Silent Crown Chapter 352: For his mother’s world
Up to here, there are no other words.
This is Ye Lanzhou's last notes and essays.
For the sake of this world, for the sake of morality, perhaps also for saving mankind, for some other noble things... From beginning to end, I never mentioned my wife and son.
"It turns out...It's really you..."
For a long time, for a long time, Ye Qingxuan silently closed the note: "It turned out to be you."
In the dim light, he leaned on the carriage chair and closed his eyes weakly.
"This world?"
What are you doing for this world?
Silent, the notes were shattered by the ether and fell on the ground, like snow swelling.
In the ripples of anger and music theory, the chaotic aftermath spreads and the nature interferes.
The fluttering snow powder ignited silently, and the dim sparks fluttered and disappeared into the world.
Ye Qingxuan stared at the bleak sparks and whispered softly:
"——Go to·you·mother’s world!"
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A long time ago, Ye Qingxuan heard a joke: a peasant woman went to the city and bought a basket of eggs to go home. Because she was good-looking, she met a group of gangsters who molested her and wanted to drag her into the woods. .
The peasant woman resisted death and burst out with a powerful force, fighting with the gangsters. The gangsters were shocked by her integrity, kneeling in shame and expressing their evil thoughts, and begging for forgiveness.
"What a big deal."
The peasant woman patted the soil on her body disdainfully, she said:
"I thought you were going to grab my eggs."
For so many years, Ye Qingxuan has wandered in this world, homeless, and lost so many things. He loved his mother in his heart and hated Ye Lanzhou.
But he always felt that Ye Lanzhou had difficulties.
He must have a reason for doing this.
He might be to protect this family.
Perhaps to get rid of the fate of Ye's dragon blood. Perhaps it is because of the persecution and conspiracy of the Hundred Eyes. Maybe it’s for some other unpredictable secret...
So he had to do it.
Ye Qingxuan washed the floor in his heart for more than ten years.
As a result, Ye Lanzhou told him: I did this for this egg.
So funny.
Go·you·mum·’s eggs.
Go to·you·mum·Ye Lanzhou!
This world is so indifferent and so ugly, as if it is snowing forever, walking barefoot in it, and I feel heart-wrenching cold every step of the way.
There are so many people who should love it more, should guard it, and sacrifice something for him.
But even if the top 100 people are dead, you will definitely not be in your turn!
You love the world so much, but the world does not love you.
It's ironic.
It's a pity.
Ye Qingxuan only thinks that his life is extremely funny, like a joke. It took more than ten years of effort to come here and found the truth, only to find that Ye Lanzhou only wanted to be an unsung hero from start to finish.
Well, you go to be your unsung hero, to sacrifice heroically where no one knows.
For some reason, Ye Qingxuan suddenly wanted to go back to Ruth Town.
Perhaps, at the beginning, I should inherit the priest's position and be a respected priest and repairman in that seaside town all my life, without disasters and illnesses.
He lowered his head and stroked the holy emblem. Some missed the teacher, some missed Bai Xi and Charles, and some missed Lao Fei.
He finally made up his mind to leave here when this matter is over.
In the rest of my life, I have nothing to do with this inexplicable title, this surname, and the hero who abandoned his wife.
The carriage stopped.
Ye Qingxuan opened the door.
"Thanks, wolf flute, this time I owe you." He turned to say goodbye.
Wolf flute looked at his tired expression and shook his head slightly: "Perhaps I should have let you know."
"Nothing should or shouldn't, you have done enough for me."
Ye Qingxuan rubbed his forehead: "I'm a little sleepy today, I won't go tomorrow."
The wolf flute was taken aback, and immediately laughed.
"Congratulations. When you wake up, I'm afraid you will be a real interference-level musician."
"Wolf flute..."
The boy looked back at him with complicated eyes.
"Huh?" Wolf flute was taken aback.
"The tragedies of my life are all caused by the ether."
Ye Qingxuan laughed, full of self-deprecating: "Lola is right. If there are other options, I actually don't want to be a musician."
