"Ah! Look, everyone, what a beautiful moonlight!"
On the highest floor of the Tower of Judgment, under the quiet moonlight, someone stared at the moonlight beyond the iron bars and chanted intoxicatedly.
There was a dead silence behind the surrounding cell bars, and everyone couldn't help but cover their faces.
The young man didn't seem to notice it at all. He turned around and said expectantly: "It's a beautiful time, why don't I play music for everyone."
Someone's expression changed drastically: "No! Charles, wait..."
"Oh oh oh~ oh oh oh~ oh oh oh~ oh oh oh~"
Charles was minding his own business and sang passionately, full of intoxication: "The beautiful scenery of the Holy City, God in June~ The spring rain is like wine, the willows are like smoke~ We are destined to meet each other thousands of miles away~ It's hard to hold hands if we don't have the chance~ We have cultivated together for ten years Pandu, after a hundred years of practice, we can sleep together~"
That damn song passed through the iron bars and echoed in everyone's ears, repeating over and over again: "If it's a thousand years, there's good fortune~ The white heads are united in front of you~ If it's the thousand years, there's good luck~ The white heads are united In front of me~ la la la la la la~”
The prisoners couldn't help but cover their faces and rummaged through boxes and cabinets in search of earplugs.
Until finally, the closest victim - his cellmate, the strong man with a beard, finally couldn't bear the torture, suddenly broke the handle of the toothbrush and put it against his throat.
"Shut up Ciel!"
He gritted his teeth and made up his mind: "Otherwise, I will kill myself immediately and send you to a solitary room!"
"No! If you don't like it, I can change it to another one."
Charles was stunned and looked sad: "I was a talented musician back then. Do you know that I have a level 10 triangle? It's very powerful! Don't believe it? I'll show it to you..."
"As long as you shut up! Let me sleep well and stop bothering me!" the strong man roared.
The prisoners in the cells next to him made echoing noises, angrily scolding the source of the noise that had recently pushed them to the brink of collapse.
Listening to those critical voices, Charlotte's eyes suddenly became filled with tears, and he looked extremely depressed and pitiful.
He blinked his big eyes and looked at his roommate, full of expectation: "Don't you feel very moved after hearing this and look at me differently? According to the routine, it should be like this! Is it because I can't sing well? Okay? Give me another chance, I will definitely... "
"Listen, Ciel."
The roommate pressed his shoulder and used all his patience to comfort him: "I know that after you were arrested, you felt that the future was very gloomy and that there was no hope from now on, so you desperately wanted to join the revolutionary army. But with all due respect, We won't accept people like you...even if they are outside..."
“…”
Charles was stunned, in disbelief, and he came closer and pointed at his face: "Look at me, brother, I can be considered a talent after all! Why don't you think about it again?"
The strong man's expression twitched and he turned away firmly.
Be firm.
"Damn it, you don't have anything like this!" Charles panicked: "I came in because you committed a crime. If you don't protect me, what will I do? And the bald man next door has been looking at me every time he goes out recently. Butt, I’m so scared.”
"fart!"
The strong man was furious: "That bald man is my cousin. He has been squinting for five years!"
"Well… "
Charlotte suddenly became embarrassed: "Don't be angry. It's easy for everyone to discuss. Why don't you think about it?"
The strong man's expression was livid, his fingers were squeezing loudly, he couldn't bear it anymore.
But as soon as he raised his hand, Charles collapsed on the ground, like overcooked noodles, hugging his thigh, tears streaming down his face: "Brother, just show your noble hand and accept me! Wow, oh, oh, I really want to To be a revolutionary army... I am sincere!"
The prisoners didn't expect this bastard to be so shameless. He didn't even fight before he just surrendered and hugged his thighs. Then he bowed his head and bowed. They suddenly felt a sticky and disgusting feeling like they had stepped on brown candy. They all had weird expressions and couldn't help but shout. Swearing angrily.
Until finally, an old voice came from the cell opposite.
"Go to sleep."
In the darkness where the moonlight could not shine, the old man leaning against the wall sighed softly, "It's getting late."
As soon as the words were spoken, everyone returned to silence.
Even the furious strong man calmed down, lay back on his bed, and stopped talking.
In the embarrassing silence, only Ciel, who was paralyzed on the ground, could not understand the situation and looked around blankly.
No one paid any attention to him.
After a long time, he got up helplessly and sighed sadly: It seems that the road to undercover is really long and arduous!
But just as he was getting ready to sleep, the old man's hoarse voice came from behind.
"your name."
"ah?"
Charles was stunned for a moment, then turned around and saw that in the cell opposite, the old man had stood up at some point.
He walked into the moonlight and stood in front of the railing, looking at the confused young man in the cell opposite.
He is very old, with white hair, and does not look majestic. He looks like an old scholar. His eyes are green. When he stares at others, he is like a stone statue carved by an artist - after so much time. After years of hard work, just the rough edges and corners make people feel awe and heartbreak.
That's Constantine.
"Your name." Constantine repeated without any impatience.
"Uh, Xia, Xiaer..."
"Ciel?"
Constantine thought for a moment and nodded slowly: "That's a good name. I heard that you are a musician from Angelou?"
"That's right, the Department of Music History at the Royal Conservatory of Music is very impressive. Let me tell you, I graduated with results that broke the record of the past ten years!"
