Ye Qingxuan opened his eyes.

It was already afternoon, and the afternoon sun shone on him through the open window.

For the first time, he felt tired like never before, but it was good. There is no pressure on the back, and there is no pain of not being able to move an inch. There's just a sense of comfort inside.

"Are you awake?"

The priest, who was sitting at the table with his head bowed and reading the scriptures, raised his head and said coldly: "I came back last night and I was still half-dead, I didn't expect to recover so well." ”

"My father used to say that it is easy to feed by a cheap life. ”

Ye Qingxuan smiled and struggled to get up: "Maybe God doesn't want to accept a child like me who likes to lie, right?"

"Don't speculate on God's will. ”

The priest did not talk to him, but after a word of warning, he continued to look down and flip through the book.

The afternoon sun shone on Ye Qingxuan's body, warm and soft, making his pale face much better, and he was almost about to fall asleep again. After a long time, he heard Father Bane's voice abrupt:

"Are you having nightmares again?"

"No, I don't. ”

Ye Qingxuan thought for a while, and couldn't help but smirk: "I've already ...... It's been a long time since I've had such a good dream. ”

"It doesn't sound like a lie, it looks like you're recovering well. ”

The priest nodded, and suddenly said, "Go and meet Vito." He was in his room. ”

"What's wrong with him?"

"He's been hiding in his room since he came back last night and hasn't spoken to anyone. He feels guilty about you, and you should have a good talk with him. ”

The priest paused and said, "You and he are both fools, there should be a common language." ”

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Since there is resonance between genius and genius.

Then there should also be a common language between fools and fools.

The priest is right, there is always a gathering of like in this world. Billionaires clink glasses by the fire, while the homeless hug each other in the snow. Lonely people share loneliness with lonely people, and painful people lick each other's wounds.

Vito said that Ye Qingxuan was his only friend, but Ye Qingxuan's friend was the only one.

One of these two guys is stupid enough to hold on to the dream of being a musician, and the other spends his days imagining that he will get ahead in the future, become a big man, and take revenge on the nobles who forced his family to death.

This guy who has always been like a gangster always thinks he's going to be a big guy, so he's always ready to challenge some authority or something.

He is also as generous as a big man when he treats others, he thinks that Ye Qingxuan is his friend, so no one can call him a cheap seed, even His Majesty the King!

All along, he felt that he would be great in the future, that nothing in this world could stop him, naïve and stubborn.

But Ye Qingxuan saw Vito so hesitant and sad for the first time, he was curled up in the corner, unkempt, and he really didn't look like a big man at all.

When Ye Qingxuan sat next to him, Vito looked at him for a long time before he recognized him.

"Yo, Yezi, are you awake?"

He tugged at the corners of his mouth, as if smiling.

Ye Qingxuan looked at his messy bed and shook his head: "You haven't slept all the time?"

"Can't sleep, someone is watching me, in this room. Is this what it feels like to kill people......?

Vito looked into the empty corner, as if he could see an invisible demon, so his green eyes were full of ferocity, as if he wanted to kill the non-existent enemy again:

"Is he looking at me?"

"He's dead, Vito. ”

Ye Qingxuan said softly, "He won't be watching you from the window." Everyone lives only once, and to die is to really die. ”

"He's dead?"

Vito looked back at him, the ferocity in his eyes fading, as if he had finally relaxed after a long night of confrontation. He whispered, "Is he really dead like that?"

Ye Qingxuan nodded slowly.

"I see. ”

Vito suddenly realized, as if all his strength had been drained in an instant. He leaned against the wall and chuckled softly, "yes, I killed him." I forgot about it...... As I said earlier, you won't fight at all, you have to rely on me every time. When Lao Fei came to me, I knew that things were wrong, how about it? Am I handsome?"

He smiled, but the fear under the smile could not be contained. It is a belated fear that cannot be driven away.

"Handsome. Ye Qingxuan nodded.

"Of course, I'm a bad guy, and I can't even stop myself from killing people. He whispered, "I'm a man who does great things, and I'm going to get ahead in the future, right?"

Ye Qingxuan was silent, reached out and patted him on the shoulder.

Vito looked at him, smiled and laughed, and burst into tears and snot, embarrassed and sad, like a beaten thug, so humble in tears.

"But why didn't I come forward at that time? I should have been the bait. At that time, I should have been the one who went. But I'm scared...... Aren't you afraid, leaf?"

"This, you suddenly asked me that, I can't tell. ”

Ye Qingxuan scratched his hair and reached out to hook his shoulder: "You don't have to be sad because of this." Because I'm not as good as you think. ”

"Yezi, are you here to say nice things to me?" Vito looked at him, "I don't need to be ......"

He didn't finish speaking, for he saw that there was no sympathy in the eyes of the white-haired young man, and there was not the slightest trace of pity.

There is no need for sympathy before a defeated dog and a defeated dog, and of course there is no sympathy between a fool and a fool.

Everyone is the same person because everyone is the same.

