Silent Crown Chapter 338: Baking in the sun

Leaving the underground palace is no trouble as imagined.

Most musicians are more sensible, and will not act easily until they see real benefits. Small frictions continued along the way, but the real struggle never broke out.

And as they walked up the mine, they realized that the road they came had completely collapsed.

I'm afraid the surprise left behind has been delivered to its owner.

That scene must be interesting.

Just after they left, the exploration of the underground palace was still in progress, but there was no substantial breakthrough.

It's like encountering a stuck level while playing a mini game in Ether Ball.

As a result, no one seemed to have thought of it.

One card is several days.

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In the past few days, Ye Qingxuan went to the underground palace every day to look at the helpless musicians in front of the door. Seeing them, there was nothing he could do, so he went back to the sun with confidence.

Yes, bask in the sun.

When everyone is racking their brains to solve problems, they just lie in the Romulus bazaar, selling dozens of unsellable knives, lying lazily on a rack. Bask in the sun on a broken lounger.

Read the book when you are free, eat a snack when you are hungry, and drink some juice when you are thirsty.

The afternoon sun is warm and gentle.

Relaxation is almost like a vacation.

When the musicians passing by saw him, they all wanted to bite their teeth and drag the **** over to have a fight: This kind of guy is too lazy to be like this, and the master of Anglo can see it!

Hurry up and clean up the door!

It turns out that they think too much.

The master of Angelu, the mysterious ‘thigh’, never appeared again after he showed up on the first day! According to Ye Qingxuan, he ate and slept in the hotel every day... he was lazier than himself!

Since the upper beam is not upright, don't blame the lower beam for being crooked.

Ye Qingxuan also drew water in this serious trial without burden.

During this period, Mr. Hu took his students with him. I wander around the city every day, and occasionally come over to say hello, talk about the customs and specialties of the East, and exchange views on interpretation and ancient history.

At the beginning. The elites in the Imperial College saw this white-haired fellow clan, and they still had the thought of comparing each other.

But then, looking at him with a cold and unpretentious look, I couldn't help being disappointed. He mumbled quietly, "Orange grows Huaibei," and was too lazy to take care of it.

——This kind of tired and lazy character. If it were placed in the Imperial Prison, it would have been swept out long ago!

However, Ye Qingxuan soon discovered that his good days were over.

What do you say?

The wicked have their own grievances.

Just when Ye Qingxuan was paralyzed on the recliner and was sleeping with her saliva, she suddenly felt a shadow cast on her face.

Opening my eyes, I saw the familiar map, and Elsa’s happy smile that seemed to be taken advantage of:

"This gentleman, you buy..."

Before she finished speaking, Ye Qingxuan was so frightened that she bounced off her chair: "I bought a map! Please let it go!"

"Oh..."

Elsa suddenly felt sorry: "Do I know you?"

"This..." Ye Qingxuan looked back. I saw the Romulus people around me looking at him blankly, with an expression of ‘do you dare to bully her and try it’.

His expression twitched, and he answered honestly:

"Probably... right?"

Elsa nodded, thoughtfully, and turned around his recliner several times doubtfully: "Then what are you doing?"

"Baking in the sun."

"Oh."

Elsa immediately understood and was satisfied.

However, he did not go... but lay down! She lay down!

Ye Qingxuan suddenly had a headache. He saw the little girl lying next to her booth, squinting her eyes like her own, and basking in the sun.

Girl, you can't do this!

Ye Qingxuan felt the stunned gaze from the people around him, and a mouthful of old blood stuck in his throat. The expression became sad and indignant: If you do this, I will call you father!

Even if you have a bad memory, you can't be so ruthless!

Fortunately, Elsa got up and looked at Ye Qingxuan after not being exposed for a long time. With a dazed look:

"What am I doing?"

Ye Qingxuan's headache is getting worse, and he is unable to answer: "You...probably are in the sun?"

"Oh, I still like to bask in the sun, no wonder it's so dark."

Elsa suddenly realized, looking at her wheaten skin, she didn't know why she laughed happily. It's been so many years. It was the first time Ye Qingxuan saw a silly kid who could be so happy in the sun.

She seemed to use this as her trump card, sitting on the ground, humming a song, taking out the stuff in the bulging pocket, then ‘wipe it clean’ with a dirty handkerchief, and put it back.

Things piled up into a hill on the ground.

Little pencils, small hairpins, small bottle caps, small dolls...

"What is this?"

Ye Qingxuan looked at the small bottle that fell by his feet, picked it up, and asked questioningly: "Toys?"

"Probably something I like."

Elsa scratched her hair: "I don't have a good memory, so I will bring things I like with me. Look at this, isn't it beautiful? And this...oh, and it!"

