Late at night, at the Royal Academy of Music, in the main building, two figures met unexpectedly. When they found out about each other, they were a little embarrassed.

"Good evening, Mr. Yegor. ”

Ludwig, who was the first to walk down the steps, opened his mouth to greet him, and Yegor, who had just entered the door, hurriedly returned the salute.

After some pleasantries, the awkward atmosphere seems to disappear, but the unnutritious conversation continues.

Ludwig noticed that Yegor was absent-minded, and suddenly went straight in, "Are you also here to check the results of the lottery?"

"Where, where. ”

Yegor snorted, looking unconcerned, but his eyes became cautious:

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

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

He said with a straight face: "The lottery process is under our supervision, what accidents will there be?"

"Oh?"

Ludwig glanced at him with a smile: "Then what is Mr. Yegor doing here late at night? Don't say that there are documents and forget to get such nonsense, when you come to the meeting, you never bring documents." ”

Yegor's expression became embarrassed again, and he was a little annoyed:

"Ludwig, aren't you too?"

"Honestly...... I'm just trying to satisfy my curiosity. ”

Ludwig smiled, and his eyes turned into serpentine vertical pupils in the moonlight, blinking, blinking, making Yegor's heart slightly abrupt.

The summoning faction cultivates the beast nature in the heart and controls the demon to fight. But at the same time, reason must also be stronger. But either way, there will always be some repercussions.

Because of this, the musicians of the summoning faction always have some quirky fetishes, and Ludwig is not exempt from vulgarity.

For example, excessive curiosity.

Yegor snorted coldly, "I'm just trying to ensure the fairness of the result." ”

Yegor's justification was heard. Ludwig couldn't help but laugh:

"Yegor, once human beings start talking about fairness, then it means that unfair things are going to happen.

Did you perceive something?"

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

Ludwig spread his hands, "I just wanted to say that there is such a thing as a lottery." It's never been fair. ”

"You want to say that there is a problem with the bye of the music history department? The lottery results are under the supervision of the three of us. ”

"Don't forget, this is the Requiem Enchantment, even if it is a draw, the result is under the control of the Requiem Enchantment.

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

"There's no way something could go wrong with the barrier. ”

"Of course not, there will never be a problem with the barrier, it's just people who will have a problem. ”

Ludwig said lightly. "The results of my survey just now validated my daytime sensing.

I don't know much about the Forbidden Faction, but I can still feel it this afternoon. The enchantment was mobilized, three times in total. ”

"Three times?"

Yegor thought for a moment and realized that something was wrong: "If you just want to modify the result, you don't need to use the permission three times, unless you ......"

"That's right, there are three authorities who want to change the result of the draw this time. ”

Yegor was silent. Finally feel the complexity behind this incident.

"Of the three permissions, one has the lowest privilege, from the student union. One authority came from the school committee, apparently Sidney. ”

"It's not surprising. ”

Yegor said: "Sidney doesn't want to see the music history department continue to have a bye, and hasn't Gavin always wanted his younger brother to succeed him these days? The Department of Music History is one of the best stepping stones. ”

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

Because the third permission negates all of their changes. ”

"Offset?"

Yegor looked at him with a suspicious look in his eyes: "There is only one person who can neutralize the authority of the school committee." ”

"Yes, it's our headmaster. ”

Ludwig wanted to laugh a little, as if he were laughing at himself and his colleagues these days.

"What are we in a hurry about? Headmaster, I'm afraid we've already dug a hole and waited for us to jump in.

Yegor, I'm afraid you and I have been tricked by the headmaster's guys. ”

He patted Yegor on the shoulder, and saw a wry smile on the old friend's face. Yegor sighed, giving up the urge to continue the question.

If the investigation continues, it will only exacerbate the already-for-tat conflict between the school committee and the principal.

It's just that he doesn't understand, what is the reason for the principal to work against the school committee on such a trivial matter?

"What do you say, what does he want to do?"

"I don't know. ”

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

"I've lived for so many years, and sometimes I don't even know what a dog is thinking, how can I understand what is hidden in people's hearts?"

Ye Qingxuan has been sleeping for twenty hours, sleeping so deeply that he can't wake up no matter how he screams, as if the sky is falling and the thunder can't move.

And it looks like I can continue to sleep again......

After being carried back from the arena, Ye Qingxuan was thrown on the sofa, and there were still graffiti scribbled by Bai Xi on his face.