Charlotte immediately began to brag shamelessly. Anyway, he was the only one to graduate from the music history department in the past ten years, so he could still be considered a record-breaker.
"That's right." Constantine thought thoughtfully and nodded slightly: "Go to bed and chat with me tomorrow."
"Ah?" Charles was stunned, and then he was overjoyed: "Ah! Okay, okay! What do you always want to talk about? Can I prepare it in advance?"
Constantine smiled, turned around, and went back to the hospital.
Charles stared at him blankly for a long time. After receiving no reply, he lay back on his bed in confusion.
No matter what...it seems that his plan to break into the inside is about to succeed
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The next day, early morning.
As early winter comes to an end, the weather is getting colder.
The water vapor froze, and a layer of fine ice flowers condensed on the steel walls of the Holy City.
The pedestrians were all wearing thick clothes and cotton clothes, looking bloated and fat. Mr. Hu was not exempt from the customs, so he added a large cloak and rubbed his fingers in the cold wind.
In front of the station in the Holy City, people were coming and going.
Mr. Hu stood at the foot of the steps outside the crowd, staring into the distance silently.
Next to him, the sad eunuch Zhao whispered: "Mr. Hu, let's go. The people in charge have urged our family many times. If we don't leave, we won't be able to catch the afternoon boat."
"Wait." Mr. Hu smiled in a low voice: "Wait a little longer."
Soon, hurried footsteps sounded, and a young man in a black coat stepped on the frost on the ground. His long white hair was draped over his shoulders, with a steely color.
"Sorry, I'm late."
Ye Qingxuan looked apologetic: "Something happened last night, so I slept a little late."
Mr. Hu nodded, and when he saw that his hands were empty, he suddenly understood: "It seems that you are not planning to go back?"
"kindness."
Ye Qingxuan nodded, "I won't go back for the time being. There are still many people I care about here, and I want to keep them safe."
Mr. Hu fell silent.
He stared at the young man in front of him, then stretched out his hand after a long time and patted his shoulder: "It doesn't matter, as long as you have made a decision in your heart. I won't force it. I can't force this kind of thing."
The bell rang again.
Nine o'clock arrived.
"It's time to leave. If you don't leave, we'll be here again."
Mr. Hu looked back at the station behind him and withdrew his gaze: "It's great to see you to see me off before I leave."
"Have a nice trip, sir." Ye Qingxuan said goodbye.
Mr. Hu smiled and took a few steps back. He cupped his hands and said goodbye. His big cloak spread like crane wings in the wind, which was indescribably cool.
“It’s been so many years since I passed away, and I don’t know when we will see each other again.”
He looked at Ye Qingxuan with pleased eyes: "I hope you will take this seriously."
Ye Qingxuan nodded and stood in the distance, watching him turn around and leave, disappearing into the crowd.
After a long time, he sighed sadly.
"Sir, take care of yourself too."
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In the station, among the bustling crowd.
Mr. Hu turned around reluctantly, as if he could still see the young man standing there, and couldn't help but feel a little sad.
Maybe he is really getting old. When he was young, he followed his teacher and traveled hundreds of thousands of miles, but now he has become a little weak and afraid of leaving.
But at that moment, Mr. Hu's footsteps stopped abruptly.
His senses told him:
Something is coming.
It was as if the world had become silent, everyone's movements became extremely slow, and dust particles could be seen in his pair of burning red-gold pupils.
He raised his head, staring at every face he passed by, and finally looked ahead, at the travelers walking forward among the turbulent crowd.
The traveler seemed to have come from a far away place, but he did not bring any salutes. He was just wearing a tattered robe, and his hair was disheveled and neglected.
Noticing his eyes, she looked up, thought about it, and smiled.
The face was ordinary.
But Mr. Hu's eyes changed, becoming more and more fiery, like a flame, burning with evil intent condensed into substance. Every cell in every part of his body was trembling with ecstasy, eager to kill and fight.
Inexplicably, those who want to go all out, no matter what, are here to fight with this person who has never met before.
Under the black cloak, the hands in the sleeves were clenched tightly, holding back the urge to take action.
For the first time in my life, for no reason...
Want to kill someone.
But the traveler didn't seem to notice it, just smiled and passed him by.
For a moment, Mr. Hu fell into a trance.
But in a daze, the red-gold eyes finally saw through the disguise, and he saw hundreds of hands and thousands of eyes extending from the figure, covering the sky and the sun. In an instant, the earth trembled, the sky cracked, and the tribulation fire covered the world.
He was frozen in place, sweating profusely, and his face was pale.
For a long, long time, he stepped forward and finally saw the confused Eunuch Zhao.
"Mr. Hu, what's wrong with you?" He came forward and asked in a low voice: "Is it some sudden illness? Please don't blind our family."
"Grandpa, don't worry." Mr. Hu smiled bitterly, "This is probably... life, right?"
He turned back and stared at the huge city behind him.
Perhaps there really is a destiny in the dark, intertwining all living beings, but it cruelly placed that young man in the center of the storm and whirlpool.
Ye Qingxuan, take care.
This place is no longer a good place.
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…
At the same time, the sloppy traveler grabbed the silent young man in front of the station.
"Excuse me."
He stumbled and asked in common language: "Excuse me, this... location, how about leaving?"