Up to this point, there are no other words.
These are Ye Lanzhou's last notes, his last essay.
For the world, for morality, maybe to save mankind, for some other noble things... From beginning to end, he never mentioned his wife and son.
"It turns out...it's really you..."
For a long, long time, Ye Qingxuan closed the note in silence: "It's really you."
In the dim light, he leaned on the carriage chair and closed his eyes weakly.
"this world?"
What are you doing for the world
Silently, the notes were shattered by the ether and fell to the ground, like falling snow.
In the ripples of angry music theory, chaotic aftermath spreads, and nature interferes.
The swirling snow powder burned silently, and the dim sparks floated, disappearing from this world.
Ye Qingxuan stared at the bunch of dim sparks and murmured softly:
"—Fuck the world!"
…
A long time ago, Ye Qingxuan heard a joke: a peasant woman went to the city to buy a basket of eggs and went home. Because she was pretty, a group of gangsters teased her and wanted to drag her into the woods.
The peasant woman refused to obey, burst out with great strength, and fought with the gangsters. The gangsters were shocked by her integrity. They knelt down in shame and confessed their evil thoughts and begged for forgiveness.
"What a big deal."
The peasant woman patted the soil on her body disdainfully and said:
"I thought you were going to steal my eggs."
For so many years, Ye Qingxuan has wandered in this world, homeless and lost so many things. He loved his mother in his heart and hated Ye Lanzhou.
But he always felt that Ye Lanzhou had his own reasons.
There must be a reason for him to do this.
Maybe he was trying to protect the family.
Perhaps it was to get rid of the fate of Ye's dragon blood. Perhaps it is because of the persecution and conspiracy of the Hundred-Eyed Ones. Maybe it's for some other unfathomable secret...
So he had to do it.
Ye Qingxuan had been cleaning him up in his heart for more than ten years.
As a result, Ye Lanzhou told him: I did this for this egg.
so funny.
Fuck your eggs.
Fuck Ye Lanzhou!
This world is so cold and ugly, as if it is always snowing. Walking barefoot in it, you feel the heart-wrenching coldness with every step.
There are so many people who should love it more, guard it more, and sacrifice something for it.
But even if the first hundred people in the order die, it will never be your turn!
You love the world so much, but the world doesn’t love you.
What an irony.
what a pity.
Ye Qingxuan only felt that his life was extremely funny, like a joke. After spending more than ten years of effort to come here and find the truth, he found that Ye Lanzhou only wanted to be an unknown hero from the beginning to the end.
Well, go ahead and be your unknown hero and die heroically somewhere no one knows.
For some reason, Ye Qingxuan suddenly wanted to return to Root Town.
Perhaps, I should have inherited the priest's position and spent the rest of my life as a respected priest and maintenance man in that seaside town, free from disasters and illnesses.
He lowered his head and stroked the Holy Emblem. He missed his teacher a little, Bai Xi and Xiaer, and Lao Fei a little.
He finally made up his mind to leave here after this matter was over.
For the rest of his life, he had nothing to do with this inexplicable title, this surname, or the hero who abandoned his wife.
The carriage stopped.
Ye Qingxuan opened the door.
"Thanks, Wolf Flute, I owe you this time." He turned around and said goodbye.
Langdi looked at his tired expression and shook his head slightly: "Maybe I should have let you know earlier."
"There's nothing I should or shouldn't do. You've done enough for me."
Ye Qingxuan rubbed his forehead: "I'm a little sleepy today, I won't go tomorrow."
Langdi was stunned for a moment, then laughed.
"Congratulations. When you wake up, I'm afraid you will be a genuine interference-level musician."
"Wolf Flute..."
The young man looked back at him with complicated eyes.
"Huh?" Langdi was stunned.
"The tragedies of my life are all caused by ether."
Ye Qingxuan smiled, full of self-deprecation: "Lola is right, if there are other choices, I actually don't want to be a musician."
In the cold wind of late night, the boy turned and left.
