When Ye Qingxuan came to Avalon, Langdi promised him that a letter of introduction would be sent to the college so that he could take the exam. But now Ye Qingxuan just felt confused, because everyone told him that there was no letter of introduction at all.
The dinner party had already begun. He was waiting at the door with Lao Fei in his arms, but he didn't know how long he would have to wait.
At the far doorway, Sidney was still lingering anxiously.
"Aren't you here yet? The dinner has started."
Sidney frowned and looked at his pocket watch, becoming even more irritated after seeing the lingering boy.
"Come here, why is he still here? Put him..."
Halfway through his words, he heard the sound of a carriage in the distance. Pulled by the black horse, the luxuriously decorated carriage stopped silently in front of the auditorium. The annoyance on Sidney's face was wiped away, and he trotted forward to meet him.
Ye Qingxuan turned back and looked at the carriage expectantly, hoping to see a messenger coming down and handing him his belated letter of introduction.
"I believe the messenger can't afford such a carriage."
There was a voice in his heart whispering quietly: "Did you see the gilt handle on his car door? A messenger who works with you for a year can't afford that thing."
The carriage slowly stopped and the door was pushed open.
But what came down was not a messenger, but a richly dressed young man. His face was pale, as if he had not seen the sun for a long time. His eyes were cold and arrogant.
"Master Banner!" Sidney wiped his sweat and walked up to him: "Why are you so late?"
"It's a little late to go out." The blond boy put his arm on his arm and got out of the carriage. He glanced at the auditorium lightly: "Isn't the dinner over yet?"
"Of course it's better to come earlier."
Sidney laughed along and murmured in a low voice: "You are only sixteen years old this year, and you are favored by Mr. Schumann. Your brother is already the chief of the senior class. If the Adrian family has another chief, the influence of this generation will be It can definitely be expanded again.”
"I know, that's why I came." Banner replied calmly.
"You don't have to worry about things, I have already arranged them."
Sidney lowered his voice: "After the dean has finished speaking, it will be your solo. Of all the candidates present, no one can compare with you. This is the first step for you to establish your reputation, and then I will... "
"Oh, that was really hard work."
Banner walked in front with an expressionless face, as if it had nothing to do with him.
When he saw Ye Qingxuan not far away, he frowned: "Who is he?"
"The rotten fruit of Lower City, an insignificant little person." Sidney didn't even look at him, urging him to leave quickly: "The dean has been here long ago, don't keep him waiting too long."
Banner nodded and looked back at the young man in front of him:
"Sorry, you blocked me, please let me pass."
It was only then that Ye Qingxuan realized that he was standing in front of him. Before he could react, he was pushed aside by Sidney. He staggered and stepped aside silently without saying anything.
Banner seemed to understand something when he saw the clothes on his body, and his eyes became friendly: "Stop waiting here. This is not a place for servants. Don't cause trouble to your master."
Ye Qingxuan opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but nothing came out.
Banner withdrew his gaze, stopped looking at him, and walked into the bright dinner party.
…
Ye Qingxuan was silent and lowered his head after a long time. He wanted to say that he was not a servant, but compared with these noble boys, what was he if he was not a servant
He is no longer the young master.
And he doesn’t have a letter of introduction, so what’s the point of staying here shamelessly
He didn't know what he was thinking, he just felt ridiculous. He shook his head and waved to Lao Fei: "Let's go, Lao Fei."
He said softly: "Let's go home."
"Why did you come here?"
But just as they were walking along the avenue, a panting man caught up with them. The middle-aged man was wearing a black school uniform and was stunned when he saw him:
"Come with me quickly."
"Huh?" Ye Qingxuan was stunned.
"Are you the new one? Didn't I tell you to wait at the back door? Did you come here like this?" He couldn't help but pull Ye Qingxuan up: "Don't be so stupid, I'm going to be late."
Ye Qingxuan was stunned for a moment: "Are you looking for me?"
"Of course, who else could I turn to?"
The middle-aged man pulled him and pulled him closer to a house. Ye Qingxuan always felt that something was wrong. There were waiters changing clothes everywhere. After seeing him, the waiters seemed to be used to it and said nothing.
A waiter who had just changed his coat suddenly laughed when he saw the middle-aged man coming in:
"John, have you found him?"
"This guy ran to the front for some reason. It's really disturbing."
John waved his hand impatiently, and then gave him a set of clothes: "Hurry up, hurry up, the kitchen is short of people!"
"Cook?"
Ye Qingxuan looked at the clothes in his arms blankly, and suddenly understood something...
He suddenly felt depressed and struggled to smile, but it was no better than crying: "Do I really look like a servant?"
…
Five minutes later, the white-haired boy who put on his uniform picked up the plate and straightened his tie in front of the mirror.
Well, it really looks like a servant... a ghost!
