Silent Crown Chapter 15: False or sincere

　　 Ye Qingxuan opened his eyes.

　　 It's already afternoon, and the afternoon sun shines on him through the open window.

　　 For the first time, he felt exhausted like never before, but such exhaustion is good. There is no pressure like a man's back, and there is no pain that is difficult to move. There is just peace in my heart.

　　 "Are you awake?"

　　 The priest who sat down at the table reading the scriptures raised his head and said nonchalantly: "I was still half-dead when I came back last night. I didn't expect to recover so well."

　　 "My father said before, it's easy to feed on a cheap life."

　　 Ye Qingxuan smiled and got up with difficulty: "It's probably that God is not willing to accept a child like me who likes to lie, right?"

　　 "Don't speculate about God's will."

　　 The priest didn't talk to him, but after a warning, he continued to turn his head down.

　　 The afternoon sun shining on Ye Qingxuan's body, warm and soft, made his pale complexion much better, and he almost fell asleep again. After a long time, he heard Father Bann’s abrupt voice:

　　"Have you had a nightmare again?"

　　 "Nothing."

　　 Ye Qingxuan thought for a while, couldn't help but smirk: "I haven't had such a good dream... for a long time."

　　 "It doesn't sound like you are lying, it seems you are recovering well."

Father 　　 nodded, and suddenly said, "Go and see Vito. He is in his original room."

　　 "What happened to him?"

　　"He has been hiding in his room since he came back last night and has not spoken to anyone. He feels guilty of you, you should have a good talk with him."

The priest 　　 paused and said, "You and he are both fools, and they should have a common language."

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　　 Since there is resonance between genius and genius.

　　 So fools and fools should have a common language.

Father 　　 is right, the world always gathers like things. The billionaires clink glasses by the stove, while the homeless hug each other in the ice and snow. The lonely and the lonely share loneliness, and the painful people lick each other's wounds.

　　 Vito said that Ye Qingxuan was his only friend, but Ye Qingxuan's friend was only like him.

　　 One of these two guys was so stupid that he held the dream of a musician and didn't let go, and the other all day long imagined that he would rise to the top, become a big man, and take revenge on the nobles who killed his family.

　　 This guy who has always looked like a gangster has always felt that he will be a big man, so he is ready to go, ready to challenge some authority or other things.

　　 treats others as generous as a big man. He thinks that Ye Qingxuan is his friend, so no one can call him a bastard, even your majesty!

　　 For a long time, he felt that he would be great in the future. Nothing in this world could stop him, he was naive and stubborn.

　　Ye Qingxuan once saw Vito be so hesitated and sad, he was curled up in a corner, unkempt, and he really didn't look like a big man at all.

　　 When Ye Qingxuan was sitting next to him, Vito looked at him for a long time before recognizing him.

　　 "Yo Ye Zi, are you awake?"

　　 He twitched the corner of his mouth, as if smiling.

　　 Ye Qingxuan looked at his messy bed and shook his head: "You haven't slept?"

　　 "Can't sleep, someone is looking at me, in this room. Does this feel like killing? The leaves..."

　　 Vito looked at the empty corner, as if he could see an invisible evil spirit, so the green eyes were full of fierceness, as if to kill the non-existent enemy again:

　　 "Is he looking at me?"

　　 "He is dead, Vito."

　　 Ye Qingxuan said softly: "He won't look at you outside the window. Everyone has only one life. If you die, you are really dead."

　　 "He died?"

　　 Vito looked back at him, the ferocity in his eyes gradually faded, as if he finally relaxed after a long night confrontation. He whispered softly: "He really died like this?"

　　 Ye Qingxuan nodded slowly.

　　 "It turned out to be like this."

　　 Vito suddenly realized, as if all his strength was drained in an instant. He leaned against the wall and laughed softly: "Yeah, I killed him. I forgot... I said earlier, you don't know how to fight at all, you have to rely on me every time. Old Fei. When I came to see me, I knew something was wrong, how about it? Am I handsome?"

　　 He smiled, but under his smile the fear couldn't cover it. This is a belated fear that cannot be driven away.

　　"Handsome." Ye Qingxuan nodded.

　　 "Of course, I'm a bad embryo. I can't even stop me from killing people." He whispered, "I am a person who does great things, and I will get ahead in the future, right?"

　　 Ye Qingxuan was silent, stretched out his hand and patted him on the shoulder.

　　 Vito looked at him, smiled, tears and snot came out, embarrassed and sad, like a little **** who was beaten up, tears flowed so humble.

　　 "But at that time, why didn't I stand up? I should be the bait. I should be the one who went at that time. But I'm scared...Aren't you scared, Ye Zi?"

　　 "This, you asked me that suddenly, I can't tell you clearly."

　　 Ye Qingxuan scratched his hair, reached out and put a hand on his shoulder: "You don't have to be sad because of this. Because I am not as powerful as you think."

　　 "Yeba, are you here to say nice things to me?" Vito looked at him: "I don't need to be the same..."

　　 He didn't finish, because he saw that the gray-haired boy's eyes had no sympathy, nor a trace of pity.

　　 There is no need for sympathy before the defeated dog and the defeated dog. Of course there is no compassion between the fool and the fool.

　　Everyone is the same person, because everyone is the same.