Wolf Flute watched in silence as his back walked into the embassy's door and disappeared into the depths of the courtyard.
For some reason, he suddenly recalled that boy back then.
The white-haired boy walked into the blazing sunshine with a smile and embarked on his own future.
The scene is vivid in my mind, as if it was not long ago.
He lowered his head, sighed softly, lit the last cigarette, and exhaled the sadness and smoke in his heart.
"Little Ye Zi, it seems that you have really grown up."
…
…
Under the same night sky, Charles opened the window.
The cold wind blew in from the window. He breathed into his palms and rubbed his hands. In the cold wind, he shuddered, and his sleepiness gradually dissipated.
The clock turned to four o'clock.
There are still two or three hours before daybreak.
After dormant for a long time, they finally moved from the shabby warehouse to the hotel, but only Constantine and Charles were there.
The others seemed to have been secretly arranged to leave the Holy City and take ships to the New World colonies.
They were the only two left in the Holy City.
It was a nice stay. This villa was beautifully decorated and everything was missing. There is meat for every meal and enough bread.
However, they are still being "protected".
It seems that the Revolutionary Army has always found it difficult to trust Constantine again after being rescued from prison. Even after several reviews, he still was not told where the Revolutionary Army's new stronghold in the Holy City was.
As Constantine's secretary and attendant, Charles naturally suffered heavy inspections.
And the Winter Veil Festival is approaching day by day. It seems that there is only half a month left, and the investigation is still making no progress.
There were several letters exchanged between Constantine and Gaius. Due to Constantine's eye disease, Charles did the writing and reading of the letters, but the two people never talked about anything substantive. Just take care of each other's bodies.
I'm afraid, the two of them also know that just communicating through letters can't solve any problems, right
Constantine has been opposing Gaius's measures and actions in the Holy City, even though he rescued himself from prison against the will of everyone.
Gaius's attitude towards him became increasingly cold, and in his last letter, there was a faint feeling of "doing it for yourself", which made people feel even worse.
Thinking of this, Charles couldn't help but sigh and looked sad.
Behind him, the bedroom door opened.
"Ciel?"
Constantine took off his glasses and glanced at him: "Aren't you asleep yet?"
"When you wake up and can't sleep, open the window to get some air."
Ciel asked: "Did I wake you up?"
"As people get older, they can't sleep well and have a bit of insomnia." Constantine threw the book on the table: "After flipping through the book for a while, I still couldn't fall asleep. I found that you didn't sleep either, so I wanted to come out and have a drink with you. .”
"OK."
Charles closed the window, took a bottle of wine from the wine cabinet, and prepared his things. There was also an ice tray prepared in the kitchen. After pouring in the water, Ciel shook it slightly, and the sound of freezing came from inside.
"nailed it?"
Constantine looked at his relaxed and carefree expression with a bit of envy: "No matter how many times I see it, I still feel that the musician is really convenient."
"I'm not a musician yet, this is just a small skill that can't be put on the stage."
Charles smiled helplessly: "When I was young, my teacher often teased me with this technique. When I grew up, I discovered that the biggest function of this technique is to make smoothies for myself."
"Well, here's to the great musician."
Constantine took the lead in picking up the wine glass, and Charles followed him and drank it all.
The two chatted about many trivial topics. Chatting with Constantine was a very interesting thing, and you always had a good time chatting.
After a few drinks, Ciel became happy and wanted to talk to him about the happy days when he was drunk and ran naked on the streets in Avalon.
He shuddered at the thought.
After all, my identity is different from before. If I drink too much and run out on the street out of habit... I will be caught as a pervert and miss the mark. But it's cold and running naked can easily catch a cold!
He suddenly became more awake.
"Mr. Constantine."
He hesitated for a long time, but couldn't help but ask: "The Commander-in-Chief... what kind of person is he?"
"General?" Constantine thought for a long time and then smiled, "You mean Gaius?"
