"It seems that the overall situation is settled?"
In the carriage, Bai Xi stared at the silver plate on the floor.
The silver plate reflected the sunlight outside the carriage. There was a faint ray of sunlight lingering between the carriage and the Musicians Association in the distance. Finally, it shone on the silver plate and turned into scattered scattered light.
The scene in the hall emerged in the scattered light, slightly blurry, but everything the light touched was displayed on the silver plate.
If any alchemist saw it, he would definitely feel a pain in the ass, because no one would go to great lengths to imprint such a piece of music on a dinner plate, and also suppress the ether fluctuations miraculously. It's barely noticeable, just to peek into the scene in a hall not far away.
In fact, this little thing was really made by Hermes casually holding a dinner plate.
You have to ask him why he has a dinner plate... because he is now eating happily in his luxury carriage, holding a chicken drumstick in his hand and gnawing on the delicious food.
After a few days, this guy actually grew a few centimeters again and became slightly fatter. Moreover, during the overeating, the belly began to bulge and the buttons became tight.
I'm afraid that in a few months, he will transform from a feminine and weird boy into a fat foodie. I really don’t know what stimulation I received.
When he heard Bai Xi speak, he didn't even raise his head and just said, "Not necessarily. After all, people can lie, right?"
Bai Xi was stunned for a moment, a little in disbelief: "Does anyone think that Bart is lying? He is so miserable... "
"It's not just Bart, anyone can lie as long as they have a mouth. Why do you think that the 'masters' who serve as reviewers can't? If they are really determined to protect Ingmar, what will you see? That’s the true meaning of what’s called ‘lies’.”
As he spoke, Hermes wiped the grease stains on his mouth with his sleeve, and smiled mockingly: "However, most people's lies are lies. Masters lie, and what they say is regarded as 'truth'. And it makes people The sad thing is: most of the so-called truth comes from this.”
Bai Xi clicked his tongue, "How come these masters are all like gangsters who have been paid?"
"Masters are humans too, and ruffians are humans too. Is there any difference?"
Hermes asked, "Who can say that he has done nothing wrong? In the final analysis: it is too easy for people to do evil. Just grit your teeth, stamp your feet, and make your heart clear. Hands... The first half of the so-called "respect the old and love the young" means that you should respect people when they are old, not only respect their age, but also respect them for doing more evil things than you, and also respect what they will do in the future. The evil self."
"Can you spit out the chicken bones in your mouth when you talk?"
Bai Xi watched him wolfing down the food. No matter how many times she prayed in her heart that this cheap teacher would be hit and killed by a carriage, now she couldn't help but feel worried:
"You have been eating since two hours ago. Nothing will happen to you, right? Are you falling out of love?"
"Something happened, and it's not good, but it's much more satisfying than falling out of love, so I'll work up an appetite."
Hermes opened a bottle of champagne with his teeth, raised his head and drank a big sip, and breathed out happily: "Life is difficult, and eating is one of the few blessings. Bai Xi, you will also experience it in the future. The teacher's state of mind... However, although I am very grateful that you care about me so much, what you should be concerned about now is not the evaluation results inside? "
…
A handful of broken rice was spilled on the ground.
The white pigeons spread their wings and fell from the shelf like snowflakes, pecking at the food.
The soft sound of flowers and plants blowing in the wind is refreshing.
In the atrium and garden of the association, a young man was sitting on a bench, teasing the pigeons at his feet. In the distance, the sound of staggering footsteps gradually approached.
After not seeing each other for a few minutes, Ye Qingxuan almost didn't recognize Ingmar.
His face was pale, and his expression no longer showed any joy, only a look of embarrassment and haggardness.
As if he was about to be burned by the afternoon sun, he dodged the sun, staggered and walked in the shadows, muttering to himself.
It seemed like a curse, it seemed like an excuse, and it seemed like vague babble.
When he saw the young man sitting quietly in front of him, his staggering steps stopped abruptly.
This was probably the worst chance encounter ever.
"Ye Qingxuan..." He murmured hoarsely.
Ye Qingxuan looked back at him with a cold expression, as if he was examining his embarrassed appearance. His expression twitched, and he instinctively wanted to walk away, but in the end his dignity made him stay where he was.
He also looked at Ye Qingxuan, staring intently, as if there was a will-o'-the-wisp burning in his numb eyes. However, as he watched, he couldn't help but laugh. His smile was extremely ugly, full of complexity and self-deprecation:
"I didn't expect that I tried my best not to lose to Abraham, but I actually fell into your hands..."
"If you want to think so, just think so."
Ye Qingxuan looked away and said calmly, "It would be more embarrassing to lose to me anyway."
