A private room with three men sitting at a round table. They are: Yechen Xuan, Death, and Qingyufeng.

The three men sat there with serious faces. There was a large table of food, and no one moved.

"Is there any news from His Highness?" Ye Chenxuan sat there without smiling, the expression on his face was not very good.

"Your Highness has been meeting with Xingchen frequently lately, and there seems to be something secretly moving. ”

Qing Yufeng reported to Yechen Xuan what he had noticed in the past few days.

Yechenxuan is not a fool, he has his brother's eyeliner by his side, and of course his brother has his eyeliner by his side. Qing Yufeng is the eye he arranged in Ye Yingchen.

"And this plan involves Deira, the stars... And Your Highness. ”

Hearing this, Yechen Xuan sneered: "Sure enough, it's as I expected." My brother still couldn't help but attack me. ”

Yechenxuan and Yeyingchen are not even good brothers in face. On the contrary, the number of times the two met was surprisingly small, but the battle in the secret did not decrease due to the very few meetings.

It's just that these Chinese New Year's Eve wins have not been ruthless against Ye Chenxuan, and have been in a state of warning.

For example, Yechenxuan, who was young and frivolous, was angered by his brother. Just as he was about to take the case and file a complaint with his father.

It will always be discovered in advance by the smart brother. Then he sent someone to beat him up and give him a simple warning. His face was broken, his nose was blue and his face was swollen, and he had to go back to his room to rest. I can't sue anymore, because it's no longer clear.

Another example is Yechen Xuan's secret training of dead soldiers, and Ye Yingchen also tried to stop it. He called his deacon over and taught death a good lesson.

At that time, Yechenxuan was young, and his internal strength was not very strong. Seeing the Grim Reaper's blue nose and swollen face come back, not to mention how angry he was. Alas, it's all tears.

But even so, Yechen Xuan still insisted on cultivating his own army of dead soldiers. Because I have been angry with my brother all the year round, I am so aggrieved......

And Ye Yingchen didn't stop his actions much, because he already had a royal army at that time......

(Gongsun Dada: I feel like I'm telling a joke.) ）

The brothers obviously haven't seen each other a few times, but the small actions behind their backs are endless (laughing and crying, laughing and crying)

Thinking about it now, Yechenxuan is still very angry, but now he is a little more mature than before, and he can control his urge to slap the table when he is angry.

The strong internal force is poured into the wooden table, and you can imagine what will happen to this poor table......

Chen Xuan came back from the concert hall last night, and he was thinking about the strange things along the way. As soon as Xingchen saw that his goal had been achieved, he didn't pester him, and left with interest.

"I said why you asked me to listen to music inexplicably, and it turned out that this was the plan. ”

Thinking of this night, Yingchen smiled disdainfully, and really sneered at his brother's behavior.

"I didn't expect my brother to be more and more naïve now, and he would actually send a woman to his brother. ”

The clever Yechen Xuan only had to think about it to understand the truth. The gap in thinking is so terrible, those who are diligent in thinking, think about it and know the answer.

And those who are waiting for an answer, even if they come up with an answer, feel that it is not what they want.

"Della is the person sent to me by His Highness, as for what he is here for, I have to see again. "Yechen Xuan.

"What?"

"What?" Death.

These Chinese New Year's Eve Victory Methods can be regarded as endless, and the reason why they succeed every time is definitely a surprise! Otherwise, Qing Yufeng and the God of Death would not be so surprised.

"Don't look at me with your surprised face, looking upset. ”

Ye Chenxuan, who was already on fire, looked at the two surprised people in front of him, and his expression was even more disgusted.

This was a surprise to Qingyufeng and the Grim Reaper, but for him, they were all used to it. Because his struggle with his brother had begun long before they came.

"What's so strange about this, for the sake of his brother. Ye Yingchen, a cunning fox, doesn't he use enough means?"

Really, Yechenxuan was angry when he thought about it. Obviously, I have experienced a lot of things, and I can still be exploited by my brother every time!!

"But ~~ There is one thing that my subordinates are very curious about, and I don't know whether to talk about it or not. ”

Qing Yufeng asked with some amusement.

"Speak. ”

Obviously, Yechen Xuan is not in a good mood at the moment, but he still wants to hear the questions of his subordinates.

"Hehe, I'm just a little curious. How could such a wise Highness accept a girl who doesn't know the details......"

The more he talked about the green feather wind in the back, the quieter his voice became, after all, this question did not highlight the wisdom of the second highness (haha)

"Because of the music. ”

Now that he thought of this possibility, it was impossible for Yechen Xuan not to look for his own reasons. On the way back, he reviewed the bits and pieces he had spent with Deira before and after. The following conclusions were reached......

"Deira is pure about music, but not confident in other ways. I care a lot about what the other party feels or says about her. It can be said that she is a simple girl. When I first contacted her, it was because I smelled a breath of innocence and purity in her. It's a pity that it is indeed a raw melon egg without any experience. A girl who can lose herself if someone else says a few words. ”

This is Yechen Xuan's evaluation of Deira, and the feeling of being with her cannot be said to be good or bad. Yechenxuan likes pure, simple people. An Qing is that kind of person, pure as snow, with a penetrating heart, you can see the clear bottom of the lake at a glance.

