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 exhausted like never before, but this kind of exhaustion was good. There is no overwhelming pressure, and no pain that makes it difficult to move even an inch. There is just peace in my heart.
"you're awake?"
The priest, who was sitting at the table reading scriptures with his head down, raised his head and said coldly: "I was still half-dead when I came back last night. I didn't expect to recover so well."
"My father once said that a low life is easy to make a living."
Ye Qingxuan smiled and stood up with difficulty: "Maybe God is not willing to accept a kid like me who likes to lie, right?"
"Don't speculate on God's will."
The priest didn't talk to him, he just warned him and continued to read.
The afternoon sun shone on Ye Qingxuan's body, warm and soft, making his pale face look much better, and he was almost about to fall asleep again. After a long time, he heard Father Ben's somewhat abrupt voice:
"Did you have another nightmare?"
"No."
Ye Qingxuan thought for a moment and couldn't help but giggle: "I haven't had such a good dream for a long time."
"It doesn't sound like you're lying. It seems like you're recovering well."
The priest nodded and suddenly said: "Go and see Vito. He is in his original room."
"What's up with him?"
"He has been hiding in his room since he came back last night and has not spoken to anyone. He feels that he has guilted you, and you should have a good talk with him."
The priest paused and said, "You and he are both fools. We should have a common language."
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Since there is resonance between genius and genius.
Then there should be a common language between fools and fools.
The priest is right, birds of a feather flock together in this world. Billionaires clink glasses by the stove, while homeless people hug each other in the ice and 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 only friend was him.
One of these two guys was so stupid that he never let go of his dream of being a musician, and the other spent his whole day imagining that he would become famous in the future, become a big shot, and take revenge on the nobles who forced his family to death.
This guy who has always looked like a little gangster has always thought that he would be a big shot, so he is always ready to challenge some authority or other things.
He is as generous as a big shot when treating others. He feels that Ye Qingxuan is his friend, so no one can call him a bitch, not even His Majesty the King!
He has always felt that he will be great in the future, and nothing in this world can stop him, he is naive and stubborn.
But this was the first time Ye Qingxuan saw Vito so hesitant and sad. He was huddled in the corner, disheveled, and he really didn't look like a big shot at all.
When Ye Qingxuan sat next to him, Vito looked at him for a long time before recognizing him.
"Hey, Ye Zi, are you awake?"
He twitched the corners of his mouth, as if smiling.
Ye Qingxuan looked at his messy bed and shook his head: "You haven't slept?"
"I can't sleep. Someone is watching me in this room. Does this feel like killing someone? Ye Zi..."
Vito looked at the empty corner, as if he could see an invisible evil ghost, 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 will not look at you from outside the window. Everyone has only one life, and death means death for real."
"he died?"
Vito looked back at him, the fierceness in his eyes gradually faded away, as if he had finally relaxed after a long night of confrontation. He whispered softly: "He really died like that?"
Ye Qingxuan nodded slowly.
"So this is ah."
Vito suddenly realized, as if all his strength was drained away in an instant. He leaned against the wall and chuckled: "Yes, I killed him. I forgot... I told you before, you don't know how to fight. You have to rely on me every time. Lao Fei comes here I knew something was wrong when I was young, how about it? Am I handsome?"
He smiled, but the fear could not be concealed under the smile. This is a belated fear that cannot be banished.
"Handsome." Ye Qingxuan nodded.
"Of course, I'm a bad guy. Even things like killing people can't stop me." He murmured in a low voice, "I'm a person who does big things, and I want to stand out in the future, right?"
Ye Qingxuan remained silent and reached out to pat his shoulder.
Vito looked at him, smiling, and shed tears and snot. He was embarrassed and sad, like a little gangster who had been beaten up, and his tears were so humble.
"But at that time, why didn't I stand up? I should have been the bait. I should have been the one who went there at that time. But I was scared... Aren't you scared, Ye Zi?"
"Well, you suddenly asked me this, and I can't explain it clearly."
Ye Qingxuan scratched his hair and put his hand on his shoulder: "You don't need to be sad because of this. Because I'm not as powerful as you think."
"Yi Zi, are you here to say nice things to me?" Vito looked at him: "I don't need to be with you..."
He didn't finish his words, because he saw that there was no sympathy in the eyes of the white-haired boy, nor was there any pity at all.
There is no need for sympathy between losers and losers, and of course there is no mercy between fools.
We are all the same people because we are all the same.
"No one can always say nice things, Vito. All nice things come from disguise."
Ye Qingxuan said softly: "I'm more scared than you, but I'm used to it. I knew it when I was very young. If I die, no one will remember me. So I have to work hard to live. … But the harder I work to live, the more I fear death. Compared to living, sometimes dying is just too easy. Five years ago, I wandered here and was adopted by a priest, and I felt like I could survive. In order to survive, I can do anything. I can be a good child, I can study hard, and learn those spellings. But the most important reason in my heart is not to repay them and help others... I am for Myself."
