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Rhine pushed open the wooden door in front of him, and after a heavy sound, the scene inside the room was revealed, and the moonlight spilled onto the floor through the huge floor-to-ceiling window on the left, and the patterns engraved on the floor-to-ceiling window shattered the light into specks of light. Directly opposite are several tall bookshelves, brushed together, covering the walls, the wooden edges of the bookshelves still have the remains of the rings that symbolize the years that have not been disposed of, the shelves are full of ancient books, or have been reduced to the history of the parchment, exuding an ancient atmosphere, the owner of the house must be a collector of ancient books, elegant sentiment.

In this space where the fragrance of books is coiled, an ancient sword is placed in the center of the bookshelf as if it is enshrined, and there is a knife holder for swords, and such incompatible things appear in the sea of books, just like a wild wolf that suddenly breaks into the flock of sheep, which is strange and terrifying, but this arrangement still has a strange beauty of mourning time.

In front of the bookshelf was a large desk, and an old man was sitting on a chair, his face full of energy, although he had wrinkled, but he had not lost the spirit of a young man, his silver hair was slightly vicissitudes, and his pupils were also dark red, like a candle about to extinguish a flame, stubbornly burning the last wax.

"Uncle Jett," said Rhine as he walked to the desk and turned to the old man, while Attalani stood outside the door and did not come in, and Rhine told her to wait outside, and she would always stand motionless outside the door, even if it was rain or wind, as she herself said, she listened to him for everything.

"Are you back," the old man known as Jett put down the document he was reading and looked up, "I heard that you went to the human realm to carry out that mission. ”

"Well," Rhine nodded, and in simple reply, he paused for a moment and said, "He asked me to greet you on his behalf." In the end, he agreed to his brother's request.

"What do you think, then, after doing that kind of thing," asked Jett, "that the process of personally escorting your brother back, and sending him to prison with his own hands, and probably not even seeing the outside world again, is it just a slight ripple in your heart, or a huge wave?" ”

He picked up a white porcelain cup next to him, picked up the teapot and shook it gently, completely precipitating the charm in it, and then flipped his wrist, the warm black tea sprayed out of the spout, a drop of unrevealed flow into the cup, the mellow tea fragrance came out of the maroon liquid, and rolled in the air with the white heat, and then dispersed, he dug a piece of sugar cube with a silver spoon and handed it into the cup, two fingers lightly twisted the handle of the spoon and stirred it slowly, the elegant movement was skillful as if it had been branded countless times in the flow of years, and he was still a good taster.

"Drink some black tea and calm down, although I don't understand you, or almost no one understands you, and even my own brother misunderstands you, but now, you should feel very uncomfortable," the old man put the porcelain cup containing the hot tea into the tray and pushed it in front of Rhine.

"This kind of thing, I don't think it can pour the ice in my heart," Rhine picked up the teacup, did not taste it, just held it in his hand and played with it, the technique was skillful, the liquid in the cup could always be pulled back at the moment when it was about to splash the edge of the cup, as if there was an invisible hand in the center of the cup, his hand was really stable, this was the result of a long period of training, so his hand was also very stable when he held the sword, and Atalani's fighting skills also had his shadow.

"Don't you understand your father even now?" said Jett, sighing.

He stood up, pushed his seat away, and slowly walked to the floor-to-ceiling window, his bark-like wrinkled hand touched the bright window, and the moonlight penetrated through the layers of glass and hit his face, "Rhine, the Plath family, you know, we are called vampires, we are also born warriors, we have been born for generations to be called glorious knights, our ancestors have made an oath to protect the Queen of the Night, to protect the Moon and Night Realm, so, we vampires have always lived in a long battle, existed on the battlefield, and received the baptism of blood. ”

"But aren't you an exception," Rhine said next, "that you have made other choices, and that is contrary to the family motto, and although there is no such thing as punishment in the family motto that we have handed down, you have defied it. ”

"That's sharp, you can seem to guess what I'm going to say next," Jett smiled wryly, "yes, I'm just a businessman now, stay away' The concept of 'fighting' is a business person, I didn't choose the original path, you can say I'm timid, and I do have a cowardice, but it's not a simple fear of death, I'm just vaguely uneasy, we vampires are born like we are destined to be branded with an invisible curse, except that I thought that those who took the path of fighting died one by one at a young age, like," Jett's words began to hurry, even a little nervous," In a blood screening that lasts for thousands of years, we are all pawns in this screening, and until the chosen one appears, fate will not end. ”