She excitedly showed Ye Qingxuan her collection, those little hairpins, little dolls, and...a dead mouse.

Looking at the dead mouse who was about to get to his face, Ye Qingxuan's expression twitched, and he moved back a little harder: "Do you like this?"

"Well, although I don't remember it anymore, I must have liked it before!"

Elsa stretched out her hand and carefully touched the little white mouse in her palm, her voice softened: "It's fine if it likes me too."

"..."

Ye Qingxuan was silent, stretched out his hand, and touched her head:

"Don't worry, it must like you too."

"Really?"

"Yes."

So Elsa became happy. After walking around him for a long time, she suddenly took out a notebook from her backpack and asked him to sign it.

"What is this?"

Ye Qingxuan was taken aback for a moment, and took the book, only to find the crooked handwriting on the cover: Elsa's friends.

The densely packed book is almost full, but it seems to be repeated, and several people's names have been written four or five times. On the latest page, I don’t know who it is. He crookedly pressed a ball of ink like a dog's paw, the ink was still not dry, like a prank graffiti.

Beside, Elsa wrote crookedly "Big Dog Can't Write"... I really don't know what her friends are. Ye Qingxuan sighed with a wry smile. Write your name.

Anyway, she won't remember it in a few minutes, right?

Just make her happy...

Seeing that he signed her name, Elsa cheered, took the notebook and turned it over by herself. Ye Qingxuan saw her hair sway, revealing the faint writing on her neck. His eyes became curious:

"What is this?"

"This?"

Elsa fumbled for a while, found a small mirror, and after thinking about it for a while, she said confidently: "Should it be my name? It seems that there is still my address!

Well, so the person who picked me up can send me back. It's amazing, no wonder everyone knows me. "

"..."

Ye Qingxuan curled his lips, speechless. But Elsa suddenly reached out and touched his head: "You have to cheer too, your family must be looking for you very hard."

He was stunned and turned his head stiffly:

"Huh?"

Elsa looked at him in confusion: "Didn't you also forget where your home is?"

"No." Ye Qingxuan shook his head blankly.

"Liar."

Elsa curled her lips: "When other people look at me, they will feel pitiful for me. But when you look at me, you only look sad that you can't find your home.

Your memory must also be bad, right? That's why I ran away and couldn't find where my home was. "

Ye Qingxuan looked at her for a long time, then retracted his gaze, just said indifferently: "No, you think too much."

"Obviously."

Elsa stared at him furiously, and soon turned to sympathy, stood on tiptoe and touched his white hair: "It's okay. Touch your head. I'm familiar with this place, everyone is Good guy, maybe one day, the person who finds you will send you home."

Ye Qingxuan didn't know what to say. Should he be angry or grinning bitterly, he looked straight at the little girl for a long time, looking at those amber eyes, but he didn't know why, but he felt scared.

She can see through herself.

See through your own lies.

Not because of how accurate her instincts are, nor because of other things. It's just because... She thinks Ye Qingxuan is the same person as him. What's more **** is that she feels right.

It turned out to be right!

"My home...is not here."

Ye Qingxuan took the lead to look away, avoiding her gaze: "You don't need to worry about these issues."

Elsa seemed to understand, but also seemed to understand something.

"You don't... forget about it?" she asked with some uncertainty.

Ye Qingxuan suppressed the anger that he suddenly engendered for some reason, and just said lightly: "You think too much, I won't even forget where my home is."

"Where is your home?"

Ye Qingxuan opened her mouth to speak, but suddenly got stuck again and froze in place.

Yes, where is his home?

In the East? In Anglo? In that burnt wooden house in the exile? In the music history department of the Royal Academy of Music? Or in that magnificent mansion on Queen Avalon Avenue?

"...you are right."

Ye Qingxuan laughed mockingly, lowered his eyes: "I forgot."

He has no home since he was ten years old.

A small hand is placed on his forehead.

"Good ~ IndoMTL.com~ Feel your head, it's not sad."

Elsa stood on tiptoe, stretched out her hand to rub his hair, her eyes were gentle and quiet, as clear as the sky, "I'll make a grass doll for you later, OK? What my mother taught me, just This is the only thing I have not forgotten. My mother said it can bless me and will definitely bless you to find where your home is."

Ye Qingxuan looked at her blankly, and forced a smile:

"I hope."

Soon, Elsa finished her collection and waved goodbye, not knowing where she went. When he set off, he looked firm and serious, as if he was about to embark on some unknown adventure.

Perhaps, for her, everything in this world is new and unknown, right?

Living so carefree may not be as difficult and painful as Ye Qingxuan imagined. At least, she is much happier than herself.

"Make up a grass doll?"

Ye Qingxuan stared at her back and smiled softly: I hope she will remember it. (To be continued.)