Silent Crown Chapter 6: Talents

　　The church meeting room is in a mess.

　　 On the table, everything was swept to the ground.

　　The wolf flute was lying on the table, topless. In the candlelight, the brutal scars between the waist and abdomen were exposed. The wound was white with excessive blood loss, smooth as a mirror, like a sharp cut. From the waist to the chest, the bones are faintly exposed.

The priest 　　 poured a full bottle of spirits on the wound of the wolf flute, and he screamed in pain. Immediately afterwards, a curved crochet needle was roasted on a candle fire until the needle tip was red, and then the thread was strung up and the wound began to be sutured.

　　Gradually, he noticed that the pupils of the wolf flute's eyes were loose: "Have you used medicine for yourself?"

　　 "No way, it hurts too much." Wolf flute twitched the corners of his mouth: "I hit half a mandala. It only relieves the pain. It won't be addictive. Don't worry... But don't we have better medical conditions? "

　　 Bann responded indifferently: "There is no gel, no blood transfusion equipment, and no shadowless lamp. I can only stitch and bandage you."

　　 was another stitch, and the wolf flute whimpered with pain, which reminded Bann of the dog Ye Qingxuan raised.

　　 The wolf flute's expression twitched: "Father, don't you have a chant to heal wounds?"

　　 "I'm just an ordinary clergyman, you're going to find a chanter who is proficient in chanting." After that, the priest took another shot, causing the wolf flute to gasp again: "Can't you find one for me?"

　　 "The nearest one is two hundred kilometers away." Bann said calmly: "There is only one priest in this small town. Give up."

　　The wolf flute's eyes suddenly went dark.

　　"How is the battle on the front line?" The priest asked suddenly.

　　"It's still that bad, and it's still confronting. Because of the ruins, this war has been fought for a hundred years, and it seems that we will continue to fight..."

　　He gasped: "Now the people on both sides are in an arms race. It is said that the contemporary Mr. Chopin has secretly reached the front line, and the contemporary Brahms is organizing talks between the two sides on behalf of neutral countries... But it is estimated that No results."

　　 After listening to Ben, he didn't ask any more, but said indifferently, "That's it." The wolf flute, who was about to throw it out, felt even more depressed.

　　 While stitching, Bann’s movements suddenly stopped. He used tweezers to cut out a very thin piece of iron from the wound. The iron piece was sharp and thin as paper. It is stuck in the bones, as if it were originally grown there, and it is difficult to pull out.

　　 "What's the matter?"

　　 "The wanted black musician."

　　Wolf flute smiled miserably: "I ran into it on the way here. It should be a believer of the evil god. I was accidentally attacked."

　　"Can you be sure who it is? The believers of the Hundred Eyes are all dispatched in groups."

　　 "He is alone, I only hear the sound of the clarinet, otherwise I can't escape." The wolf flute gasped: "I remember that song..."

　　 he recalled, closing his eyes. It's like returning to the fog where you can't see your fingers again, and there are countless flying drops of water, like rainstorms, flying up in the sharp music...

　　"It is an extension of Cromer's Variations as the keynote, solo, is OP.74."

　　 The wolf flute gritted his teeth and finally recalled the information in the record:

　　"——He is ‘Buyu Master’."

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　　"Holy, holy, holy! The all-powerful god, I sing in the morning and reach the supreme through the clouds..."

　　The wolf flute was awakened by the hymn in the church. He opened his eyes, only to feel the sharp pain in the wound, the eyes were bloated, and he was thirsty and hungry, and the situation was so bad that he wanted to die...

　　 "Teacher, you lie to me."

　　The voice of the wolf flute was a little choked: "Who will not regret it!?"

　　 "Sir, are you awake?"

　　 In his dizzy vision, a white-haired boy appeared. He was holding a dinner plate and water on the ground in his hand.

　　The wolf flute has no time to pay attention to the boy's white hair with obvious oriental characteristics, and his eyes have been attracted by the food.

　　 After eating and drinking happily, he was finally satisfied. Recalling the ups and downs along the way and the high spirits at the time of departure, the wolf flute couldn't help but sigh:

　　"Most people will find that things they never regret come from mistakes, but it is too late to find out."

　　"Maxwell, "Refuting Independence", Chapter 2."

　　 At the bedside, the silent boy took the stubborn conversation.

　　 "Huh?"

　　Wolf flute was taken aback, and it was only when he noticed the existence of the boy, he was a little embarrassed: "Uh, sorry...Have you read that book?"

　　"There are in the library. I saw it when I was copying other books." Ye Qingxuan smiled: "I just read it. Many of the truths in the book are very profound and I can't understand it."

　　Wolf flute blushed suddenly, after all, this was the lesson that he had made under the supervision of his teacher last year, and he hasn’t finished it yet...

　　 "The priest said you need to rest here for a while. If you feel bored, I can help you find some books to read."

　　 "No, I have a headache when I read the book."

　　Wolf flute rubbed his forehead, a little distressed, and soon his eyes lit up: "You know how to spell, right?" He grabbed Ye Qingxuan's hand with a sincere look in his eyes: "Do me a favor! Otherwise! I'm dead!"

　　 "Uh, please speak. I will try my best."

　　Wolf flute waved his hand excitedly, and the action touched the wound. He grinned in pain, and forced a grin on himself: "As you can see... I will feel like I want to die now when I raise my hand, can you help me? How many letters should I write?"

