"He's in our back kitchen. ”

The Director's reply slashed at Sidney's face like a machete, and then added another stab: "Well, when I went to see it just now, it seemed that I was still washing the pot." ”

The supervisor hesitated for a moment, then pleaded softly: "He is very diligent in his work, sir, if there is any offense, please don't blame him." ”

In the silence, Maxwell froze, Mary froze, and Sidney froze.

"The hospital's hospitality is a bit special. ”

After a long time, Mary sighed faintly, "It's a good thing I didn't get a letter of recommendation from my uncle, otherwise I would have been sent to wash the dishes, right......?"

It was obviously a gentle tone, but Sidney's face turned white.

"Life really always surprises me with the unexpected. ”

Maxwell burst out laughing and laughed, "Don't be angry, Your Highness, let's go." Let's take a look at our guest who was driven away...... What the hell are you doing in the back kitchen?"

Sidney was stunned for a moment and hurriedly chased after him.

Along the way, he kept wiping cold sweats, praying that no strange moths would happen. But just as I was close to the back kitchen, I heard an unexpected sound.

It's a chaotic symphony of tunes.

The sound of the clashing of utensils, the grinding of iron, and the pounding of the floor all converged, and dozens of sounds overlapped in one place, but they were revealed...... Reveal the tune of the "March" just now?!

Maxwell paused, staring at the crowd gathering in front of the back kitchen. They were writhing, swaying, singing in a faint voice, immersed in the mundane music.

"What does that mean?"

He laughed softly, stunned and amazed.

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First of all, the knife was pounding on the lid of the bowl, and the crisp sound echoed in the night breeze like a bell being struck. With a familiar rhythm and atmosphere, but it is full of a strange feeling of plausibility.

As the tune climbs, the sound of dishes clashing is inserted into the rhythm, like an invisible handyman pushing the whirling and beating notes to climb higher. There was a dog barking noisily, but the original frowning roar was now integrated into the rhythm, and turned into the rhythm of the tune and the beat of the drum.

This is no longer the artistic conception of the rain in the original tune, but something more coarse and mundane, like the reveler's feet stepping on the ground, and the sound of stomping is dense, like raindrops.

On the streets of the carnival, cheerers chanted, raised their hats and threw them into the sky. So all kinds of hats fell one after another, fluttering in the wind. Immediately afterward, the cheers burst the embankment and swept through like a flood.

Those high-pitched emotions reverberated in the air, and the lights and shadows swayed with the rhythm, as if the firelight was also subdued and hijacked by the revelry tune!

But at the most critical moment, the cheering tune paused, revealing a fatal flaw, which made Maxwell frown: there should be no pause here, it should continue, continue...... Instead of exposing the deadly emptiness to come!

But in the next moment, an incomparably sharp loud noise came out of the air!

Bang! Bang!

Break the barriers, break the convention!

It was obviously struggling to beat the iron pot, but the sound was like thunder, resounding in everyone's ears.

This is the beginning of the party!

The night wind suddenly became too hot to swallow into the lungs, and a heavy burning sensation filled the chest like a rock, making people's blood hot, roaring and cheering.

Reason and emotion were pulled into the atmosphere of this frenzy, like a flame burning in the wind.

Rejoice, go forward, Anglo!

This is not a rigid progression, but a reenactment that is impossible to evaluate!

After breaking the stereotype, it pushed this weird rhythm to a comparable height. The technique is so rough that it makes people frown, but the effect is incredibly good!

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

He clutched a knife and fork in both hands, stepped on the bottom of a black pot under his feet, and reveled in the rhythm of this unattainable melody as if no one else had swayed it.

Beside him, the big golden retriever dog with the sausage in his mouth barked excitedly, and a fork was tied to his tail, which slammed into the lid of the pot as it flicked back and forth, turning into a crisp and sharp high note.

In the back kitchen, the waiters and the cooks applauded and cheered, danced for him with their hands, and sang to the melody. It doesn't look like a dignified academy anymore, but a tavern of some kind of carnival.

Everyone was drunk, so, in the light of the candles, they all had drunken red smiles on their faces.

"Did I hear me wrong?"

Maxwell sighed softly, feeling like he had hallucinated as if he had seen his political rival in a cancan dress kissing all the way down King's Road.

"Seeing him play his own tune like that, I'm afraid that bastard Bach will regret sending this letter of recommendation, right?"

But in the midst of incredible astonishment and absurdity, he couldn't help but want to applaud, and then he applauded without hesitation!

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

"-Oh, I can't help it, but I like this tune so much!!"

In the cheers, the high-pitched tune is playing, and it is never-ending to push forward. It swirled in the air, and all the dishes trembled in this resonance. An unparalleled sense of power and indulgence filled the air, with the exhilaration of a broken jar.

Vividly!

In the end, the iron pot under the feet finally could not withstand the violent blow, and after the last high-pitched note, a tragic gap opened.

This is the end of the music.

The sudden revelry came to an end, and the crowd erupted in roaring cheers and applause, almost waking up the entire sleeping academy.

In the midst of the cacophony, Maxwell clapped his hands lightly and looked at the bewildered girl.

"There are new surprises every day. ”

He smiled and said, "That's the joy of life, Your Highness." ”

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

"Where did you learn this? I'm about to catch up with those musicians. ”

The cook pinched 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 and panted and put down the rolling pin in his hand. Then he heard a crisp sound, and the crack spread rapidly on the iron pot under his feet, and then completely turned into two halves......