"It's the first time I've heard such philosophical words from your uncle. ”

"Aren't you too, you've never taken the initiative to talk to anyone, but today you want to come to me, usually, you'd rather stand under the moon and wield your sword to train, is it really because you can't let go of your brother. ”

"I don't think there's anything I can't let go. ”

"It's strange why you say that, obviously your eyes still reveal confusion," said Jett, "you say that I have never said such a philosophical thing, but it is not wrong, after all, people are old, it is inevitable to say some sad things, I am in my life, but the oldest, even twenty years older than your father, your father or I watched grow up, but unfortunately, everyone passed away one by one, and in the end even your father was too, only as a deserter, I am still living, but I don't know how long I can live." ”

"Do you mean that I want to attribute all my father's actions to fate or a thousand-year curse or something?" Rhine asked, "do you think I will accept it?"

"No, you naturally can't accept it now, I just want to say that reality is cruel, and fate is also uncertain, just like that light wave, you can never calculate which area each of its photons will fall into, if people are confused, they will not be able to stand in fate," Jett turned and faced Rhine, "Some people are not confused, because they have a certain belief in their hearts, a certain belief that they think is right, even if they die, they will not regret it, not stubbornness in confusion." The old man pointed to Rhine's chest.

"I just think that your father must have his own reasons, many things are imperfect, what you want to gain, you must lose something, so you don't blame him too much, and then, you have to make your own choice, choose what you think, the really right path. ”

"The real road or something, I don't know if I have that kind of thing. Rhine said.

"There will be, there will be, but it depends on whether you have the determination to recognize it, do you think that what you are stubbornly sticking to now is right? Of course, I am not qualified to judge the right and wrong of it, but if it is really right, then you will not be so confused now. Jett walked up to Rhine, his outstretched finger gently poked his chest, but it made Rhine feel as if he could penetrate his heart, he found out for the first time that his uncle was also half a philosopher, just because he was too rejecting of the outside world.

"As is customary, I think there will be a round table next, if you have the heart, go and try it, what you think is really right in your heart. ”

"Thanks," Rhein turned and walked out the door.

In fact, he still can't understand the meaning of his uncle's words, but thanks to these words, something seems to have loosened in his originally ice-like heart.

"By the way," Jett suddenly called out to Rhein, "Lyle, how is he now?" ”

Rhine was silent for a moment and said, "At that time, he swung his knife in front of me. ”

"Oh, and then?"

"It's a beautiful interception. ”

"Yes, it's wonderful, hasn't he always been so inferior in front of you that he doesn't even dare to look up?" Jett looked a little surprised, he always had the impression that the child walked with his head down, and when he passed his brother, his head lowered, thinking that he was going to shove his head into the ground.

"He met a girl in the human world. Rhein turned his face to Jett, and from where he stood there, he could clearly see the movement of his lips.

"Girl?" Jett was a little puzzled, he didn't know where Rhine's words came from, "What girl?"

"Well, it feels like seeing Lena. Rhine said lightly, and then walked away quickly, he didn't want others to hear, when he said such a name, his tone fluctuated slightly. Soon only two vanishing figures remained outside the door, with Rhine in front and Atalani behind.

"That's right," Jett said with a sigh, his tone revealing inexplicable joy, like hearing that his daughter, who had not been able to find a partner for a long time, suddenly married into a wealthy family.

He reached out and picked up a picture frame, a brightly colored photo in a camphor wooden frame, the background is an extremely bright night sky, the moon wheel hangs overhead, the stars emerge, like a banquet in the night, under the moonlight, two teenagers stand on both sides, the same silver hair and the same red pupils, the left one looks weak, the right one is full of stubbornness, there is a girl standing in the middle of the two, her face is lovely, the smile hangs on her cheeks, and she also reveals a little boy-like vitality and pride, the red hair rises in the wind, like a blooming flower, seductive and gorgeous, the girl is taller than the two teenagers, the white and delicate arms are around the two teenagers, it looks so intimate and warm。

It was the only photo of Lyle and his siblings, and the only time that was turned into eternal warmth.

At the bottom of the photograph is a black handwriting with the names of the three men written one after the other on the left.

Lyle Plath, Lena Plath, Rhein Plath.