"No, I like to take it myself. ”

A hand delicately reached into his arms and took his money bag, "Unfortunately, this money is not enough, and you have to pay a little more interest." ”

With that, Vito crouched down.

He couldn't help but smile when he looked at Martin's frightened expression, reached out and grabbed Martin's wrist, and looked at his palm.

"Your hands are so good, slender and flexible, and so white. I heard that your father wanted you to become a musician. Since you were a child, you have asked a pianist to teach you training, and you also apply various oils every day to maintain it...... Such a good hand must be precious, right?"

Martin was stunned, and his face suddenly turned pale. He finally understood what Vito was trying to do.

"You madman! if you dare to do that, my dad won't let you go!" he screamed, struggling, "I swear, I'll make you regret it!"

Vito sighed: "Actually, half an hour ago, I began to regret it. ”

Snap!

A crisp bone-cracking sound rang out, and Martin's screams cut through the silence. In Vito's hand, his tail finger turned up abnormally, and it was cocked to the back of his hand, broken.

"It was my fault that I decided to let you go last time. ”

Snap!

"I won't make the same mistake a second time. ”

Snap! Snap! Snap! Snap!

In a succession of crisp sounds, Martin's screams were so high pitched that he almost woke up the lights in the distance.

Vito gently let go of his hand and got up from the ground.

"In half an hour, even if you take your hand back, it won't be as good as it used to be. ”

He looked down at Martin with pity and sighed softly, "What a pity, in this case, even if you go to the Holy City, there is not much hope of becoming a musician, right?"

At the sound of Martin's cry, he clapped his palms and turned to leave.

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In the darkness, he looked back at Martin rolling on the ground in the distance, scratching his head helplessly.

"Oh, on the impulse to forget that this fat man's father is still a clerk. It seems that I won't be able to mix in the town of Root in the future. ”

He sighed softly: "If you run away now, I don't know if it's too late......"

In the silence, he turned his head and saw the big golden retriever dog in the distance, smiled and waved his hand:

"Old Fei, can't you sleep too?"

Lao Fei squatted on the ground, looked at him silently, and then tilted his head and licked his dirty hair. It looks like I can't sleep once in a while and goes out for a walk.

It's just that the sharp teeth are silently retracted, and they no longer look for the smell that wafts from the wind.

Even the violent eyes softened.

"I'm sorry, I'm running away. ”

Vito squatted down and looked at the old dog, scratching his head helplessly: "I'm afraid that you will only be the only friend of that guy in the future, what can I do." You can't even speak, isn't he going to make a mistake?"

Lao Fei seemed to understand, rolled his eyes, and twitched his face with his tail.

"Ahaha, I'm sorry I forgot you could understand me.

You're so much better than the guy who only pretends to 'don't understand'!"

Vito touched Lao Fei's back, but his tone softened: "However, that guy has always been like this, right? Sometimes the expression is so vicious that you can't tell that you are afraid......

Obviously I don't have any talent, but I still want to be a musician, and I want to talk in my dreams. It's like if he can't be a musician, he's going to die.

Even I can see that he has no hope.

What do you think he's going on......

He read it in pieces, and Lao Fei listened quietly.

It wasn't until a long time later that he smiled bitterly, clapped his hands and got up, and turned to leave.

After walking a lot of steps, he turned around and saw that Lao Fei was still looking at him, he laughed and waved goodbye: "Go back, Lao Fei, I'm leaving." ”

He paused and walked into the darkness:

"However, with you by his side, at least he won't be so lonely.

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For some reason, Ye Qingxuan dreamed of the past. It was a long, long time ago...... Things he thought he would forget.

At that time, he walked alone in the dark.

But in the darkness, there was someone calling his name.

There was also the cacophony, the banging of doors, footsteps, screams, and the sound of broken porcelain.

"Little leaves, small leaves...... Don't be afraid. ”

There was a woman who hugged him hard, warm and familiar, like sunshine. She stuffed Ye Qingxuan into the cupboard, held his cheek, and looked at him. Her eyes were like emeralds, but they were filled with tears.

"Stay here, don't make a sound, don't be afraid. ”

The door of the cupboard was closed, Ye Qingxuan stood in the dark blankly, looking around, he heard the noise, the sound of banging on the door and the sound of footsteps again, and his mother was screaming, asking angrily something. Someone rushed into the hall and smashed the porcelain of the East, and the pure white fetus fell into the mud.

He vaguely heard someone shouting:

"Musician Ye Lanzhou, who broke the ban yesterday and fled after committing a felony, killed six royal musicians. After the judgment of the House of Lords, Ye Lanzhou was put on the wanted list. All family property is cleared and confiscated to compensate the state for the loss of ......"

He curled up in the cupboard, closing his eyes in fear.

Darkness strikes again.

As the world turned, he heard his mother crying, tears streaming down his face. When he struggled to open his eyes, all he could see was darkness and the cold, as if he had fallen into an ice cellar.

