Silent Crown Chapter 25: The fun is (below)

　　 "He is in our back kitchen."

　　 The supervisor's answer slashed Sidney's face like a machete, and then he made another knife: "Well, when I went to see it just now, it seemed that I was still washing the pot."

　　 After the supervisor hesitated for a while, he interceded softly: "He works very hard, sir, if you offend, please don't blame him."

　　 In the silence, Maxwell was stunned, Mary was stunned, and Sidney was stunned.

　　 "The hospitality of the college is a bit special."

　　 After a long time, Mary sighed faintly: "Fortunately, I haven't received a recommendation letter from my uncle, otherwise I would be sent to wash the dishes? I'm really curious to think about it. After all, I have never done that. Things..."

　　 is obviously a gentle tone, but Sidney's face is white.

　　 "Life really always gives me unexpected surprises."

　　 Maxwell chuckled and laughed: "Don't be angry, your highness, let's go. Let's see our guest who was kicked out...what is going on in the back kitchen?"

　　 Sidney was taken aback, and hurriedly ran after him.

　　He kept wiping cold sweat along the way, praying that no strange moths would happen. But just near the back kitchen, he heard an unexpected sound.

　　 It's a tune of chaotic symphony.

　　 The clashing sound of utensils, the friction of ironware, and the sound of beating on the floor gathered together. Dozens of sounds were disorderly overlapped in the same place, but it was revealed that... it revealed the song "March" just now. "The tune? !

　　 Maxwell stopped and stared in surprise at the crowd gathered in front of the back kitchen. They were twisting, swaying, singing vaguely, immersed in this mundane music.

　　 "What does this mean again?"

　　 He laughed softly, surprised and surprised.

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　　 First, it was the knocking of a table knife on the lid of the bowl, and the crisp sound echoed in the night breeze like a bell was struck. With familiar rhythm and breath, but it is full of a paradoxical strange feeling.

　　 As the tune climbed, the sound of the clashing dishes was inserted into the rhythm, as if an invisible handyman was pushing the circling and beating notes hard, making it climb higher. A dog was roaring noisily, but the frowning roar was now integrated into the rhythm, and turned into the rhythm and drum beat of the tune.

　　 This is no longer the artistic conception of rain in the original tune, but something rougher and more mundane, like a reveler’s foot on the ground, and the stomping sound is dense, like raindrops.

　　 On the streets of 　　 Carnival, cheers chanted, raised their hats and threw them into the sky. So the hats of various colors fell in an endless stream, fluttering in the rolling wind. Immediately afterwards, cheers burst the embankment and swept past like a flood.

　　 Those high-pitched emotions echoed in the air, and the shadows of the lights swayed with the rhythm, as if the firelight was also overwhelmed and hijacked by the carnival tune!

　　 But at the most critical moment, the cheering tune paused, revealing a fatal flaw, making Maxwell frowned: There shouldn’t be a pause here, it should continue, continue...not expose the fatal Come empty!

　　 But in the next instant, an extremely sharp and loud noise came out!

　　bang! boom! boom!

　　 Break the barriers, break the convention!

　　 is clearly struggling to beat the iron pan, but the sound is like thunder, resounding in everyone's ears.

　　 This is the beginning of the carnival!

　　 The night wind suddenly became hot too, unable to swallow the lungs, the heavy burning sensation filled the chest like a rock, and the blood was hot, roaring and cheering.

　　 Reason and emotion are drawn into this frenetic atmosphere, like a flame burning in the wind.

　　 Cheers, go ahead, Angelu!

　　 This is not a gradual progress made mechanically, but a repetition that is impossible to evaluate!

　　 broke the inherent pattern, but pushed this weird rhythm to a comparable height. The technique is rough and frowning, but the effect is incredibly good!

　　Maxwell's pace quickened, pushing away the crowd, only to see the teenager indulging in front of the sink.

　　 He is holding the knife and fork in both hands, and stepping on the bottom of a black pot under his feet. If no one else is playing this difficult tune, he is intoxicated by the rhythm.

　　 beside him, the big golden retriever dog with the sausage in his mouth yelled excitedly, with a fork tied to his tail, and hit the lid of the pot when it flicked back and forth, turning it into crisp and sharp Treble.