"Don't be too naive, kid..."
Ingmar gritted his teeth and said hoarsely: "Who will lose and who will win has not yet been decided. Do you think I don't know about your affair with that bitch Laura? Don't be kidding! She can't decide by herself. Any questions. Do you think you have a chance to win?"
Ye Qingxuan was unmoved and just asked: "Isn't it?"
“…”
Ingmar's face turned purple, his expression twitched, and he gritted his teeth and asked: "Since you thought you were sure to win, why did you involve Bart? Why..."
"It's very simple."
Ye Qingxuan sprinkled a handful of broken rice, raised his head, and smiled heartily in the sun: "Because you didn't lose badly enough, Ingmar, that result is too easy for you."
"Ye Qingxuan!"
Ingmar roared, "Don't be too desperate!"
"Well, that's the truth. You're right."
The young man nodded and put away his smile.
In the sun, he opened his palms, and the broken rice grains fell from his palms, and several white pigeons flew up to peck at them. The pure white wings intertwined in the air, scattering the sunlight and shrouding the young man's face in a blur of light and shadow.
He looked at the flying white doves and seemed to be saying to himself:
"What a pity. I understand the truth, but why are the pigeons so big?"
…
…
In the long corridor, sunlight fell, cutting through the darkness and casting a sharp shadow.
Butler was walking absentmindedly, but saw Master Heisenberg sitting on the corner in front of him. He was stunned for a moment, nodded, and continued to move forward.
But when passing by, my steps couldn't help but stop.
Master Heisenberg looked up at him and took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket. He hesitated, took it, lit it and took two deep breaths, then suddenly choked and coughed.
He is older than he was then. This made him extremely sad.
He held a cigarette and sat next to Heisenberg, and the two were silent.
Until a long time later, he whispered: "Anta, I'm starting to feel confused."
"It's just indecisive." Heisenberg said calmly, "You have always been like this, only avoiding problems. So the teacher finally chose me."
"Yes, you are decisive and much better than me."
Barthelmi sighed in frustration, stroking the sparse white hair on his head with a bitter expression: "Anta, do you still remember what happened before?"
"Before? How could you not remember?"
Talking about the past, Heisenberg also showed a look of nostalgia on his sinister face: "Back then, everyone liked you, but I was just an unsociable guy who was hated by everyone. How many times did I look at you from a distance? You were together and wanted to be like you... At that time, I envied you. Later, the book of inheritance was stolen, and the classics were found in my room. I was punished and had to guard six In the abyss of the moon, I missed the inheritance festival."
Butler was smoking a cigarette and his voice was hoarse:
"That thing was actually done by me. I framed you."
"I know." Heisenberg nodded.
"I regret it."
"I know too."
Heisenberg said, "So, I never envy you anymore."
Bartholomew was silent.
Master Heisenberg turned back and looked at his "old friend". Looking at this man who had been devastated by this and was no longer involved in any fights, his eyes became pitiful and complicated.
"It's all over, Bartholomew, it's all over," he said. "Thanks to you, I am no longer weak and have become what I am now."
"This is my fault." Barthelmi lowered his head: "Anta, I don't want to make another mistake."
"The House also sent you a letter, right?"
Heisenberg saw through his pain, "If you reject them, most of your future research funding will be cut off, and you will no longer be able to continue research. This is the reason for your pain. - You cannot face yourself."
"What do you think I should do?"
"That's your problem, not mine."
Heisenberg glanced at him one last time: "In life, sometimes you have to do evil things for yourself, right? You are afraid of yourself like this, but I am not afraid."
He got up and left.
Barthelmi was left sitting alone in the quiet courtyard.
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…
When Ye Qingxuan returned to the hall, there was still no one in the hall.
The masters have not returned yet, and the scholars and reporters who are observing are not allowed to enter here until the court is reopened. The hall is deserted and silent.
The attendant carefully removed the curtain from the Order, and after that, there was no one there.
After Archbishop Mephistopheles proved that the interpretation method was effective, the sect had left - this was the sect's style as always. Followers of God should not get involved in these matters of fame and fortune.
However, after Bishop Mephistopheles left, Ye Qingxuan suddenly became worried that the council would have an unexpected incident.
"Over there...little brother, come over here."
Behind the royal curtain, a clear voice suddenly came, like a little boy. Ye Qingxuan was startled when he heard this. After hesitating for a moment, he stood in front of the curtain.
The Iron Knight guarding the curtain remained motionless, as if he had not heard anything, and did not cut him in half with a sword because he approached the royal residence without permission.
"Go further inside." A voice like a child urged.