"No one can say pretty things forever, Vito. Those pretty things all come from camouflage. ”

Ye Qingxuan said softly: "I'm more scared than you, but I'm used to it."

I knew at a very young age that if I died, no one would remember me. So I'm going to work hard to survive...... But the harder I try to live, the more I fear death.

Dying is sometimes too easy to die than to live.

Five years ago, I wandered here, and after being adopted by the priest, I thought I would be able to live. I can do anything to be able to survive. I can be a good boy, I can study hard, I can learn those spells. But the most important reason in my heart is not that I want to repay them and help others...... I'm for myself. ”

Ye Qingxuan paused and laughed, his smile full of self-deprecation: "Including when I stood up, I said to Mr. Wolf Flute to let me go instead of you." Then he owes me a debt that he can help me become a musician and help me go back to Avalon.

It's that simple.

Sometimes I wonder what kind of person I am, and I'm ashamed. Vito, I do so much, maybe part of it is to help other people, but at the end of the day, it's all for myself. ”

He stroked the string ring on his fingertips: "Probably that's the kind of person I am."

Because there is nothing, there is so much to want. If there's something you want too much, you can't even take care of your life. As soon as I see an opportunity, I want to pounce on it, and I feel like a dog that has been hungry for a long time. But after a long time, you will feel that there is nothing wrong with being a dog.

As long as you can get what you want, you can do anything, even if you do anything......"

In the silence, as if dust had been wiped away from the pupils of the young man's eyes, he stared at himself in his heart with seriousness, so his tone was complex and solemn, and when he said that sentence, it seemed that he was betting with fate, gambling everything he had, and never dying:

"Vito, I'm going to be a musician. ”

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In the long silence, Vito stared at him as if he had seen him for the first time.

It wasn't until a long time later that he suddenly laughed softly: "...... So you're so dirty, leaf. ”

"Did you say that?!"

Ye Qingxuan was stunned for a moment, then suddenly became angry, and kicked him over: "I said so much, not to comfort you!"

Vito was kicked by Ye Qingxuan and rolled on the ground, but he couldn't help laughing, as if he was gloating.

", just because all my kindness has been eaten by Lao Fei. Ye Qingxuan kicked the door angrily and left, but Vito was still laughing.

After a while, the woke up old Fei ran into the door, looking for something to eat, but only saw Vito, who was out of breath laughing.

The kind of smile that is obviously embarrassed is like a little beggar, but he feels like a big man.

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Downstairs, the priest looked up in silence and listened, and after a long time nodded, "It's all right." ”

"It's so easy. The wolf flute sighed: "Should it be said that children communicate well with each other?"

"No, it's a fool who only believes stupid words. ”

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The moon is dark and the wind is high, and it is midnight.

In the backyard of the church grounds, two black figures carrying shovels walked out of the room and walked through the streets. One of them was tall and thin, with a blank face, and one of them staggered, as if he had recently been injured.

They walked silently through the town until they stopped in front of the cemetery, stopping at the iron fence.

The tall, thin priest at the front removed the rusted copper key from his neck and unscrewed the massive iron lock. The iron door, which had not been opened for a long time, made a sharp and tooth-aching sound when pushed open.

"You buried that thing in the cemetery?"

The wolf flute held the shovel and asked in a low voice, "Won't it be rotted by moisture and corpses?"

"The previous priest told me that the thing was in good condition and should not break. ”

"Hey, we've entrusted such an important thing to the Order for safekeeping, so you might as well make sure. ”

"First, that thing was given to the Order for sealing, and you didn't say you'd get it back one day. Second, if every priest had to open it, what secret would there be about it?"

“...... Why do I think you have a point?"

Father Bane looked at him again, with an idiot look.

In the darkness, Ben led the way with a street lamp. They walked through the soft, damp dirt and rubbed shoulders with tombstones. The wolf flute was injured and couldn't walk fast, so he still had room to admire everyone's epitaph.

"Oh, it's so miserable, this person was killed by the adulterer because he found his wife...... Wait, why is the adulterer here? There are two of his dogs buried next to him...... What the hell is this? I've made up hundreds of thousands of words of stories, Father. ”

"Wordy. ”

The priest glanced at him: "Hurry up, we're almost there." ”

Eventually, they stopped in front of a tombstone that was really some years old. On the miserable white tombstone, the cross has been broken, and the handwriting on it has been blurred by the wind and rain.

The priest looked down at the handwriting on it, shoveled away the messy grass in front of the grave, and nodded: "This is it, you can start digging." ”

The wolf flute tentatively dug into the shovel, feeling a faint pain in the wound, but there was no resistance as expected. It's like the mud that rots all the mud, and it's so easy that it feels like a breeze.

But the soil was obviously cold and hard, and there were gravel on it.

It's as if there are invisible ghosts staring at them in the dark, and when they see them digging graves, they wrap around them and blow cold air, helping them by the way. When the graves are dug, they can crawl out and then let the gravediggers lie in.

"Whose grave is this?"

The wolf flute shuddered: "I always feel that I will dig up strange things." There won't be any wraiths, will they?"

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