Silent Crown Chapter 14: Moonlight

　　 When the wolf flute woke up again, he was still on the bed that was transformed into an operating table.

　　 He can't feel his body, as if he is floating in the air, an inexplicable sense of happiness lingers in his brain. Although there is no pain, that kind of nihilistic happiness feels extremely confused and uncomfortable.

　　"Mandala?"

　　Wolf flute whispered: "Father, did you give me a big injection?"

　　 "At least you are still sane now and can speak." In the candlelight, the priest who bowed his head and chanted looked back at him, "You weren't as complete as you are now when you were brought back. In order not to let you die, I ran out of stock mandalas."

　　 "It's really hard work, but is this level of surgery really something that an ordinary priest should do? And there shouldn't be surgical instruments and so many medicines in ordinary churches..."

The priest 　　 ignored him.

　　Wolf flute raised his head with difficulty, saw the dense surgical sutures on the chest, and sighed softly: "Since I'm still alive, that means Master Buyu is dead?"

　　 "Isn't he right next to you?"

Father 　　's words stunned Wolf Flute, turned his head to the other side, couldn't help screaming, and almost rolled out of bed.

　　 is next to his pillow, with a large glassware.

　　 was soaking a shriveled, deformed corpse in the pungent antiseptic liquid.

　　 It looks like all the water has been squeezed out, and the corpse is cramped and bent over, like a large baby. But no baby is as scary as this kind of ghost.

　　 "You don't need to retaliate against me like this, do you? Father."

　　 Wolf flute bitterly: "Are you a headhunter, how did you make him like this?"

　　 "He became like this after he died." The priest reached out and took the bottle away, eager to throw it away: "It seems I am passionate. If you don't need it, I can throw it away."

　　 "I was wrong! Please hold your hands high. Although this thing is ugly, you can still get a lot of money from the Musician Guild."

　　 The wolf flute tilted his mouth begging for mercy, and the saliva flowed down the corner of his mouth, looking at the extraordinarily idiot: "Otherwise, I can't repair my instruments, and the dead goblins in Cavendish's lab can't see the money Maybe not even let me in."

Father 　　 looked down at the wreckage in the bottle, and suddenly asked: "You promised that the child's funding is also in it, right?"

　　"……"

　　Wolf flute was taken aback: "You all know?"

　　 "When you were talking last night, I was outside listening."

　　"...When did you start?"

　　"From the beginning, until you said, ‘In order to compensate him for the danger he encountered as a bait, I would like to subsidize him to train as a musician’."

　　"You are not wondering if he agrees?"

Father 　　 glanced at him again, like an idiot, saying nothing.

　　 "Well, he agreed."

　　Wolf flute helpless: "If I didn't have him this time, maybe I would really die."

Father 　　 shook his head: "There is a wolf king who can control the ether, you may not lose."

　　 "Thanks to the teacher who gave it to me, thanks to his foresight, I was able to bluff Master Bu Yu. But I did not expect that the result would be costly."

　　 "It's better to be alive than anything else. You should rest first."

　　 Father Benn got up, as if he was about to leave. After a moment of silence, he said softly: "There will be a carriage to take you away the day after tomorrow. I will take you to get that thing tomorrow.

　　...It is well preserved, I hope you can use it properly. "

　　 He glanced at the wolf flute one last time, left the room, and closed the door.

　　 In the silence, there is only a silent wolf flute.

　　 After a long time, he scratched his head and sighed softly:

　　 "As long as that thing is used, the word ‘proper’ can’t be said, right?"

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　　 Ye Qingxuan had another dream. He dreamed of the distant past, but it did not resemble what he remembered.

　　 is like a fantasy from someone. With the sound of rain, I came to my dream.

　　 He returned to the streets of Avalon again, busy.

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　　The familiar sound of the piano came from nowhere. It was the sound that echoed in my ears since I remembered it. They were like palms, leading him to deeper dreams.

　　In the turbulent crowd, he saw the man carrying the piano case. He looked very young, so it should have been many years ago.

　　His robe floated in the wind, flying like a crane.

　　The long silver-white hair is not tied into a hairpin like most Orientals, but simply tied with a hair band, which looks weird and simple.

　　"...So the old men in the holy city called me "Yue Yin", probably because they think I am an expert in dealing with cultists. But no matter how you look at my son, he is more talented than me, right?"

　　 The man looked down at his son, who just stared curiously at the surrounding scenery, looking around. The child's face was so familiar, it was so familiar that Ye Qingxuan had a headache, but he couldn't remember who it was.

　　 Ye Qingxuan stood in the crowd in a daze, staring at it, dazed and confused.

　　 "Dad, I want that..."

　　 The child stretched out his hand and pointed at the balloon in the pedestrian's hand.

　　 "Okay, okay, dad buys it for you quietly, don't tell mom, OK?"

　　 The man carrying the piano case teased his child, passing by Ye Qingxuan blankly.

　　 He turned his head and saw the carefree eyes of the child in the man's arms.

　　In the turbulent crowd, the child looked back at him, and the momentary eye contact seemed to have opened something. That kind of look made Ye Qingxuan staggered back and fell to the ground, as if the whole person was hollowed out.

　　 That kid looks like he used to be.

　　 But how can I be so happy?

　　 He wants to laugh a little.

