Silent Crown Chapter 202: The illusory sun

Late night, in the Royal Conservatory of Music, in the main building, two figures met unexpectedly. When they found each other, they were suddenly embarrassed.

"Good evening, Mr. Yegor."

Ludwig, who was the first to walk down the steps, greeted him, and Yegor, who had just entered the door, also hurriedly responded.

After some greetings, the awkward atmosphere seemed to disappear, but the unnutritious conversation continued.

Ludwig noticed that Yegor was absent-minded, and suddenly went straight forward, "Are you here to check the result of the lottery, too?"

"Where, where."

Egor slapped haha, looking indifferent, but his eyes became more cautious:

This old guy is ten years older than himself, but he has always moved faster than himself, is extremely sensitive to the direction of the wind, and can get ahead of everything.

Even this time is no exception. As soon as he entered the door, he had already checked and was about to leave. Although I don't know what the result will be, how can such a person who has such a good face admit his intention?

He said sternly: "The drawing process is under our supervision. What will happen to you?"

"Oh?"

Ludwig glanced at him with a smile: "Why did Mr. Yegor come here late at night? Don't say that you have forgotten to take the documents. When you come to a meeting, you never bring them."

Yegol's expression became awkward again, a little bit ashamed into anger:

"Ludwig, aren't you?"

"To be honest...I just want to satisfy my curiosity."

Ludwig smiled, his pupils turned into serpentine vertical pupils under the moonlight, blinking, blinking, making Yegor feel a little surprised.

Summon factions to cultivate animality in their hearts and control monsters in battle. But at the same time reason must also be stronger. But no matter what, it will always be affected.

Because of this, the musicians of the summoning faction always have some weird habits. Rao is Ludwig and he can't avoid it.

For example, excessive curiosity.

Yegol snorted coldly. "I just want to ensure the fairness of the results."

Ludwig couldn't help but smile upon hearing Yegor's excuse:

"Egor, once humans start to talk about fairness, it means that unfair things are about to happen.

Did you notice something? "

"Don't go around in circles, Ludwig, just say it." Yegor gave him a blank look. "I hate philosophy and principle."

Ludwig spreads his hands. "I just want to say that drawing lots has never been fair."

"Do you want to say that there is a problem with the bye of the music history department? The result of the lottery is under the supervision of the three of us."

"Don't forget, this is the Requiem enchantment, even if it is a lottery, the result is controlled by the Requiem enchantment.

We can only monitor the students, but we can't do anything about the enchantment. "

"The enchantment cannot be a problem."

"Of course it's impossible. There will never be a problem with the enchantment. The problem is the person."

Ludwig said flatly. "The results of my investigation just now verified my feelings during the day.

Although I don't know much about the forbidden factions, I can still feel that the barrier has been mobilized this afternoon. A total of three times. "

"Three times?"

Yegol thought for a moment and realized that something was wrong: "If you just want to modify the result, there is no need to use the authority three times, unless..."

"Yes, there are three permissions who want to change the result of this draw at the same time."

Egor was silent, and finally felt the complexity behind this incident.

"Among the three authorities, one has the lowest authority and comes from the student union. The other authority comes from the school committee, obviously Sidney."

"This is not strange."

Egor said: "Sidney does not want to watch the music history department continue bye. And Gavin has always wanted his brother to inherit his position these days? If you want to become the chairman of the student council, the music history department is the best One of the good stepping stones."

Ludwig just chuckled. "Unfortunately, no matter what they do. They can't succeed.

Because the third permission canceled all their changes. "

"Offset?"

Egor looked at him, his eyes suspicious: "There is only one person who can offset the authority of the school committee."

"Yes, it is our principal Mr."

Ludwig wanted to laugh a little, like laughing at himself and his colleagues these days.

"What are we worrying about? The principal, I'm afraid we have dug a hole long ago and waited for us to jump in.

Egor, I'm afraid you and I have been tricked by the principal's guys. "

He patted Yegor on the shoulder and saw a wry smile on the face of this old friend. Yegor sighed and gave up the urge to continue inquiring.

If the investigation continues, it will only intensify the already tit-for-tat contradiction between the school committee and the principal.

It's just that he doesn't understand. What is the reason for the principal to confront the school committee on such a trivial matter?

"You said, what exactly does he want to do?"

"Where do I know."

Ludwig lowered his head and slowly stuffed his pipe with tobacco. Thinking of what happened during the day, he couldn't help but laugh at himself:

"I have lived for so many years, and sometimes I don't even know what a dog is thinking. Where can I understand what is hidden in the human heart?"

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Ye Qingxuan has slept for twenty hours. He slept so hard that he couldn't wake up no matter what he called, as if the sky was falling and the thunder could not move.

And it seems that I can continue to sleep...

After being carried back from the stadium, Ye Qingxuan was thrown on the sofa, still with the graffiti that Bai Xi scribbled casually on his face.

It's still like a wax figure, maintaining its original posture.

"Charle, can he do it?"