In Yechenxuan's mind, An Qing is a pure representative, when he sees a clear river, he thinks of her, when he looks at the shining stars, he thinks of her, and when he plays trickling notes with Deira, he still thinks of her. Therefore, An Qing has long become synonymous with purity in Yechenxuan's heart.

He really couldn't tell how Deira felt, but the pure aura that emanated from Deira occasionally could infect him. But this information is incoherent and comes and goes.

So this is probably the reason why Della feels that Yechen Xuan is hot and cold to her. Because she wasn't the perfect ideal for Yechenxuan, and Deira wasn't a pure child.

The growth experience of not being watched made her feel inferior, although she worked very hard, and showed that she was very good in front of others. But I still can't erase the bottom of my heart, and I despise myself from the bottom of my heart.

There is a good saying: if the people around you say that you are ugly, then you will also feel that you are ugly.

Even if you don't admit it in your mouth, you will feel so in your heart. Because whether you live in darkness or drown in saliva. The views and opinions of the outside world have isolated themselves from the inside. If you are far away from yourself, you will naturally not be able to see yourself fairly. Every step you take will be a farther path away from you.

People who don't know themselves well can't make up their own minds for themselves, and they become people who don't have their own opinions. Because there is no opinion, then go and follow the advice of others. If the result is good, you will be happy, and if you fail, you will blame yourself for the original decision.

And most of this self-blame is for yourself. Because the process of blaming others is actually the process of criticizing oneself. But before the heart is strong, it is obviously impossible to let go of yourself easily.

Because of this anxiety and anxiety in her heart, Deira distanced herself from herself. If someone had stood up and corrected her when she had deviated from her inner direction, perhaps she would not have become what she is now......

But she is destined to be a poor creature that goes unnoticed. No one would stand up when she was off course, and no one would stand up now. At least now, none of the people around her who think they know her will come out to help her. Of course, who will know what will happen in the future......

Everyone who sees Dira is responsible!So she has to blacken, and she has to get revenge on those who look at her anxious and painful but don't do anything!!

One day, she will show the indifferent onlookers how powerful she is in the company of demons!!

After the performance, as soon as Deira and the child returned to the academy, they went back to their rooms. Della put the violin in the doorway and lay limply on the bed, stretching her limbs tiredly, showing a large font on the bed. Looking at the ceiling, I don't know what I'm thinking.

At this moment, Deira's eyes were very helpless, she was obviously very tired, but she still didn't want to rest. In the past half a month, the training of going out early and returning late every day finally made her stand on the stage as she wished, but why is she so helpless at the moment?

Deira wondered what was going on with her. I don't know why, I just want to cry. A voice in the back of her heart told her not to do this, to stop playing. But feeling the energy in her body after playing, she didn't want to give up anything. So the tears slid down his eyes and onto the quilt. This performance is destined to be a tribute to helplessness.

For the show that just ended, there was no doubt that it was a very successful performance. Deira's music has completely impressed all the audience present. Everyone was immersed in the notes she played, and until she was finished, the audience had not yet woken up from the melody. So it is destined to be a show without applause.

Deira stood on the stage for a moment, her eyes sweeping to the audience. I saw that the audience had different expressions, some with their eyes closed, some with their hands on their chests, some with open arms, and some still beating the rhythm with their fingers even when the music stopped. But the audience with different expressions just didn't have anyone to applaud her.

"Was my show a success or a failure?"

Deira stared helplessly at the ceiling, she was alone in the room the whole time. So the words that came out of her mouth were hidden in the air for a while.

"It's so tangled, the two voices in my heart are fighting. What should I do?"

At this time, a voice said, "Dila don't play this song anymore, it doesn't make you happy." ”

And another voice offered the opposite: "You will become an imperial superstar beyond Angle, you will be the only violinist in Nighthawk Luo!!"

"If you keep playing this piece on stage, you're going to lose more and more. The seeds of darkness will take root in your heart. Constantly getting stronger and stronger. Then you will be spurned by everyone. ”

Vocalization from the first voice. Advocate for Della to return to his own line, because he can feel that the master does not want his strength to be based on the pain of others.

"There's nothing wrong with being spurned for. Anyway, you've been nothing more than a pathetic creature that no one wants. Even being spurned by others means that you are being watched. And only when there is more and more darkness in the heart. Your energy will keep getting stronger. And that's when all the people will look up at you. They can no longer forget you, and they can no longer ignore you. ”

The second voice is the voice from the outside world. It wants to make its master stronger, and then take revenge on those who have hurt her. If you are destined not to be loved, then you don't need to force yourself to be a kind person for the sake of that slightest pity.

The two voices just fought in each other's ears. You and I are at a stalemate. I don't know how long I struggled, but Deira, who couldn't stand it, fell asleep under these two sounds.

And two voices emerge in my ears, one from the heart and the other from the outside.

Where should the tangled girl go......