bit of this piece of music, but can't remember the title.The speed of the music is not fast, but the rhythm is distinct, bright and pleasant, making Gigi's toes itchy, and she can't help but want to dance.

They didn't dance in groups like the people at the Liddy's ball, and they didn't dance in groups like the traditional concert. Dance in a circle.Their dance steps are very special, energetic and graceful, and their bodies are as light as feathers floating in the air. Before Gigi had heard enough, the song ended.People scattered, laughing and arranging their clothes and hair.Some went into the bar, the rest stood around, talking and fighting.Several musicians also stood up, and only then did they notice Jiji standing by the wall.They talked for a while, and one of them, a blond young violinist with a charming smile, nodded to him.

"Welcome!" he said, leading Gigi to an empty seat. "I've never seen you before." "I've never been here." Gigi said. "That's the reason to welcome you," said the fiddler. "We rarely see strangers. What's your name?" "Gigi." The young man introduced the others to him: Cormack the bagpiper, Jenny and Marcus the whistle and the flute respectively, Davely the drummer who chased the sheep, and Maggie the fiddler who seemed to be asleep. So I didn't shake hands with Gigi. "My name is Egoas." The violinist finished his introduction, "Do you know how to play an instrument?"

"A little bit." Jiji said, "I'm familiar with the violin, and I can play the flute." "Great," said Aegas, "you can play a song with us." "Oh, no." Gigi refused the proposal not because she was shy, but because the music here was very different from what he had learned in terms of rhythm and pitch. Before picking up the instrument to play, he wanted to listen to it more. .Besides, he remembered, he wasn't here to play music. "I met this dog on the street, do you know its owner?" All the musicians turned to look at the dog lying on the ground.

"This is Brian," Jenny said. "Is it your dog?" "It has no owner," Jenny explained. "It should be sent to the veterinarian." Gigi said, "If it has no owner, I am willing to take it." He only brought ten euros, which is far from enough for the treatment, but if there is no other way, he has no choice but to do so. . "Nobody can help it, Gigi," said Aegas. "You leave it alone." "Let's play a tune," Marcus suggested. Gigi is horrified by how they treat Brian.He is not a man of great compassion, having grown up on a farm and seen many injured animals.But Brian's injuries were so severe that he needed medical attention.

"I'm not here to listen to music," he said.This sentence seems very impatient. "Oh?" Gigi caught a glimpse of hostility in Aegas's clear green eyes, and then quickly disappeared, "Then what are you doing here? Are you just here to save a lame dog?" "No." Gigi replied. "Then there's another reason?" Margie interrupted, for she hadn't slept at all. "I think so," Gigi said.Although the dog almost made him forget the purpose of coming here, he still remembered this absurd reason. "I heard you guys can buy me some time."

"Time?" Davely asked. "Don't interrupt," Aegas said. "We've got plenty of time," said Cormack. "It's not a thing of use to us." "Really? That's great!" Gigi said, although it sounded more ridiculous. "Then can you sell me some?" "You can take it." Aegas said, "Take it all." Gigi was silent, trying to understand what the words meant. "We don't need time." "You are welcome to take it," said Aegias. "You mean..." Gigi said, "let me take the time?"

"Yes." Aegas said. Gigi looked around, not sure what they were joking about, nor did she see any malice or intention to make fun of him, but it couldn't be that simple. Davely saw his confusion. "Wait," he said, "maybe you'd better get something in exchange." "Of course," said Maggie, "it's safe." "It can also show its value." Markas said. "Very well," said Aegas, "make us an offer." Gigi touched the ten-euro note in her pocket. If she had known this would happen, she would have brought more money.Had I had the foresight, I should have borrowed some money from Anne Kaulff at that time.

He took out the money and said very apologetically, "I only have so much money with me." As they stare at the crumpled bill in his hand, Gigi realizes she's made a mistake—the money is insulting them. "I've still got a lot of money," Gigi added hastily. "I've got a few hundred dollars in my credit union." "Oh no!" said Cormack, "not that." "You can show us any number of these pieces," Jenny said. "It's no use to us," Maggie said. "We don't need it," Davely said again. "Do you have anything else?" asked Aegas.