Bai Xi poked Ye Qingxuan in the face, as if he had found a big toy, having a great time.

On the other side of the sofa, Charles spread his hands, "I don't know either.

I was sweating for the first few hours, but now I don’t have any reaction except my heartbeat. Pupils do not respond to light stimulation. But at least there is still breathing. But fortunately, there is no other situation, it just seems to be asleep. "

"Does he have some strange disease?"

"It doesn't seem to be right. He was in good health during the entrance examination, but a little thinner." Charles paused, shaking his head and exclaiming: "Like a girl. Hey...good men should be like seniors. The mass abs is right!"

"Say it as if you have it."

Bai Xi glanced at him, "Do you want to send it to the hospital?"

"Actually. If it doesn't matter to me, let him sleep." Charles took out a bottle of wine from the cabinet, opened the bottle skillfully, sniffed the aroma, and happily Sighed:

"As the saying goes, there is wine now and now drunk, there is no other way anyway?"

Bai Xi was taken aback for a moment, "You can't just leave it alone, right?"

"Maybe he just wants to be quiet, well, don't ask me who Jingjing is. Anyway. Just let him sleep a little longer.

After playing football for so long, at least have to take a break? "

Charle lowered his head and wiped his wine glass, his eyes became emotional: "No matter how strong or powerful, people always want to escape reality.

So the saints, let alone us mortals? "

"Come on, cheers."

Charle put the wine glass into the boy's stiff hands, clinked glasses with him, and raised his head. After drinking it all, his eyes fell on Ye Qingxuan's body, which became profound and complicated. It seems to have passed through his body, looking at some unknown place:

"—I wish you an escape, boy."

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Blizzard fell from the sky and landed in Ye Qingxuan's eyes.

The sky is still empty and pale.

Snowflakes fell from the sky.

He walked barefoot in the ice and snow, his feet pierced, and the footprints left behind brought a striking red.

But afterwards, the redness gradually disappeared and was frozen in frost.

He fucked. Raise your leg and move forward, trying to find the sensation of the lower limbs. But his legs are almost numb.

Sometimes, he will look back. Looking at the long footprint that I left behind, the footprint stretched from the depths of the ice sheet, gradually being covered by snowflakes, and disappeared without a trace.

This is not like a journey of searching anymore.

This is a long escape.

In the cold wind, there were broken snowflakes, and the ice crystals collided with each other, and they made a fine and faint sound.

Countless sounds come and go, like rain. But in that ‘rainwater’, there were hoarse voices singing inexplicable songs. The singing is always far and near, making people unrealistic and lagging behind.

But until the end, the singing disappeared. In the silence, only laughter reverberated.

Laughing.

Ye Qingxuan lowered his eyes and looked at his frozen and cracked feet. There was no sensation on his toes with cocked nails, only dark red frozen blood marks.

So familiar.

Really familiar.

This may be my own feet. When he looked at his feet carefully for the first time, it looked like this.

The numbness and paleness, with a trace of dull pain piercing into the bone, reminded him that the long journey was not over yet, and let him know that he was still alive.

At that time, there was snow like this in the sky, but there was still flames burning behind.

Yes, the light of the flame.

He covered his forehead in pain, and didn't dare to think about it anymore, but the memories had awakened, like a haunted ghost, pulling him, asking him to look back at his past.

The forgotten past.

On this pale icefield, Ye Qingxuan saw fragments of memory constantly emerging.

In those fragments there are those people's contemptuous eyes, the dilapidated wooden house, and a gentle voice.

"Little Leaf..."

She whispered in her ear, "Little Ye Zi, are you back?"

"Shut up!"

The teenager growled hoarsely, covering his ears. But the faint strand of blond hair drifted past my eyes, like an illusion, fleeting, with a hint of nostalgic fragrance.

"Don't be afraid."

Her voice came again, from the bottom of my heart: "Little Leaf, don't be afraid."

Don’t be afraid, don’t be afraid, don’t be afraid, don’t be afraid...

The voices reverberated constantly, overlapping together, one after another. The whole world seemed to comfort him gently.

But that kind of voice will only make him feel terrified.

He yelled angrily.

So the sounds disappeared, as if nothing happened.

There was only a whistling sound in the wind, and he saw the snow under his feet being reddened by the fire light behind him.

Behind him, something was burning.

Burning.

Ye Qingxuan was startled, he stood stiffly in place. Don't dare to look back. But there is a smell of wood being burned. It's a wooden house, right?

The wooden house being lit, the wooden house being burned. The collapsed wooden house, that one...

He looked back sluggishly. Looking at the faintly acquainted wooden house, and the phantom.

The phantom was in the flames, staring at him quietly, his eyes were compassionate and gentle, just looking at it made people feel sad.

"Little Leaf, don't be afraid."

The sad whisper in the deep memory came in the wind, which made Ye Qingxuan lower his head in silence. Gritting his teeth, trying to disperse it.

But there is nothing he can do.