It's like a wax figure, and it's in its original position.

"Charles, can he do it?"

Bai Xi poked Ye Qingxuan's face, as if he had found a big toy, and had a lot of fun.

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

I was sweating for the first few hours, and now I don't have any reaction except my heartbeat. Pupils do not respond to light stimuli. But at least there is breathing. But fortunately, there is nothing else, it seems that he is just asleep. ”

"Is there some strange disease in him?"

"It doesn't seem right, he was in good health at the time of the entrance examination, but he was a little thinner. Charles paused, shook his head and sighed, "Like a girl." Ay...... A good man should be like a senior brother, with eight-pack abs!"

"Say it as if you have it. ”

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

"Actually, if I want to say that it doesn't matter, let him sleep. Charles pulled out a bottle of wine from the cupboard. Skillfully opened the bottle, smelled the wine, and sighed happily:

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

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

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

After playing football for so long, at least take a half-time break, right?"

Charles bowed his head. Rubbing his wine glass, his eyes became emotional: "No matter how strong and powerful you are, there will always be times when people want to escape from reality."

And so it is with the saints, let alone us mortals?"

"Here, cheers. ”

Charles shoved the glass into the boy's stiff hand, clinking glasses with him, and tilting his head. drank it all, and his eyes fell on Ye Qingxuan's body. It became profound and complex, as if through his shell, looking at some unknown place:

"--I wish you the best of luck, young man. ”――

The blizzard fell from the sky and landed in Ye Qingxuan's pupils.

The sky was still empty and pale.

Snowflakes fell from the sky.

He walked barefoot in the snow and ice. The soles of the feet were punctured, leaving a striking red in the footprints.

But later, the red color gradually disappeared, and it was frozen in frost.

He gasped and lifted his legs forward. I tried to find the sensation in my lower limbs, but my legs were numb.

Sometimes, he would look back and look at the long trail he had left behind, stretching from the depths of the ice field and gradually disappearing into the snowflakes.

It doesn't feel like a search for anything anymore.

It was a long escape.

In the cold wind, there were broken snowflakes, and those ice crystals collided with each other, making a small and subtle sound.

Countless voices came and went, like rain. But in the 'rain', there was a hoarse voice singing an inexplicable song. The song is far away and sometimes close, so that people can't really hear it, and they can't catch up.

But at last, the song was gone, and in the silence, only laughter echoed.

Jeer.

Ye Qingxuan lowered his eyes and looked at his frozen and cracked feet, there was no feeling on the toes with his nails upturned, only dark red frozen blood marks.

It's familiar.

It's really familiar.

Maybe it's your own feet. The first time he took a serious look at his feet, it looked like that.

Numb, pale, and tingling with a dull ache that pierced into his bones, it reminded him that the long journey was not over, and let him know that he was still alive.

At that time, it was snowing in the sky, but there was still a flame burning behind it.

That's right, the light of the flame.

He covered his forehead in pain, not daring to think about it again, but those memories had awakened, like haunting ghosts, pulling him to look back at his past.

Those forgotten pasts.

On this pale ice field, Ye Qingxuan saw that fragments of memory were constantly emerging.

There were disdainful glances in those shards, ruined wooden houses, and a gentle voice.

"Little Leaf ......"

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

"Shut up!"

The boy growled hoarsely and covered his ears. But the dull blonde hair floated past his eyes, like an illusion, fleeting, with a trace of memorable fragrance.

"Don't be afraid. ”

Her voice came again, from the bottom of her 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 and reverberated continuously, overlapping and resounding one after another. The whole world seemed to be comforting him gently.

But that sound only frightened him.

He roared angrily.

And so, the voices were gone, as if nothing had happened.

There was only a whistling sound in the wind, and he saw the snow beneath his feet reflected red by the fire behind him.

Behind him, something was burning.

in burning.

Ye Qingxuan was stunned, and he stood stiffly in place. Don't dare to look back. But there was a smell of wood being burned, was it a wooden house?

The wooden house that was set on fire, the wooden house that was burning, the wooden house that collapsed, the wooden house......

He looked back blankly at the humble wooden house he vaguely knew. And that 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. ”

There was a sad murmur from the depths of his memory in the wind, which made Ye Qingxuan bow his head in silence and grit his teeth, wanting to dispel it.

But there was nothing he could do.

Charles's voice seemed to sound again. Right in your ear.

