The church reception room was in shambles.

On the table, everything was swept to the floor.

The wolf flute lay on the table, ** upper body. In the light of the candlelight, the tragic scars between the waist and abdomen were revealed. The wound was white with excessive blood loss, smooth as a mirror, like a sharp blade. From the waist to the chest, the bones are faintly exposed.

The priest poured half a bottle of liquor on the wound of the wolf flute, and he screamed in pain. Immediately afterwards, a crochet needle was roasted on the candle flame until the tip of the needle was red, and then the thread was strung and the wound was stitched.

Gradually, he noticed that the pupils of the wolf flute were dilated: "Have you given yourself medicine?"

"I can't help it, it hurts so much. The wolf flute tugged at the corners of his mouth: "I have played half a mandala, it only relieves pain, it will not be addictive, rest assured...... But don't we have better medical care?"

Bann responded indifferently: "There is no gel, no blood transfusion equipment, and no shadowless lamp here, so I can only suture and bandage you." ”

Another needle went down, and the wolf flute whined in pain, which reminded Ban of the dog that Ye Qingxuan raised.

The wolf flute's expression twitched: "Father, don't you have a hymn to heal wounds?"

"I'm just an ordinary clergyman, and you're going to find a 'chant' who is proficient in the 'chant'. After speaking, the priest gave another needle, which made the wolf flute can't help but take another breath of cold air: "Can't you help me find one?"

"The nearest one is two hundred kilometers away. Bane said calmly: "I am the only priest in this town, you should die." ”

The wolf flute's eyes suddenly went dark.

"How's the battle going on the front?" asked the priest suddenly.

"It's still so bad, it's still a standoff, because of the ruins, this war has been fought for a hundred years, and it looks like it will continue to be fought......"

He gasped: "There is now an arms race between the two sides, and it is said that the contemporary 'Chopin' has secretly reached the front, and the contemporary 'Brahms' is organizing talks on behalf of the neutral countries...... But the estimates have not yet come to fruition. ”

After listening to this, Bane didn't ask again, but said lightly, "That's the case." The wolf flute, which was about to throw out of his stomach, felt even more depressed.

As he was stitching, Bane's movements suddenly stopped, and he used tweezers to extract from the wound a very thin piece of iron, sharp and paper-thin. It is stuck in the bone, as if it had grown there, and it is difficult to pull it out.

"What's going on?"

"Wanted Black Musician. ”

The wolf flute laughed miserably: "I met it on the way here, it should be a believer in the evil god, and I was careless and was attacked by a sneak attack." ”

"Can you be sure who it is? The followers of the Hundred Eyes are all sent out en masse. ”

"He's alone, and all I hear is the clarinet, otherwise I wouldn't have been able to escape. The wolf flute gasped: "I remember that tune......"

He recalled, closing his eyes. It was like returning to the fog once again, and there were countless flying droplets of water, like torrential rain, flying up in the shrill music......

"A piece based on Krommel's variations, solo, is OP. 74. ”

The wolf flute gritted his teeth, and finally recalled the information in the record:

"- He is the 'rain master'. ”

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"Holy, holy, holy, holy, O Mighty God, in the morning I sing all the songs, and reach the Supreme ...... through the clouds"

The wolf flute is woken up by the chanting of hymns in the church. When he opened his eyes, he felt a sharp pain in the wound, a flash in front of his eyes, and he was thirsty and hungry, and he was so bad that he wanted to die......

"Teacher, you lied to me. ”

The voice of the wolf flute was a little choked: "Who said that they wouldn't regret it after a trip!?"

"Sir, are you awake?"

In his dizzy vision, a white-haired boy appeared. He held a plate and water on the ground in his hands.

The wolf flute didn't have time to pay attention to the young man's gray hair, which had obvious oriental features, and his eyes were already attracted to food.

It was only after a hearty meal of eating and drinking that he was finally satisfied. Recalling the ups and downs along the way and the high spirits when he set off, Wolf Flute couldn't help but sigh:

"Most people will find out that the things they never regret come from mistakes, but it's too late. ”

Maxwell, Refutation of Independence, chap. 2. ”

At the bedside, the silent teenager took over the conversation.

"Huh?"

The wolf flute was stunned for a moment, only then did he realize the existence of the young man, and he was suddenly a little embarrassed: "Uh, I'm sorry...... Have you read that book?"

"There's it in the library, and I've seen it when I'm copying other books. Ye Qingxuan smiled: "I've just read it, many of the truths in the book are very profound, and I can't understand it." ”

Wolf Di suddenly blushed a little, after all, this was a course he had only made up for last year under the supervision of the teacher, and he hadn't finished reading it yet......

"The priest said you need to recuperate here for a while, and if you get bored, I can help you find some books to read. ”

"No, I have a headache when I see a book. ”

The wolf flute rubbed his forehead, a little distressed, and soon his eyes lit up: "You know how to spell, right?" He grabbed Ye Qingxuan's hand, his eyes were sincere: "Do me a favor!

"Uh, please. I try my best. ”

The wolf flute waved his hand excitedly, and his action pulled at the wound, grinning his teeth in pain, and forcing himself to squeeze out a smile: "As you can see...... I feel like I want to die when I raise my hand now, can you help me write a few letters?"