Charle's voice seemed to be ringing again, right in his ears.

He said, "Fire is pain."

Ye Qingxuan was stunned, couldn't help but want to laugh, and laughed at himself: It turned out that he had escaped for so long and worked so hard, but only went around a big circle, and finally returned here.

"It turned out to be like this."

He raised his head. Staring at the phantom of the flame, tears were shed, "It turns out I am about to forget this memory."

Aren’t you always looking for the sun?

This is your sun. Ye Qingxuan.

This is the source of your pain.

The place where your mother died.

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"It's been so many years, so you are still here waiting for me..."

In the long silence, the young man stared at the burning wooden house. After a long time, he staggered into the wooden house.

"Mom, I'm back."

He stared at the flames engulfing him and muttered softly.

The pain of burning spread, but this painful burning made him feel at ease for a while.

It seems to have found a home.

For so many years, he has become accustomed to their existence. If there is no pain, he doesn't even know how to live.

Across the dancing red. The young man stared quietly at the vague phantom.

The Phantom stared at him too, with gentle eyes. Tenderly as in the past. In that look, Ye Qingxuan laughed, kneeling down in the ashes and flames.

After all these years, how are you doing?

I've had a good life, just like you said, without fear.

Without you, I am not afraid of anything.

"I have returned to Avalon. I am now studying at the Royal Conservatory of Music. I am looking for what my father did back then... I have not yet gone to Grandpa."

"For so many years, I have been listening to you and have never done bad things. I have some friends, Vito, Shire, Bai Xi, and some others. I would love to introduce them to you."

"..."

He lowered his head, stroked the skeleton, and murmured softly, "Sorry, I haven't seen you for so long."

The flame burned and rose, like a gentle palm stroking his face, giving him pain and life.

Ye Qingxuan closed his eyes, feeling the pain from the past, the flame of pain wiped away his tears, so gentle.

He suddenly had an urge to stay here.

How nice it is, it's so quiet and reassuring, you don't need to think about the coldness and horror of the outside world.

Stay a while, stay a while.

Stay in this warm flame, even if there is nothing but pain here...

For a long time, for a long time, the boy slowly got up and said goodbye softly.

"Mom, I am leaving."

He turned his head and glanced at the phantom in the flame one last time:

"I will miss you."

The boy walked out of the burnt wooden house. The blizzard fell in his eyes and melted. The water vapor condensed in the wind and drifted towards the sky.

It's like a sigh echoing above the sky.

He walked forward again, facing the storm and frost, embracing the white snow that pounced on him.

The staggering footsteps were branded in the snow, and gradually stretched forward.

Gradually, gradually, the young man's figure became a distant black spot, covered by the wind and snow, engulfed, and disappeared without a trace.

As if he had been sent away, Ye Qingxuan stared at that figure gradually away, and heard the dim melody from the wind and snow.

It was the sound of frost, but it turned into a piano sound, cold and sad, like a whisper.

Someone's hoarse chants are heard in the wind.

"I saw three suns in the sky. I watched them for a long time. They also looked at me as if they didn’t want to leave.

But yeah, none of you are my sun.

I used to have three suns, but the two I love the most have nowhere to go..."

It's like a long dream is finally over.

In the hoarse singing, Ye Qingxuan felt that he had dissipated, melted into the cold wind, and turned into frost.

He was ascending, ascending, ascending again, passing through wind and snow, icy clouds, and gradually moving away from the earth.

In the snowy field, the burnt wooden house also disappeared.

Ye Qingxuan closed his eyes and waited for the end of this dream world.

If the world without sorrow is like this, then it would be better to have a sad world, right?

At least, there is still you in this world.

At least, so I will remember you.

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Goodbye, mom.

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At dawn, Ye Qingxuan woke up from his dream.

The morning light illuminates his eyes.

He was sitting on the sofa and saw the wine glass that appeared in his hand for unknown time. The spirits in the wine glass reflected a phantom sun.

He laughed, raised his glass, and drank the "fulcrum" he had been searching for.

Strong wine entered his throat, like a flame, which brought him the pain of alive, and made him happily **.

On his knees, the sleeping girl was awakened, rubbing her confused eyes, raising her head to look at him:

"Cousin, are you awake?"

"En." Ye Qingxuan rubbed her hair: "I woke up, you are so sorry~ IndoMTL.com~ Bai Xi looked at him and asked softly after a long time:

"Did you cry?"

"No." Ye Qingxuan smiled: "Why are you crying? I just remembered something."

Bai Xi looked at him in silence, and stopped worrying after seeing his smile. He fell back on his knees again, found a comfortable position, closed his eyes, and fell asleep.

Her white hair has grown for some time, and it is splattered on the sofa, like silk. Ye Qingxuan looked at her sleeping, with a smile at the corner of her mouth, and couldn't help reaching out and squeezing her face.

It must be a beautiful dream.

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After writing this chapter, the whole person feels a little prostration. Let me ask for a day off and think about the next plot. (To be continued)