"Sir, please help him, this child has a high fever...... He's dying. ”

His mother hugged him, so warm, but he still couldn't help but chill. She was no longer graceful and luxurious, nor did she look like a noblewoman, but like a mad woman, kneeling in the square, pulling at everyone's trouser legs with all her might, and then being kicked away.

"Fuck off, dead beggar. ”

It was so cold, it was snowing, it was cold, it was cold......

Ye Qingxuan closed his eyes and heard his mother's cry.

In the dark, he covered his ears, but the voices still came into his head.

"Little leaf, run!"

"Little leaf, don't be afraid. ”

......

"Xiao Yezi, from now on, you will be alone. ”

He felt his mother caress his cheek, one last time, smiling, tears in her eyes: "I can't, I can't hold on any longer." ”

Ye Qingxuan looked at her blankly: she was so beautiful, even if she was like a beggar, but she always had tenderness and kindness between her eyebrows, and she was smiling and suffering from the torture of this world. Now, the world's torture of her is finally coming to an end, but why does she feel so sad?

With the last of her strength, she wrapped a slender string around the child's finger, round and round, like a ring. "It's the only thing your father has left. ”

"With it, you won't be afraid. ”

She hugged her child with difficulty, repeating over and over again: "Don't be afraid! Don't be afraid ......."

Until Ye Qingxuan was no longer afraid, until she lost her breath.

She's dead.

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Ye Qingxuan opened his eyes, and he was still lying in the room.

It's early in the morning, and it's not yet dawn.

The windows were open, and the sound of night and rain flowed in through the windows, and it was raining in the sky. Through the window, a black horse-drawn carriage could be seen passing through the street.

Rainwater fell from the edge of the window and shattered on the ground. It was the bursting water droplets that woke him up, so there were still traces of water in the corners of his eyes.

He got up from his bed, stared out the window at the rain, thumb on the ring on his index finger, and was silent.

"Ye Qingxuan, you have been here for five years. ”

A voice in his heart whispered:

"Are you still scared?"

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In this sudden rainstorm night, everything is silent.

The black carriage came from afar and came to a silent stop in front of the church. The coachman was knocking on the door, over and over again. It wasn't until a long time later that the door finally opened.

Father Bane, who had not slept all night, came out with a candlestick and looked at the coachman coldly:

"You're late. ”

Under Bane's overlook, the coachman froze for a moment, incoherently trying to explain.

"Mr. Banne, please don't bother with him, he's just an ordinary coachman. ”

A tired voice sounded in the carriage: "It's better to say that you care about how I ...... I feel like I'm having a ** annoyance. ”

Bane frowned, vaguely smelling the sweet smell of the orangutan, and when he opened the car door, the smell of blood wafted out a hundred times thicker. The light of the candle flame illuminated the dark carriage and the faces of young men.

A man who looked to be in his twenties sat in the carriage, wearing a black trench coat with a stand-up collar and half leaning against the carriage, his face pale when illuminated by the lights. Now he was breathing hard, every time he exhaled it was like he didn't have the strength to breathe.

Under Father Bane's scrutiny, he squeezed out a smile, as if he was stubborn: "I'm sorry, I'm late, something went wrong on the way." ”

As he spoke, he let go of the hand that was holding down his waist, his hand full of blood.

Blood seeped from his waist and soaked his black trench coat. Blood fell to the ground along the trouser tube, forming a pool of blood. The blood was spreading, and finally flowed into the rain through the cracks in the door, leaving a red trail in the rain that gradually dissipated.

"It's not easy to grab a carriage in the middle of the night, can you help me pay the poor man?"

The young man's face twitched in pain, and he forced a laugh: "You see, it's not very convenient for me to pay for it now. ”

"You are the 'wolf flute' as mentioned in the letter?" said Father Bane, whose face was still indifferent, and at the moment he held the candlestick, and asked rigid questions, and would not give up until he saw the token.

The wolf flute lowered his head and sighed helplessly: "You are as unkind as rumored. ”

As he spoke, he twitched and raised his arm, the wound being pulled by the muscles and causing a sharp pain. The necklace was pulled out of the neckline, revealing the decoration at the end.

A wolf's head made of pig iron with his number written on it.

Father Bane stared at it until Wolf Flute felt like he was dying, then nodded faintly and threw an object to the groom.

"Follow me. ”

The coachman looked down at what he was holding and was stunned.

It was only a gold coin, but it was made of pure gold that existed only in the Order's Bank as a 'precious metal reserve' and a guarantee of credit, and it was rarer than the currencies issued by the nations, and was rarely circulated in the market. Such a small piece was enough for him to buy a new carriage!

"Thank you, thank you, sir, for the reward!

He bowed to the priest in surprise and inexplicably, speaking incoherently.

", can you hurry?"

Behind, wolf flute**: "I'm really dying......"