　　 Ye Qingxuan nodded, and after finding the pen and paper, he listened to the wolf flute's dictation.

　　The wolf flute coughed twice and then brewed, his expression softened suddenly, and his voice softened: "My dear Milina, my rose, it has been a month since you left you..."

　　 Ye Qingxuan couldn't help but lose his goose bumps since the wolf flute began to speak. A letter filled with all the nasty words in English is as long as three thousand words, so that Ye Qingxuan can bear it after writing it. Can't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

　　 is finally over!

　　 "Ahem, next is the second letter."

　　The wolf flute blinked his eyes and looked at his green face: "Dear Ailian, my rose, it has been a month since you left you..."

　　 "Wait! This is exactly the same as the content of the last letter? And Ailian and Milina are two girls?!" Ye Qingxuan was stunned: "You are on two boats?"

　　 "No, no, I'm just dating three girls at the same time."

　　 "...you are amazing!"

After 　　 wrote the three letters, Ye Qingxuan found that the wolf flute had no intention of stopping at all, and continued: "To my dear Mr. Sebastian, my..."

　　 "...your rose? You never let go of men?!"

　　 "My teacher!"

　　The face of the wolf flute is also green. I don't know what the brain has made up.

　　 "Ahem, when I didn't say it."

　　 Ye Qingxuan embarrassedly buried his head in copying.

　　 The only good news is that this time the letter was unexpectedly simple, with only a few sentences. However, after so many years of copying, it was the first time Ye Qingxuan felt a sense of "finally over" relief.

　　 "Okay, thank you friend."

　　Wolf flute nodded in satisfaction and patted his shoulder: "I haven't asked for advice yet, are you?"

　　"Ye, Ye Qingxuan."

　　 "Oriental? No wonder." Wolf flute glanced at his white hair, nodded and said, "No matter who you are, you have helped me a lot. I will help you with the priest. "

　　"Good words?" Ye Qingxuan tilted his head to look at him: "Do you think it is useful?"

　　 "Uh, indeed."

　　 The wolf flute thought of the priest’s hard face cast in copper and iron, and he was a little helpless: "Then I have no way to repay you. Look, when I came here, the money for the car was the priest. Helped me with it. The only one who is poorer than me is Angelu, who has borrowed 60 million national debt."

　　 Hearing him say this, Ye Qingxuan suddenly laughed:

　　 "You are a musician, I didn’t guess that’s right?"

　　The wolf flute was stunned. He recalled what he had said, but he didn't seem to reveal his identity.

　　 Ye Qingxuan stretched out his hand and pointed to the holster on the head of his bed, where half of the metal flute was exposed. Although it looks simple, it has a special solemn texture and is obviously expensive.

　　 "Well, you guessed it."

　　The wolf flute drew out the flute, turned it around in his hand skillfully, and showed it to him, then pressed the flute hole: "Do you recognize it?"

　　 Ye Qingxuan shook his head: "The shape is not like the eastern flute, and it is also different from those I know."

　　"This is a musical instrument from my hometown, and it is not widely spread."

　　Wolf flute whispering on the flute, "It is said that this kind of clarinet was first passed down by the ancient Semites and is called'Nye'. They live in the desert, so there will be a sound of wind and sand when they blow."

　　 He saw a certain expectation in the pupils of the young man in front of him, he smiled suddenly, raised the clarinet to his lips, flicked the fingers of his left hand, and played a few simple notes.

　　 Then, there was a clear and simple sound.

　　 For a moment, all the noisy sounds that Ye Qingxuan took for granted disappeared. The sound of wind, water, footsteps in the distance, and even his own breathing became silent.

　　 followed by the sound of a note, like the wind blowing from a deep cave~IndoMTL.com~ with a desolate atmosphere. As if the dry reed leaves in the wind and sand vibrated, the iron pieces rubbed against the sand, and they oscillated in the room with a lingering sound, disappearing without a trace.

　　In front of Ye Qingxuan, silver dust emerged out of thin air, vaguely condensed into the shadow of a vague wolf. The wolf's eye pupils glanced at Ye Qingxuan as if they had spirituality, and then retracted his gaze. Following the tremor of the notes, he turned and dissipated in the breeze.

　　 In an instant, everything is over, like an illusion.

　　 Silence returns again.

　　 Soon, the wolf flute coughed in a low voice, his visceral movement involved the wound, and he couldn't help taking two breaths of cold air.

　　 Beside, the white-haired young man stretched out his hand in the air in a daze, as if trying to find where the silver wolf was hiding. Obviously, he found nothing, but his face couldn't help but smile.

　　The longing for a smile is satisfied.

　　 "It's great," he said softly.

　　 "Do you want to be a musician?"

　　Wolf flute suddenly realized, blurted out. But suddenly a little sad. He understands why Bann asked him to take care of himself-the **** priest didn't want himself to give him hope, he wanted himself to expose it.

　　 "Yes."

　　 Ye Qingxuan hopes in case: "Do you think it is possible?"

　　 The wolf flute groaned, and for a long time, he slowly shook his head.

　　 "Sorry, Ye."

　　The wolf flute lowered his eyes, not wanting to see the boy's disappointed expression:

　　"——You have no talent."