"Uh, sorry, ruined your pot. ”

He picked it up with some embarrassment: "This...... You don't have to pay for it, do you?"

"Good goods from Manchester, special materials. I think it's worth a lot. ”

Next to him, a person shook his head: "This kind of pot usually costs about 5,000 yuan, right?"

"Do you own a black shop? a pot sells for more than a carriage!"

Ye Qingxuan was stunned.

He was now starting to hate himself for being so cheap and using so much force.

But the crowd fell silent, and everyone looked at the smiling old man behind him in amazement. The old man bent down to pick up half of the pot, stretched out his hand and flicked it flexibly, his voice crisp and pleasant in the silence.

"That's right, it's a black shop, a super black shop that Anglo has its own. ”

"Dean'......"

Someone in the crowd whispered.

Maxwell smiled: "However, for the sake of the face of the march that you ruined to the point of being unshapely, I won't accept the money from you." ”

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

Before going out, he turned to the others in the room and said, "Ladies and gentlemen, I am deeply touched by everyone's love for music today, and since you are all lovers of music, you can come and listen to the practice classes of the school in the future." But remember, get the job done. ”

There was silence in the sluggish crowd.

"Farewell, then, ladies and gentlemen. ”

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

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In the silent tree-lined walkway, Maxwell looked at the boy over and over again, and his dog several times. It wasn't until Ye Qingxuan was hairy that he pinched his chin and sighed.

"I really can't figure out why that guy would write you a letter of recommendation. He shook his head and sighed, "Does he owe you a lot of money?"

"He?who?"

Ye Qingxuan subconsciously asked, "Mr. Wolf Flute, I have helped him a little." ”

"Wolf flute? Ah, I remember him. Haha, the shame of the academy back then, but I like him a lot. Later, I heard that he dropped out of school, and I didn't know where he went...... Well, I see. ”

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

"Ye Qingxuan. The white-haired young man replied honestly and pointed to the dog beside him: "It's Lao Fei." ”

Lao Fei squatted beside him, looking down to nibble on the sausage, and when he saw Maxwell's eyes, he just rolled his eyes, arrogant and cold. made Ye Qingxuan extremely embarrassed.

Maxwell also had some residual thoughts: "Age?"

"Seventeen. ”

"You're not old enough to enter school, but that's okay, you have a letter of recommendation anyway. ”

Maxwell hammered his palm: "Then that's it, remember to come early tomorrow to take the exam." If you can pass the exam, go to school. But remember to pay the full tuition fee. After all, I've been short of money lately. ”

He said to himself, and then he saw the boy's expression change violently, from stunned to shocked and then to ecstasy.

"Can I take the exam?"

Ye Qingxuan pulled him almost rudely: "Entrance exam? Aren't you lying to me?"

"That's right. Maxwell nodded of course: "If it weren't for the fact that I couldn't be a part-time 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 excitedly: "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 just charge tuition. ”

Maxwell didn't care to say such bad words, but Ye Qingxuan was already completely inaudible. He danced in ecstasy, laughed with old Fayhaha, and ran away excitedly to the middle of nowhere......

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Seeing the boy cheer away, Maxwell laughed too.

"It's good to be young, full of energy. ”

The night dew was heavy, he coughed twice in a low voice, and looked to the side: "Your Highness, what do you think?"

Mary added a white shawl in the night breeze, and in the faint light of the street lamp, her expression was graceful and dazed, and after a long time, she slowly shook her head: "I don't like him." I can't figure out my uncle's intentions. ”

"It's just because you haven't got a letter of recommendation from your uncle, right?" Maxwell saw through everything: "Only at this time did I feel that His Highness was really a little girl." ”

Mary was vaguely enraged and glared at him, "Mr. Dean, should I punish you for your offense?"

"Ahaha, just think of me as an old man's gibberish. Please let me go, after all, there have been a lot of people attacking me lately, and it's really a headache for me. ”

"You're still worried about that?"

"Naturally, you still have to worry about it, after all, the Secretary of State seems to have been moved by the words and wants to change the principal. So the power struggle is really annoying, and the position of an examiner has to be rotated between the aristocratic faction and the musician faction...... Every time I feel like Anglo is getting like this, it's getting more and more unpromising. I think this Anglo is going to ......."

"Dean, it looks like you're about to say something you shouldn't be saying again. ”

The girl reminded angrily, "Do I have to remind you again that I have another intention tonight?"

"Ahem, I know, I know. ”

Maxwell shrugged: "I know why you're here tonight." Your Majesty is very difficult to do, and I know it, so I'll go out to avoid the limelight. Well, I happened to have a new wine at my winery in Wellington, so I might as well try it.

It's a pity that I missed the princess of Yunlou's dinner, and I've been looking forward to the oriental beauty. ”

After receiving his assurance, the girl's angry expression dissipated a little: "Dean, you are willing to sympathize with your mother's hardship, and my mother must feel comforted too." It's worth my trip tonight. ”

She bent down slightly and saluted goodbye. Before leaving, he saw a young man cheering on the street in the distance, and his eyes were pity.

She asked, "Dean, I don't know how he can get a letter of recommendation from his uncle." But do you think that a qualification like his can really pass the test?"

"I don't think that's possible. ”

The dean laughed mysteriously: "The older you get, the more you like to remember, that kid...... I always felt like he was a person. If that's the case, he's at least worth looking forward to. ”

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