Ye Qingxuan paused and laughed, his smile full of self-mockery: "Including when I stood up, I told Mr. Langdi to let me go in your place. In this way, he owes me, and he can help me become a musician and help I go back to Avalon. It's that simple. Sometimes I wonder what kind of person I am, and I feel ashamed. Vito, I've done so much, maybe part of it is to help other people, but At the end of the day, it’s all for yourself.”
He stroked the string ring on his fingertips: "Maybe I am such a person. Because I have nothing, I want too many things. If I want something too much, I don't even care about my life. 1 When you see an opportunity, you want to pounce on it. In your heart, you will feel that your posture is like a dog that has been hungry for a long time. But as time goes by, you will feel that there is nothing wrong with being a dog. As long as you can get what you want, do it Anything is okay, no matter what you do..."
In the silence, it was as if the dust had been wiped away from the young man's eyes. He stared at himself in his heart with all seriousness, so his tone was complex and solemn. When he said that sentence, he seemed to be making a bet with fate. Everything about yourself, till death:
"Vito, I want to be a musician."
…
In the long silence, Vito stared at him as if seeing him for the first time.
It wasn't until a long time later that he suddenly laughed softly: "...So you are so dirty, Ye Zi."
"Did you say that?!"
Ye Qingxuan was stunned for a moment, then became extremely angry and kicked him over: "I'm not saying this just to comfort you!"
Vito was kicked all over the floor by Ye Qingxuan, but he couldn't help laughing, as if he was gloating about his misfortune.
"Go, go, just think that all my good intentions have been eaten up by Lao Fei." Ye Qingxuan kicked the door angrily and left, but Vito was still laughing.
After a while, Lao Fei, who was woken up, ran in and looked for something to eat, but he only saw Vito who was laughing so hard that he was out of breath.
That kind of smile made him look as embarrassed as a little beggar, but he felt like a big shot.
…
Downstairs, the priest raised his head and listened silently. After a long time, he nodded: "It's okay."
"It's so simple." Langdi sighed: "Should it be said that children communicate easily with each other?"
"No, it's a fool who only believes in stupid words."
…
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The moon is dark and the wind is high, at midnight.
In the backyard of the church, two black figures carrying shovels walked out of the room and walked through the streets. One of them was tall and thin, with an expressionless face, and the other staggered, as if he had been injured recently.
They walked silently through the town, and finally stopped in front of the cemetery, stopping at the iron fence.
The tall and thin priest at the front took off the rusty copper key from his neck and unscrewed the huge iron lock. The iron door, which had not been opened for a long time, made a sharp and tooth-breaking sound when it was pushed open.
"You buried that thing in the cemetery?"
Wolf Flute held up the shovel and asked in a low voice: "It won't be rotten by moisture and corpses, right?"
"The previous priest told me that the thing was well preserved and should not be broken."
"Hey, we have entrusted such an important thing to the cult for safekeeping, so why don't you confirm it."
"First, that thing was given to the Order for sealing, and you never said you would get it back one day. Second, if every priest has to open it and look at it, then what secrets can there be about this thing?"
"...Why do I think what you said makes sense?"
Father Ben looked at him again, looking like an idiot.
In the darkness, Ben held a street lamp and led the way. They walked through the soft, wet and rotten soil, passing by tombstones. Langdi's body was injured and he couldn't walk fast, so he still had time to appreciate everyone's epitaphs.
"Oh, it's so tragic. This man was actually killed by the adulterer because he discovered his wife was committing adultery! Eh? Her wife is here too... Wait, why is the adulterer here too? His wife is buried next to him. Two dogs... What the hell is this? I've made up hundreds of thousands of words of stories in my head, Father."
"Long-winded."
The priest glanced at him: "Go faster, we are almost there."
In the end, they stopped in front of a really old tombstone. On the pale white tombstone, the cross has been broken, and the writing on it has been blurred by wind and rain.
The priest looked down at the writing on it, shoveled away the grass in front of the grave, and nodded: "This is it, you can start digging."
Langdi dug a shovel tentatively, feeling a dull pain in the wound, but unexpectedly there was no resistance. It's like the wet and rotten soil is all mud, so easy that it feels like a piece of cake.
But the soil was obviously cold and hard, with gravel on it.
It was as if there were invisible ghosts staring at them in the darkness. When they saw them digging graves, they wrapped themselves around behind them, blowing air-conditioners, and helping them by the way. Once the grave is dug, they can climb out and let the gravedigger lie down in it.
"Whose tomb is this?"
Langdi shuddered: "I always feel that something strange will be dug up. There won't be any resentful spirits, right?"