In the cold wind in the middle of the night, the boy turned and left.
Wolf flute silently watched his back walk into the gate of the embassy and disappear into the depths of the courtyard.
For some reason, he suddenly recalled that boy.
The white-haired boy walked into the hot sun with a smile and set foot on his own future.
The scene is vivid, as if it was not long ago.
He lowered his head, sighed softly, lit the last cigarette, and exhaled the melancholy and blue smoke in his lungs.
"Little Ye Zi, it seems that you have really grown up."
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Under the same night sky, Charles opened the window.
The cold wind blew in from the window, he breathed into his palms and rubbed his hands. In the cold wind, he struck a sharp spirit, and his sleepiness gradually dissipated.
The clock went to four o'clock.
In two or three hours, the day will dawn.
After dormant for a long time, they finally moved from the dilapidated warehouse to the hotel, but only Constantine and Charles.
The others seemed to have been secretly arranged to leave the holy city and take a boat to the colony of the New World.
The only two who stayed in the holy city.
It’s a good place to live. This villa is beautifully decorated and there is nothing missing. There is meat at every meal, and enough bread.
It's just that they are still being'protected'.
For Constantine, who was rescued from prison, the revolutionary army seemed to have difficulty re-trusting him. Even after going through several inspections, he still hasn't told him where the revolutionary army's new stronghold in the holy city is.
As Constantine's secretary and entourage, Charles naturally also suffered heavy checks.
As the Winter Veil Festival is approaching day by day, only half a month is left, and the investigation is still not progressing.
There have been several correspondences between Constantine and Gaius. Because of Constantine’s eye problems, the writing and chanting of the letters were done by Chardonnay, but they never talked about any substance. The things just cared about each other for a while.
I'm afraid, the two people also know that if you just communicate by letter, you can't solve any problems, right?
Constantine has been opposing Gaius's actions and actions in the Holy City, even if he did his best to save himself from prison.
Gaius' attitude towards him became more and more indifferent. In the last letter, there was a faint feeling of ‘self-help’, which made people feel more and more uncomfortable.
Thinking of this, Charles couldn't help sighing, looking sad.
Behind him, the bedroom door was pushed open.
"Charles?"
Constantine took off his glasses and glanced at him: "Are you still asleep?"
"Wake up and can't sleep, just open the window to change your breath."
Charle asked: "Am I the one who awakened you?"
"When people are old, they can’t sleep well, and have a little insomnia." Constantine threw the book on the table: "I flipped through the book for a while, but still couldn’t fall asleep. I found that you were not asleep, so I wanted to find it. You have a drink."
"Okay."
Charl closed the window, took a bottle of wine from the wine cabinet, and prepared something to come out. There was a prepared ice tray in the kitchen. After pouring in the water, Shire shook a little, and there was a sound of freezing inside.
"Get it done?"
Constantine looked at him at ease and freehand, and his expression was a little envious: "No matter how many times I watch it, I feel that the musician is really convenient."
"I'm still not a musician, this is just a little trick that can't be used on the stage."
Charles smiled helplessly: "When I was young, my teacher often used this technique to tease me. When I grew up, I realized that the biggest function of this technique is to make smoothie by myself without problems." /
"Then, to the great musician, cheers."
Constantine took the lead in holding up the glass, and Charles followed him and drank it.
Two people chatted trivially on a lot of topics, chatting with Constantine is a very interesting thing, you can always have a good chat.
After a few drinks, Charles became happy and wanted to take him to talk about his happy days in Avalon when he was drunk and streaked in the street.
He shivered at the thought of this.
After all, my identity is different. In case I drank too much and ran into the street habitually... I would be caught by a pervert, and it would be a mistake. But it’s cold, and it’s easy to catch a cold when running naked!
Suddenly he became more sober.
"Mr. Constantine."
He hesitated for a long time, but couldn't help but ask: "General...what kind of person is he?"
"Commander?" Constantine thought for a long time, then smiled, "You mean Gaius?"