Ye Qingxuan nodded, and after finding the pen and paper, he listened to the wolf flute.

The wolf flute coughed twice and then brewed for a while, his expression suddenly softened, and his voice was soft: "Dear Milena, my rose, it's been a month since I left you......"

From the moment the wolf flute started to speak, Ye Qingxuan couldn't help but get goosebumps, and a letter full of all the fleshy words in English was three thousand words long, so that Ye Qingxuan couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief after writing it.

It's finally over!

"Ahem, the second one is next. ”

Wolf Flute blinked his eyes and looked at his green face: "Dear Ailian, my rose, it's been a month since I left you......"

"Wait!This is exactly the same as the content of the previous letter, right?!And Ai Lian and Milena are two girls, right?!" Ye Qingxuan was dumbfounded: "You pedal two boats?"

"No, no, I'm just dating three girls at the same time. ”

“...... You're amazing!"

After the three letters were written, Ye Qingxuan found that the wolf flute had no intention of stopping at all, and still continued: "Dear Mr. Sebastian, my ......"

“...... Your roses?, you don't even spare a man?!"

"My teacher!"

The wolf flute's face was also green, and he didn't know what his brain had made up.

"Ahem, when I didn't say it. ”

Ye Qingxuan buried his head in embarrassment and copied.

The only thing to be thankful for is that this time the letter was surprisingly simple, with only a few sentences. However, after copying for so many years, Ye Qingxuan still has a sense of relief for the first time that it is finally over.

"Well, thank you, friend. ”

Wolf Flute nodded with satisfaction and patted him on the shoulder: "I haven't asked for advice yet, are you?"

"Ye, Ye Qingxuan. ”

"Orientals? Wolf Flute glanced at his white hair, nodded and said, "No matter who you are, you have helped me a lot, and I will help you with good words from the priest." ”

"Good words?" Ye Qingxuan tilted his head to look at him: "Do you think it's useful?"

"Well, indeed. ”

The wolf flute remembered the priest's cold and hard face cast in copper and iron, and oil and salt did not enter, and suddenly felt a little helpless: "Then I have no way to repay you, you see, the priest helped me pay for the car when I came." Now the only one who is poorer than me is Anglo, who has borrowed 60 million national debts. ”

Hearing him say this, Ye Qingxuan suddenly laughed:

"You're a musician, I didn't guess right, did I?"

Wolf Flute was stunned, he recalled what he had said, and did not seem to reveal the news of his identity.

Ye Qingxuan stretched out his hand and pointed to the leather case at the head of his bed, and half of the metal flute was exposed from it. Although it looks simple, it has a special dignified texture and is obviously expensive.

"Well, you guessed it. ”

The wolf flute pulled out the flute, skillfully turned it in his hand to show him, and pressed the flute hole: "Do you recognize it?"

Ye Qingxuan shook his head: "The shape is not like the flute of the East, and it is also different from the ones I know." ”

"It's a musical instrument from my hometown, and it's not widely circulated. ”

"It is said that this kind of recorder flute was first handed down by the ancient Semites, called 'Ney', who lived in the desert, so it will blow with the sound of wind and sand. ”

He saw some kind of anticipation in the eyes of the young man in front of him, and immediately smiled, raised the recorder to his lips, and flicked the fingers of his left hand to play a few simple notes.

Then, a clear and simple voice sounded.

For a moment, all the noisy sounds that Ye Qingxuan was accustomed to disappeared, the sound of the wind, the sound of water, the sound of footsteps in the distance, and even the sound of his own breathing fell silent.

Then the notes sounded, like the wind blowing from a deep cavern, with the smell of desolation. Like the dry reed leaves in the wind and sand, the iron and the sand rubbed together, and they reverberated in the room with a lingering aftermath, dissipating without a trace.

In front of Ye Qingxuan, silver dust appeared out of thin air, vaguely condensing into a vague wolf shadow. The wolf's pupils glanced at Ye Qingxuan as if he had spirituality, then withdrew his gaze, vibrated with the notes, turned around and dissipated in the breeze.

In an instant, everything was over, like an illusion.

Silence returns.

Soon, the wolf flute coughed in a low voice, and his heartfelt movement involved the wound, so that he couldn't help but take two breaths of cold air.

Beside him, the white-haired young man stretched out his hand in the air in a daze, as if he wanted to find where the silver wolf was hiding, but he couldn't help but laugh on his face.

The longing and satisfaction of laughter.

"That's nice. He whispered.

"You want to be a musician?"

The wolf flute suddenly realized and blurted out. But suddenly I felt a little sad. He understood why Bane had asked him to take care of himself—that bastard priest wasn't trying to give him hope, he was trying to expose him.

"That's right. ”

Ye Qingxuan held on to the hope of any eventuality: "Do you think it is possible?"

The wolf flute groaned for a long time, and he slowly shook his head.

"I'm sorry, Ye. ”

The wolf flute lowered his eyes, not wanting to see the young man's lost expression:

"- You have no talent. ”