He said, "Flame is pain." ”

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

"I see. ”

He looked up. Gazing at the apparition of the flame, tears flowed. "I almost forgot this memory. ”

Haven't you been looking for the sun?

This is your sun, Ye Qingxuan.

This is the source of your pain.

Where Your Mother Died-

"After so many years, it turns out that you are still here waiting for me......"

In the long silence, the boy stared at the burning wooden house, and after a long time, staggered into the wooden house.

"Mom. I'm back. ”

He stared at the flames that engulfed him and muttered softly.

The pain of burning spread, but this painful burning made him feel a sense of peace of mind.

It's like finding a place to belong.

Over the years, he had become accustomed to their presence, if there was no pain. He didn't even know how to live anymore.

Through the dancing crimson, the boy stared silently at the vague phantom.

The apparition stared at him too, his eyes gentle, as if they were in the past. In that kind of look, Ye Qingxuan laughed and knelt in the ashes and flames.

After all these years, are you okay?

I'm doing well, like you said, not afraid.

Without you, I'm not afraid of anything.

"I'm back in Avalon, I'm studying at the Royal Academy of Music, I'm looking for what my father did...... I haven't gone to my grandfather's yet. ”

"I've listened to you for so many years and haven't done anything bad. I had some friends, Vito, Charles, and Shirashi, and a few others. I would love to introduce them to you. ”

“......”

He lowered his head, stroked the skeleton, and whispered, "I'm sorry I haven't seen you for so long." ”

The flames burned and rose, like gentle palms caressing his face, giving him pain and life.

Ye Qingxuan closed his eyes, feeling the pain brought by the past, and the flames of pain wiped away his tears, so gentle.

He suddenly felt the urge to stay here.

It's so nice to be here, so quiet and reassuring, you don't have to think about the coldness and horror of the outside world.

Stay a little longer, stay a little longer.

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

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

"Mom, I'm leaving. ”

He looked back and took one last look at the phantom in the flames:

"I'm going to miss you. ”

The boy walked out of the burned wooden house, and the blizzard fell in his eyes, melting, and the water vapor condensed in the wind and drifted to the sky.

It was like a sigh echoing above the heavens.

He walked forward again, facing the storm and frost, embracing the flying white snow that rushed towards him.

The stumbling footsteps were imprinted in the snow, gradually extending forward.

Gradually, gradually, the figure of the teenager turned into a distant black spot, obscured by the wind and snow, engulfed, and disappeared without a trace.

As if he had sent himself away, Ye Qingxuan stared at the back and gradually moved away, and listened to the gloomy melody coming from the wind and snow.

It was the sound of frost and freezing, but it turned into the sound of a piano, cold and sad, like a murmur in my ears.

Who's hoarse chant came from the wind.

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

But you are not my sun.

Once upon a time I had three suns, but the two I loved the most were gone......"

It's like a long dream is finally over.

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

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

In the snowfield, the burned wooden houses have also disappeared.

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

If this were the case with a world without sadness, would it be better to be a sadder world?

At least, there are still you in such a world.

At least, then I'll remember you.

Goodbye, Mom-

At dawn, Ye Qingxuan woke up from his dream.

The early morning light illuminated his eyes.

He sat on the couch and saw the wine glass in his hand appear at some point, and the spirits in the glass reflected an illusory sun.

He smiled, raised his glass, and drank the 'fulcrum' he had been looking for.

The liquor entered his throat, like a flame, and brought him the pain of life, and made him let out a cheerful **.

On his knees, the sleeping girl was awakened, rubbed her confused eyes, and looked up at him:

"Cousin, are you awake?"

"Yes. Ye Qingxuan rubbed her hair: "Wake up, you're really sorry." ”

Bai Xi looked at him, and after a long time, asked softly:

"Are you crying?"

"No, I don't. Ye Qingxuan smiled: "Why are you crying? I just remembered something." ”

Bai Xi looked at him silently, and after seeing his smile, he was no longer worried. Lying back on his knees, finding a comfortable position, closing his eyes, and falling asleep.

Her gray hair had grown long and spilled on the couch like silk. Ye Qingxuan looked at her sleeping appearance, and the smile on the corner of his mouth, and couldn't help but reach out and pinch her face.

It must be a dream.

After this chapter was written, the whole person was a little prostration, let me take a day off and think about the rest of the plot. (To be continued......)