　　 "No one can say beautiful things forever, Vito. Those beautiful things come from disguise."

　　 Ye Qingxuan said softly: "I am more afraid than you, but I am used to it.

　　 I knew it when I was very young. If I die, no one will remember me. So I have to live very hard...but the harder I live, the more afraid of death.

　　 Compared to living, dying is sometimes too simple.

　　 Five years ago, I wandered here. After being adopted by a priest, I felt that I could survive. In order to survive, I can do anything. I can be a good kid, and I can study hard and learn those spellings. But the most important reason in my heart is not to give them back and help others...I am for myself. "

　　 Ye Qingxuan paused and laughed, his smile full of self-deprecation: "Including when I stood up, I told Mr. Wolfflute to let me go instead. Then he owes me and he can help me become Musician, help me go back to Avalon.

　　 is that simple.

　　 Sometimes I think about who I am, and I feel ashamed. Vito, I have done so much, maybe part of it is to help other people, but in the final analysis, it's all for myself. "

　　He stroked the string ring on his fingertips: "Probably I am such a person.

　　 Because there is nothing, there are so many things I want. If there is something you want too much, you won't even care about your fate. As soon as I saw an opportunity, I wanted to pounce on it, and I felt like a dog that had been hungry for a long time in my heart. But after a long time, you will feel that there is nothing wrong with being a dog.

　　As long as you can get what you want, you can do anything, no matter what you do..."

　　 In the silence, it seemed like dust was wiped from the eyes of a young man. He stared at himself in his heart with seriousness, so his tone was complicated and solemn. When he said that sentence, he seemed to be betting with fate. To bet on everything you have, never dying:

　　 "Vito, I want to be a musician."

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　　In a long silence, Vito stared at him as if he had seen him for the first time.

　　 Until a long time later, he suddenly laughed softly: "...So you are so dirty, Ye Zi."

　　 "Did you say that?!"

　　 Ye Qingxuan was taken aback for a moment, and suddenly furious, kicked him over with a kick: "I said so much, not to comfort you!"

　　 Vito was kicked and rolled all over by Ye Qingxuan, but couldn't help laughing, as if he was gloating.

　　 "Keep rolling, just as if my kindness was all eaten by Old Fei." Ye Qingxuan kicked the door away without annoyance, but Vito was still laughing.

　　 After a while, the awakened old Fei ran into the door to find something to eat, only to see Vito who was out of breath with a smile.

　　 The kind of laughter declared that he was embarrassed like a little beggar, but he felt like a big man.

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　　 downstairs, the priest looked up in silence, and nodded a long time later: "It's okay."

　　 "It's so simple." Wolf flute exclaimed: "Should we say that children communicate well?"

　　 "No, it's a fool who only believes in foolish things."

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　　The moon is dark and the wind is high, at midnight.

　　 In the backyard of the church floor, two black figures carrying shovels walked out of the room and walked between the streets. One of them was tall and thin, with a blank face, and one staggered, as if he had been injured recently.

　　 They passed through the town quietly, and finally stopped in front of the cemetery, stopping at the iron fence.

　　 The tall and thin priest in the front took off the rusty copper key from his neck and unscrewed the huge iron lock. The iron door that hadn't been opened for a long time made a shrill sound when it was pushed open.

　　 "You buried that thing in the cemetery?"

　　The wolf flute held the shovel and asked in a low voice, "Isn't it decayed by moisture and corpses?"

　　 "The previous priest told me that the thing is well preserved and should not be broken."

　　"Hey, we have entrusted such an important thing to the cult for safekeeping, please confirm it anyway."

　　 "First, the thing was given to the cult for a seal, and you never said that it would be taken back one day. Second, if every priest had to open it, then what's the secret of this thing?"

　　 "...Why do I think what you said makes sense?"

　　 Father Benn glanced at him again, using an idiotic look.

　　 In the darkness, Bann carried a street lamp and led the way. They walked through the soft, wet and rotting soil, passing by tombstones. Wolfflute’s body was injured and he couldn’t walk fast, so he still had room to admire everyone’s epitaph~ IndoMTL.com~ Oh, it’s so miserable, this man was killed by an adulterer because he found his wife ** It's gone! Eh? Her wife is here too...Wait, why is the adulterer here too? There are two dogs of his family buried beside...what the **** is this? My brain fills up a story with hundreds of thousands of words, Father. "

　　 "Wordy."

Father 　　 glanced at him: "Go faster, we are almost there."

　　 In the end, they stopped in front of a tombstone that was really old. On the pale tombstone, the cross has broken, and the writing on it has been blurred by wind and rain.

Father 　　 looked down at the writing on it, shoveled away the mess in front of the grave with a shovel, and nodded: "This is it, you can start digging."

　　The wolf flute tentatively dug a shovel, and felt the wound aching, but unexpectedly there was no resistance. Just like the wet rot is mud, it is so easy that it feels easy.

　　 But the soil is obviously cold and hard, with gravel on it.

　　 It was like an invisible ghost staring at them in the dark. When they saw them digging a grave, they wrapped around them and blew air-conditioning, and by the way, helped one of them. When the grave is dug, they can crawl out, and then let the grave digger lie in.

　　 "Whose tomb is this?"

　　 The wolf flute shuddered: "I always think that weird things will be dug up. There will be no resentful spirits, right?"

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