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　　The ubiquitous piano sound came again, solidifying the turbulent crowds on the street, and the wind blew up from the end of the dreamland and poured down from the sky, flooding and blowing away the city.

　　 Ye Qingxuan struggled painfully in the wind, vacillating.

　　 At his fingertips, the string ring returned to a shiny string, pulling him into the depths of the wind tunnel.

　　He was floating in the wind.

　　 "Leaf, have you ever dreamed?"

　　 The man carrying the piano case asked softly in his ear, Ye Qingxuan looked around blankly, and heard a tender voice instead of him to answer: "Are these things that will happen after falling asleep?"

　　 "Perhaps, but I have dreams when I am awake."

　　The person carrying the piano case laughed in a low voice, his voice was soft and deep, like the clear echo of jade collision:

　　" Sleeping dreams can be forgotten as long as they wake up, but when the waking person falls asleep, it will continue to continue, in your dreams... the whole world becomes like a sweet dream, How great is it, right?"

　　 Ye Qingxuan stiffened, turned his head and saw the man carrying the piano case. The pain from nowhere caused him to bend down. He held his head and felt throbbing pain.

　　 "This world is a nightmare, father!"

　　 He roared hoarsely: "Because of you...can you still think of it as a sweet dream? Mom, he is dead... Mom is dead because of you!"

　　 The oriental man was stunned, as if he had finally remembered, staring at him vaguely, complicated and sad.

　　 The sound of the piano, which continued like silk, was interrupted for a moment.

　　 The wind stopped, the sand was gone, the sun went out, the earth shattered, and everything collapsed.

　　Darkness enveloped everything, and he fell into the abyss.

　　 The broken sound of the piano was like a hand, which held him tightly.

　　Dreamland changes drastically, sometimes like a flooded city, sometimes a collapsed castle, sometimes a raging sea, dense jungle growing on the sea, and neon shining at the end of the sky.

　　 In the next instant, they changed again and dimmed.

　　 An endless mist rises, drowning everything.

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　　The sound of the piano sounded again.

　　 is like a moon groaning, like clouds in the sky.

　　 Ye Qingxuan walked in the mist, looking blankly for the direction of the sound of the piano. The rugged mountain road under his feet gradually climbed, extending to a higher place, and becoming narrower and more difficult to navigate.

　　 The disturbing mist envelops him, as if countless eyes are watching quietly, making him feel that he is not alone on this road.

　　He walked on the mountain road, forward, forward, forward... until there was no way to go.

　　 The next step is the abyss.

　　 The sound of the piano came from the end of the sky, broken and continued firmly, as if calling him to come. Ye Qingxuan quietly stared at the mist and stretched out, taking a step forward.

　　The abyss did not swallow him, because the invisible sound of the piano held him up, he stepped on the wind and moved forward, faster and faster.

　　 Sometimes he looked around, staring at the dancing clouds. In the mist and sea of ​​clouds, only the broken lights of stars are swimming, like fish in the mist. The light passed by him and disappeared.

　　 So his mind settled down and he was no longer worried.

　　 So Yunhai separated from him. Layers of fog and thick clouds withdrew towards both sides, revealing a line of night sky, above the sky, stars gleaming.

　　 Ahead of the road to the sea of ​​clouds, a bright moon silently rises, shining in the direction of the end.

　　 In the fine and quiet sound of the piano, countless rays of light jumped from the sea of ​​stars, fell, and rose to the sky again. The misty tune lingers in the sea of ​​clouds between heaven and earth, turning into a little bit of bright light.

　　In the moonlight, he saw the man waiting quietly.

　　 That person stood in an unreachable distance, and Ye Qingxuan couldn't catch him. While staring silently, he saw Ye Qingxuan's shadow, he laughed and waved gently.

　　 When he waved his hand, his body was turbulent and fuzzy, as if it was about to disappear.

　　"How is it?" He looked at the boy: "Is this a good dream?"

　　 "Is this your trick too? Father."

　　 Ye Qingxuan stared at him: "But I don't think it is beautiful~ IndoMTL.com~ I am afraid of it."

　　"Leaf, this is your past dream, you just remember it again."

　　 "I have forgotten."

　　 Ye Qingxuan don't want to look too far.

　　 "Things that have been forgotten will not appear here."

　　The man in the moonlight said softly: "Things that cannot be forgotten are painful, but this is your dream, how can you forget it?"

　　 Ye Qingxuan was stunned. He looked around this dream, looked at the sea of ​​clouds and moonlight, but suddenly felt dazed and sad.

　　 "Then what should I...how do I do?"

　　 In the silence, the man smiled like moonlight.

　　 "Aren't you going forward?"

　　 He said: "It’s like now, not arrogantly floating toward the sky, nor falling down because of pain. It’s forward, straight forward. Nothing in this world can stop you from moving forward. Go.

　　Whether it leads to heaven or hell, go to the end of the dream..."

　　The boy looked at the black pupils that were the same as his own. There seemed to be a thousand words in those eyes, but he couldn't speak clearly.

　　 "So, don't forget, Leaf."

　　In the moonlight, he stared at the young man, sighing as sad and complicated. Gradually, he melted in the moonlight, and only the sound of the wind brought the final whisper:

　　 "I will be there waiting for you."