　　In the back kitchen, the waiter and the cooking ladies clapped and cheered, clawing their hands and dancing for him, singing to the melody. It's not like a dignified academy, but a carnival tavern.

　　 Everyone is drunk, so in the light of candlelight, they all have a drunken red smile on their faces.

　　 "Did I misheard it?"

　　 Maxwell sighed softly. He felt that he had encountered a hallucination, like seeing his political opponent in a long cancan dance dress, blowing and kissing all the way from King’s Road.

　　 "Seeing him playing his own tunes like this, I am afraid that **** Bach will regret sending this letter of recommendation, right?"

　　 But in the incredible astonishment and absurdity, he couldn't help but want to applaud, and then he did not hesitate to applaud!

　　 The girl looked at him in surprise, but in her gaze, the old man whistled excitedly:

　　"——Oh, there is no way, but I like this tune so much!!"

　　 In the cheers, the high-pitched tune was played, pushing forward endlessly. Ripples and whirls in the air, and all the dishes tremble in this resonance. The incomparable sense of power and indulgence fills the air, and it also brings the invigoration after a broken can.

　　 incisively and vividly!

　　 Until the end, the iron pot under the foot finally couldn't withstand the violent blow. After the last high-pitched note, a tragic gap was opened.

　　The music ends here.

　　The sudden carnival came to an end, and the crowd broke out with roaring cheers and applause, almost awakening the entire sleeping college.

　　 In the noisy sound, Maxwell clapped his hands gently and looked at the bewildered girl.

　　 "There are new surprises every day."

　　 He smiled and said, "This is the joy of life, Your Highness."

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　　 In the crowd, Ye Qingxuan was surrounded by excited chefs and attendants.

　　"Where did you learn this set? You are almost catching up with the masters of musicians."

　　 The chef squeezed Ye Qingxuan's face excitedly.

　　 "Well, my father taught me in a place called Hawaii."

　　The white-haired boy wiped the sweat from his head, panting and put down the rolling pin in his hand. Immediately after he heard a crisp sound, the crack spread rapidly on the iron pan under his feet, and then completely turned into two halves...

　　 "Uh, sorry, I broke your pot."

　　 He picked it up suddenly a little embarrassed: "This... don't you need to pay?"

　　"Good goods shipped from Manchester, the materials are special. I think it is very valuable."

Beside 　　, someone shook his head: "This kind of pot usually costs about 5,000 yuan, right?"

　　 "Do you open a black shop? A pot is more expensive than a carriage!"

　　 Ye Qingxuan is dumbfounded.

　　 He now hates why he has so little hands and used so much force.

　　 But the crowd was silent, and everyone looked at the laughing old man behind him in a daze. The old man bent down and picked up half of the pot, stretched out his hand and flicked flexibly on it, his voice was crisp and sweet in the silence.

　　 "That's right, it's a black shop, an only super black shop in Anglo."

　　"Dean..."

　　 Someone in the crowd whispered.

　　 Maxwell smiled: "However, looking at the face of the march that you ruined so badly, I won't charge you the money for this pot."

　　 finished, he patted the boy on the shoulder and motioned for him to come with him.

　　 Before going out, he turned around and said to the others in the house: "Gentlemen and ladies, I am deeply touched by everyone’s love for music today. Since everyone is a music lover, then the school’s You can come and listen to the practice class. But remember, you have to finish the work."

　　 There was silence among the sluggish crowd.

　　 "Then, goodbye, ladies and gentlemen."

　　 Finally, Maxwell waved his hand gracefully and closed the door for the stunned school staff.

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　　In the quiet tree-lined walkway, Maxwell looked at the boy, watched it over and over, and watched his dog several times. It wasn't until Ye Qingxuan was all hairy that he sighed while pinching his chin.

　　 "I really don't understand why that guy would write you a recommendation letter anyway." He shook his head and exclaimed, "Did he owe you a lot of money?"

　　 "He? Who?"

　　 Ye Qingxuan asked subconsciously: "Mr. Wolfflute? I helped him a little bit."

　　"Wolf flute? Ah, I remember him. Haha, the shame of the academy back then, but I liked him a lot. Then I heard that after he dropped out, I didn’t know where he went... Well, it turned out that way. ."