Along the way, he was involuntarily pushed and pushed by various people. In the end, when he didn't understand anything at all, he was already in the back kitchen.
The bustling kitchen was full of people coming and going.
"Hurry up, hurry up, the fruit plate at table 4 is gone..."
"Who knows where the champagne is? Champagne!"
"What should I do if the fruit is gone?"
"Why did you buy so many sausages? Damn it, you bastard of Purchasing read the form! You wrote the amount of fruit into the sausage... Wait, who does this dog belong to? Eh? It's quite cute... Come here Touch me."
In the back kitchen, the cook who was waving a shopping list and yelling was immediately stunned when she saw Lao Fei. She went up to touch him curiously. Lao Fei only had sausages in his eyes. He rarely said anything back when someone touched him. , I was just drooling over the sausage.
"Eh? You like sausages?"
The cook looked at Old Fei's greedy look and smiled, picked up two sausages and carefully placed them in front of him. Lao Fei pounced on it and started eating with open stomach. The cook carefully reached out and touched Lao Fei's back, and suddenly screamed in a low voice:
"Ah, look, look, the fur is so soft, I can touch it!"
The eyes of a group of girls who were chopping vegetables in the back kitchen suddenly lit up, and they all came over: "Ah, I want to touch it too."
"Yeah! So soft! Like a cushion..."
"so cute!"
Ye Qingxuan was speechless as he watched. He just wanted to say, are you all blind? When Lao Fei was dominating Lute on weekdays, he could just glare at that kid and not be scared to tears...
"Whose dog is this? Why haven't I seen it before?" The cook stood up and asked after touching it enough.
"Uh, that..." Ye Qingxuan raised his hand: "Mine."
The cook was stunned when she saw him: "Who are you?"
John: "Isn't he the newbie who got lost in your kitchen?"
"Asshole, the person you brought back is an Oriental, okay?" The cook pointed at Ye Qingxuan's white hair: "Where did you bring him back from?"
John was immediately dumbfounded.
"Nothing, nothing, I'm here to work too."
Ye Qingxuan quickly raised his hand to relieve the embarrassment. He sighed, guessing that he had no hope at the Royal Conservatory of Music, but at least he would do what he promised Lao Fei.
He glanced at Lao Fei, who was eating very happily, shook his head and sighed: "As long as you are happy."
The cook glanced at him and shook her head helplessly: "Forget it, that guy probably ran away because he thought the wages were too little. You can work here for one night. I will pay you the wages on time. If you are diligent, you can stay. .”
"Yeah."
Ye Qingxuan laughed.
"What is the kitchen doing? So slow?!"
Outside the kitchen, someone asked loudly: "Aren't the truffles and fish roe ready yet?"
"Okay, okay." The cook hurriedly started working, waving Ye Qingxuan's hand to help.
Ye Qingxuan just rolled up his sleeves when he saw someone walking in. The supervisor walked in sweating profusely: "Is there anyone in the back kitchen? There are not enough people in the front."
"There's nothing I can do, supervisor. School hasn't started yet, and all the school staff are on vacation. The committee suddenly said it would hold a banquet, and it's already the limit to get so many people together."
"Forget it, there's a shortage of people in front, you, you, you... come with me."
The supervisor casually named a few people, and finally pointed at Ye Qingxuan: "And you."
"ah?"
Ye Qingxuan was stunned.
…
…
In the hall, the crystal heads on the ceiling emit a soft light, which just illuminates the wide space without being dazzling. Oil paintings of the master hang on the white walls, and even the masonry on the ground has faint patterns, making it look delicate and solemn.
The band was playing soft music, and in a relaxed and happy atmosphere, the older people gathered together, deliberately leaving space and time for the young people.
Young people often stand together in groups of three or five, holding wine glasses and chatting in low voices. On the three long tables, there were all kinds of exquisite dishes that no one paid attention to. Only cold dishes and platters were occasionally visited.
In this pleasant atmosphere, the white-haired boy stood in the corner without any trace of existence, holding a tray and staring at the cups in the hands of all the guests.
As long as someone's glass is empty, this guy will appear out of nowhere with a groan, then hold a tray in his hand, politely, and ask in a soft tone that makes the back of his neck hairy:
"Sir, would you like champagne?"
Many people were shocked by his elusive speed, but Ye Qingxuan didn't care.
—The uncle poured you wine. What else do you have to complain about? It's fine if you don't spit in it.
While bored, he began to admire the oil paintings hanging in the hall.
The oil paintings seem to have been painted by famous artists, and the portraits in them are lifelike, each with a different look and temperament, just like a real person standing in front of him.
Anyone can understand at a glance that the objects depicted in these oil paintings are great masters who are at the top of countless musicians in the contemporary era.
—Twelve uncrowned kings!