Gigi reached for his pocket, the inside pocket of his jacket contained the candles and matches Anne Kulff had given him to get home with.A pocketknife was in it, too, but he liked it so much he wouldn't trade it for anything other than a last resort.He touched the other pockets again. Egeas looked up at the sky; Davely finished examining the sheepskin head and thumped it hard; Maggie began to feel drowsy again. "There must be something," Davely said. "If we could think of it, I'm sure there would be," Jenny said. "Here," said Agas, "he has what we all want." "What is it?" Gigi asked. ""Tao De's Ninth Work"." "That's right," said Maggie, who was still awake. "Good way," said Cormack. Giji thought about it hard, in fact, this is a very common piece of music, and because it is so common, there are countless jokes about its name.In fact, there is no work called "No. 8 of Dao De" or "No. 10 of Dao De" or "No. 1" or "No. 2", but only "Work No. 9".Not only did Gigi know the tune, she played it, and it was one of Helen's favorites.Gigi can play dozens or even hundreds of songs in a row, but the problem is that unless he has to settle down to learn a special piece, he won't remember their names.Unless it's for a competition, the title of the song doesn't matter to him at all.That is to say, in most cases, Gigi can't match the title of the song with the number of the song, even if he can play it very skillfully. "Don't you know?" Aegas asked, sounding a little disappointed. "Of course I know," Gigi said, "I just can't remember. How did it begin?" "That's exactly what we wanted to know," Maggie said. "Every one of us knew it before," Markus said, "but it slipped out of our heads and we wanted to get it back." "It's a nice piece," said Davely. "One of the best pieces," said Jenny, too. Gigi searched hard in her memory.This piece is related to Joan Cooley, a well-known South Galway accordionist.The piece was recorded while playing in a tavern shortly before his death.Helen often plays this record at home, and Gigi knows it like the back of her hand. Egeas handed him a violin.Gigi took the piano, recalled the content on that CD, and tried to play a song. "This is 'Branch of the Blackthorn,'" said Davely. Gigi played another tune. "It is," said Maggie. Gigi racked her brains and still couldn't figure it out. "I remember some very beautiful pieces written by Paddy Fahey," he said, "and I can teach you one of them." Jenny giggled.Egeas also shook his head and said, "We know all of Paddy's tunes." "Paddy learned the tunes from us, actually," said Cormack. "He won't like it if he hears you talk like that," Gigi said. "Why?" said Agias. "He would be the first to admit it, if anyone would believe it." Gigi wasn't too convinced of his words, but he didn't want to argue with them about it. "I once learned a beautiful jig," he said. "Let's hear it first," Aegas said. Jiji played a jig written by her great-grandfather.As soon as a few notes were drawn, the rest started to play along, obviously they knew the piece well.Gigi was going to stop, but it was a joy to play with them.After the first pass, he could hear that they had added accents and remixes, adding a lot of color to the piece.In the second pass, he also added these elements to his playing.He took the cue from Maggie's eyes and changed the piece, which was the second one Helen had taught the night before, and the others would too.After the performance, Egeas asked for the violin back. "You draw very well," he said, "but you'll break the mane on your bow before you come up with a tune we don't know." "You're playing music from here," Markus said. Older people will believe this.Is it true what they say?However, not all the pieces are, not only Paddy Fahey can compose, there are many people. "I wrote a tune myself," Gigi said. "You didn't," said Maggie, "you just thought you did." "You've heard us play and jotted down some of the pieces in your mind," said Davely, "so, you thought you composed them yourself." "A lot of people are like that," Jenny said. "Pull it out and listen to it," Aegas said. Jiji raised the piano and played a few notes, and the others quickly followed.Gigi had to stop and return the violin. "I don't believe it," he said, "you know such a poor tune." "Not everything is bad," Maggie said. "If it's written well," Markus said, "someone would have made it better" duo better. ; went to the trouble of stealing it before you. " "Now, though," Agas said, "we don't feel like it's stealing." They were silent for a while.Suddenly, a faint bleating sound broke the silence, and Gigi thought it was the sound coming from the sheepskin drum.Dai Weili beat the drum a few times, as if to stop the screaming.Jiji turned around to look for the sheep, but couldn't find it, so he focused his attention on "Dao De's Ninth Work". "Do you have any other tunes you forgot?" he asked. They all shook their heads. "I have a proposal," said Maggie, "why don't you take the time first? You can owe the piece first." "Excellent," said Aegas.The rest are also positively in favor. "That's great!" Gigi said, "I'll teach you when I learn from my mother." "If you don't come, we will have someone "more `duo good` books are all at Fuwa T x `T novel download` station w W w. Mark said. "It didn't work," Maggie said. "We tried it, don't you remember?" "Yes, I do," said Cormack. "That's the trouble with going out there," Davely said. "Once you get there, you forget what you're doing." "I won't forget," Gigi said, "I'll write it on my hand and take it home." "Smart," Markus said. "Smart indeed," Maggie said. "Well then, you go!" said Aegas, "take all the time you want." Gigi stood up happily.The others also stood up, put down their instruments, and shook hands with him to congratulate him on the deal. "Okay," Gigi said, "how do I take time?" "Don't you know?" Maggie asked. "I don't know." Gigi said eagerly. They sat down one by one. "We don't know either," Davely said. "I think it might need something to hold it in," Agas said.