　　 Maxwell suddenly understood something, nodded, and then asked: "Your name?"

　　"Ye Qingxuan." The white-haired boy answered honestly, pointing to the dog beside him: "It's Old Fei."

　　 Old Fei squatted beside him, lowering his head and gnawing on the sausage. He only rolled his eyes when he saw Maxwell's eyes, arrogant and cold. Ye Qingxuan was particularly ashamed.

　　 Maxwell also has a bit of remnant: "Age?"

　　 "Seventeen."

　　"It’s not the age of enrollment, but that’s okay. Anyway, do you have a letter of recommendation."

　　 Maxwell hammered his palms: "Let’s do it, remember to take the exam tomorrow. If you pass the exam, come to school. But remember to pay the full tuition. After all, I am quite short of money recently." /

　　 He said to himself, and then saw the boy's expression change drastically, from shock to shock, and then to ecstasy.

　　 "Exam? Can I take the exam?"

　　 Ye Qingxuan pulled him almost impolitely: "Entrance exam? Are you lying to me?"

　　 "That's right." Maxwell nodded naturally: "If it weren't because I couldn't work as the chief examiner, you wouldn't even have to take the exam."

　　 "Yes, exams, exams." Ye Qingxuan muttered in a low voice, and was about to dance with excitement: "As long as I pass the exam, I can enter the academy and become a musician..."

　　 "Ahem, I can't guarantee becoming a musician, I only charge the tuition."

　　 Maxwell said such bad words indifferently, but Ye Qingxuan was already completely inaudible. He danced wildly in ecstasy, hugged Old Fei and laughed, and then ran to wonder where he was excited...

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　　 Watching the boy cheer and leave, Maxwell laughed too.

　　 "It's nice to be young and full of vigor."

　　 Ye Dew was heavy, he coughed twice, and looked to his side: "His Royal Highness, what do you think?"

　　Mary added a white shawl to the night breeze. In the faint light of the street lamp, she looked dazed in grace. After a long time, she slowly shook her head: "I don't like him. Uncle's intentions, I can't figure it out."

　　 "It's just because you haven't received your uncle's recommendation letter, right?" Maxwell saw through everything: "Only at this time did I feel that Your Highness is really a little girl."

　　 Mary was vaguely irritated, and gave him a look: "Mr. Dean, should I cure the crime you offended?"

　　"Ahaha, just treat it as my old man's nonsense. Please also let me go. After all, there have been more people attacking me recently, which really makes me a headache."

　　"Do you still worry about this?"

　　"Worry naturally, I still have to worry about it. After all, the Secretary of State seems to have been moved, and I want to change the headmaster~IndoMTL.com~ So the power struggle is really annoying. The position of an examiner must be aristocratic and The musicians actually have to take turns to do it...every time I feel that Angelu is really getting more and more hopeless if he gets caught up in this way. I think Angelu wants to..."

　　 "President, you seem to be saying something you shouldn't say again."

　　The girl sullenly reminded: "Do I have to remind you of my other purpose tonight?"

　　 "Ahem, I know, I know."

　　 Maxwell shrugged: "I know what you are here tonight. I know it's hard to do with your majesty. I'll go out to avoid the limelight. Well, it just so happens that I have a new wine in Wellington's winery. I want to try it. Good.

　　 It's a pity that I missed the dinner of the Yunlou Princess. I have been looking forward to the oriental beauties. "

　　 got his assurance, and the girl’s sullen expression dissipated a bit: "Dean, you are willing to sympathize with the mother's hard work, and I think my mother will also feel comforted. I am worthy of my trip tonight."

　　 She bends down slightly, saying goodbye. Before leaving, I saw the cheering young man on the street in the distance, with pity in his eyes.

　　 She asked: "Dean, although I don’t know how he can get his uncle’s recommendation letter. But do you think that qualifications like him can really pass the test?"

　　 "For this, I think it may not be impossible."

The Dean 　　 smiled mysteriously: "The older people are, the more they like to remember, that kid... I always think he is very similar to a person. If that is the case, he is at least worth looking forward to."

　　 "After all, miracles are also one of the joys of life."