"Yeah." Charles nodded and explained: "Well, didn't you say you would meet with the commander-in-chief in two days? You know who I am. Find out more about me in advance to avoid saying the wrong thing later."
Constantine seemed to understand something and couldn't help but smile:
"Are you afraid that I won't take you with me?"
Ciel scratched his head in embarrassment.
"Actually, this is not a very hidden secret. Everything Gaius did was actually witnessed by the world."
Constantine said calmly: "It's just that many people think he is a madman, and I think so too."
Ciel was stunned.
He didn't expect to hear such a comment from Constantine.
He had always felt that Gaius and Constantine had known each other for decades and had a tacit trust in each other, but he never expected that in Constantine's eyes, the leader of the revolutionary army who kept countless people awake at night was the most deserving criminal in the world. , turned out to be a madman.
"Perhaps Gaius was once one of the most sane men in the world."
Constantine smiled and raised his head to drink: "But after being driven to the edge time and time again by what you believe in deeply, how much sanity can you still have left?"
Ciel looked at him, confused.
"You know, right? He is a Romulus, a people of demons."
Constantine pointed to his chest: "He was born with two hearts, one left and one right. The Romulus people believe that only heroes with destiny will have them. From the moment he was discovered, he became the elder's heart. Apprentice, that was the beginning of his lifelong journey of betrayal. The wandering people desperately needed a guide, and he thought so. Until he discovered that no matter how well he did it from the inside, he could not save Romulus. At that time, he betrayed everyone's expectations. He left Auschwitz, went to the Holy City, and never returned until Auschwitz was in ruins."
At this point, Constantine fell silent, and after a long time he said softly: "He spent his whole life trying to complete his mission, but in the end he was abandoned by his mission. At first, he wanted to save his compatriots, and later, he Betrayed his compatriots. Then, he believed deeply in the light of the Holy City, but after witnessing the death of Ye Lanzhou, he was completely disappointed in the Holy City. He wanted to redeem the human world, but found that the human world refused him to redeem... Now, Gai Us wanted to reshape order and create a better era. Unfortunately, that era didn't seem to love him."
When he said this, Constantine couldn't help but laugh, his smile full of mockery: "He is such a contradictory person. Does it sound like he will disappoint you, Charles?"
Charles was silent for a long time, scratching his head: "He sounds like a very pitiful person, sir."
"Pitiful?"
Constantine was stunned for a moment, and then he couldn't help laughing: "Maybe, it's because of such pitiful people that the world will not be peaceful."
Charles looked at him and asked tentatively: "Then you...can't persuade him to stop?"
"Ciel, you know what? A sense of duty is the devil's gift."
Constantine lowered his head to drink the wine and said calmly: "It is packaged in a high-sounding way to conceal its vicious nature. Countless people become crazy because of it and are willing to die. If it is not satisfied, it will make people stay up all night. Unable to sleep, feeling the pain of suffering in hell. Even if I die, I can't close my eyes. Over the years, so many people have died because of Gaius and sacrificed for him. If he stops, so many sacrifices will be in vain. Yes. Do you understand, Ciel? The death of so many people has turned into a curse, turning the sense of mission into a demon, entangled in his life. He can no longer stop, even if I stand in his way in front.”
Ciel was silent.
Constantine looked at his sad look, stretched out his hand, and roughly rubbed his hair: "There are so many people in the world, why is it your turn to feel sorry for him? Come on, Charles, let us toast him."
He put the wine glass into Ciel's hand and raised it high: "To Gaius, to the revolution, to the fucking world, cheers!"
Constantine raised his head, drank it all, and fell drunk on the chair.
He had completely finished the entire bottle of liquor.
He lay on the sofa and fell into a trance. He seemed to have seen something, so he smiled and softly chanted in a foreign language:
“Indegenusdurumsums, experimentsquelabarum… Etdocumentsdamusquasinusoriginsnati… ”
Since then, we as human beings have suffered, experienced hardships, and become cold and cold, to prove the stone nature of our bodies.