"Yeah." Charles nodded and explained, "Uh, didn't you say that you will see the chief in two days? You know me as a person. Please check in advance to avoid saying the wrong thing. ."
Constantine seemed to understand something, and couldn't help but smile:
"Are you afraid I won't take you?"
Charle scratched his head awkwardly.
"In fact, this is not a very secret secret, and what Gaius does is actually witnessed by the world."
Constantin said lightly: "It's just that many people think he is a lunatic, and I think so too."
Charle was stunned.
He didn't expect to hear such an evaluation from Constantine's mouth.
He has always felt that Gaius and Constantine have been in a relationship for decades and have a tacit understanding and trust in each other, but he did not expect that in Constantine’s eyes, the leader of the revolutionary army, who has kept countless people awake at night, should go to hell. The criminal in China turned out to be a lunatic.
"Perhaps Gaius was once one of the most sober people in the world."
Constantin smiled, raised his head and drank: "But after being driven to an end by what he believes in, how much sanity is left?"
Charle looked at him, confused.
"You know, don't you? He is a Romulus, a people of demons."
Constantine pointed to his chest: "He is born with two hearts here, one on the left and the other on the right. Romulus believes that only heroes with fate can have them.
From the beginning of his discovery, he became an apprentice to the elders, and that was the beginning of his life's betrayal.
The wandering people desperately need a guide, and he thinks so too. Until he discovered that no matter how good he did from the inside, he couldn't save Romulus, he betrayed everyone's expectations.
He left Auschwitz, went to the holy city, and never returned until Auschwitz became ruins. "
Speaking of this, Constantine fell silent, and after a long time he said softly: "He was exhausted all his life trying to complete his mission, but in the end he was abandoned by his mission.
At first, he wanted to save his compatriots, but later, he betrayed his compatriots. Then, he was convinced of the light of the holy city, but after witnessing Ye Lanzhou's death, he was completely disappointed in the holy city. He wanted to redeem the human world, but found that the human world refused him to redeem...
Now, Gaius wants to reshape order and create a better era.
Unfortunately, he didn't seem to love him in that era. "
When talking about this, Constantine couldn't help but smile, and his smile was full of mockery: "He is such a contradictory person. Does it sound to disappoint you, Charles?"
Charle was silent for a long time, scratching his head: "It sounds like a very poor person, sir."
"Poor?"
Constantin was taken aback, and immediately couldn't help laughing: "Perhaps, because there are such poor people, the world will not be peaceful."
Charle looked at him and asked tentatively: "Then you...can't you persuade him to stop?"
"Charle, do you know? A sense of mission is a gift from the devil."
Constantine lowered his head and drank, and said faintly: "It is packaged in a high-sounding manner to conceal its vicious nature. Countless people have become crazy because of it, and will not hesitate to die.
If it is not satisfied, it will make people sleepless at night and experience the pain of suffering in hell.
I can't close my eyes even if I die.
For so many years, how many people have died of Gaius and sacrificed for him. If he stops, so many sacrifices are in vain. Do you understand, Charles. The death of so many people has become a curse, turning the sense of mission into a demon, entangled in his life.
He can't stop anymore, even if I stand in front of him. "
Shire was silent~IndoMTL.com~ Constantine looked at him sad, stretched out his hand, and roughly rubbed his hair: "With so many people in the world, why is it your turn to feel sorry for him?
Come on, Charles, let's toast him. "
He stuffed the wine glass into Charles's hand and held it high: "For Gaius, for the revolution, for his mother's world, cheers!"
Constantin raised his head, drank it, and fell into a chair drunk.
A whole bottle of spirits has been completely drunk by him.
He lay on the sofa and was drunk. As if he saw something, he smiled and chanted softly in a foreign language:
"Indegenusdurumsums,......Etdocumentsdamusquasinusoriginsnati......"
Since then, as human beings, we have been suffering, prepared for hardships, and become cold and cold, to prove the stone nature of our flesh. (To be continued.)