"No, I like to take it myself."
A hand gently reached into his arms and took away his money bag, "Unfortunately, this money is not enough, you have to pay some more interest."
With that said, Vito knelt down.
Seeing Martin's fearful expression, he couldn't help but smile. He reached out and grabbed Martin's wrist and looked at his palm.
"Your hands are so good, slender and flexible, and so white. I heard that your father wanted you to become a musician. He hired a violinist to teach you when you were a child, and he applied various oils every day to maintain them... Such good hands , it must be very precious, right?”
Martin was stunned, and his face suddenly turned pale. He finally understood what Vito wanted to do.
"You madman! If you dare to do that, my father will not let you go!" He screamed and struggled hard: "I swear, you will regret it!"
Vito sighed: "Actually, I started to regret it half an hour ago."
Snap!
There was a crisp sound of bone cracking, and Martin's scream cut through the silence. In Vito's hand, his little finger turned up abnormally, reached the back of his hand, and was broken.
"It was my fault that I decided to let you go last time."
Snap! Snap!
"I won't make the same mistake a second time."
Snap! Snap! Snap! Snap!
Amidst the continuous crisp sounds, Martin screamed so loudly that it almost woke up the lights in the distance.
Vito gently let go of his hand and stood up from the ground.
"In half an hour, even if you take your hand back, it won't be as good as before."
He looked down at Martin with pity and sighed softly: "What a pity. In this case, even if you go to the Holy City, there won't be much hope of becoming a musician, right?"
As Martin cried, he clapped his hands and turned to leave.
…
In the darkness, he looked back at Martin rolling on the ground in the distance, and scratched his head helplessly.
"Oh, I forgot on impulse that this fat guy's father is still a secretary. It seems that I won't be able to survive in Root Town in the future."
He sighed softly: "If I run away now, I don't know if it's too late..."
In the silence, he turned around and saw the golden retriever in the distance. He smiled and waved:
"Old Fei! Can't you sleep either?"
Lao Fei squatted on the ground, looked at him silently, then tilted his head and licked his dirty hair. It looks like he occasionally can't sleep and goes out for a walk.
Just the sharp teeth were put away silently, no longer looking for the smells wafting in the wind.
Even his violent eyes softened.
"Sorry, I have to run away."
Vito knelt down and looked at the old dog, scratching his head helplessly: "I'm afraid that guy's only friend will be you in the future. What should I do? You can't even speak, wouldn't he want to Are you having trouble with boredom?"
Lao Fei seemed to understand, rolled his eyes, and slapped his face with his tail.
"Ahaha, I'm sorry, I forgot that you can understand me. You are much better than Ye Zi who only pretends not to understand!"
Vito touched Lao Fei's back, and his tone softened: "But, that guy has always been like this, right? He doesn't say anything to others, and when he is bullied, he only fights with others by himself. Sometimes. His expression was so ferocious that you couldn't tell that he was scared... He obviously didn't have any talent, but he still wanted to be a musician, and thought of talking in his sleep. It was as if he would die if he couldn't become a musician. Even I could tell that he had no hope. Ah. What do you think he is thinking..."
He read slowly, and Lao Fei listened quietly.
It wasn't until a long time later that he smiled bitterly, clapped his hands, stood up, and turned to leave.
After walking for many steps, he turned around and saw Lao Fei still looking at him. He laughed and waved goodbye: "Go back, Lao Fei, I'm leaving."
He paused and walked into the darkness:
"But if you stay with him, at least he won't be so lonely."
…
…
For some reason, Ye Qingxuan dreamed of the past. Things that happened a long time ago... things that he once thought he would forget.
At that time, he was walking alone in the darkness.
But in the darkness, someone called his name.
There were noises, banging on doors, footsteps, screams, and breaking china.
"Little Yezi, little Yezi... don't be afraid."
There was a woman hugging him hard, warm and familiar, like sunshine. She stuffed Ye Qingxuan into the cupboard, held his cheek and looked at him. Her pupils were like emeralds, but they were gleaming with tears.
"Stay here, don't make a sound, don't be afraid."
The cupboard door was closed, and Ye Qingxuan stood blankly in the darkness, looking around hesitantly. He heard noises, banging on the door, and footsteps again. His mother was screaming and asking angrily. Someone rushed into the hall, smashed the Oriental porcelain, and the pure white porcelain fell into the mud.
He vaguely heard someone shouting:
"Musician Ye Lanzhou violated the ban yesterday and committed a felony before escaping and killing six royal musicians. After the ruling of the House of Lords, Ye Lanzhou was included in the wanted list. All family properties will be liquidated and confiscated to compensate for the national losses..."
He huddled in the cupboard and closed his eyes in fear.
Darkness strikes again.
As the world turned around, he heard his mother crying, and tears fell on his face. When he opened his eyes with difficulty, he could only see darkness and a coldness as if he had fallen into an ice cellar.
"Sir, please save him. This child has a high fever... He is dying."
His mother hugged him so warmly, but he still couldn't help but feel cold. She no longer looked graceful and elegant, nor did she look like a noble lady anymore. Instead, she looked like a crazy woman, kneeling in the square, pulling hard on everyone's trousers, and then being kicked away.
"Go away, you damn beggar."
It's so cold, it's snowing, it's cold, it's cold...
Ye Qingxuan closed his eyes and heard his mother's cry.
In the darkness, he covered his ears, but the sounds still got into his head.
"Little Ye Zi, run quickly!"
"Little Ye Zi, don't be afraid."
…
"Little Ye Zi, from now on, you are alone."
He felt his mother caressing his cheek, caressing him for the last time, smiling and crying: "I can't hold on any longer."
Ye Qingxuan looked at her blankly: she was so beautiful, even though she looked like a beggar, she always had gentleness and kindness between her eyebrows, and she endured the torture of this world with a smile. Now, the torture of this world to her is finally coming to an end, but why does she feel so sad
She used her last strength to wrap a slender string around the child's finger, round and round, forming a ring like a ring. "This is the only thing your father has left."
"With it, you won't be afraid."
She hugged her child with difficulty and repeated over and over again: "Don't be afraid! Don't be afraid..."
Until Ye Qingxuan was no longer afraid, until she lost her breath.
She is dead.
…
Ye Qingxuan opened his eyes, he was still lying in the room.
It's early morning now, it's still dark.
The window was open, the night and the sound of rain flowed in from the window, and it was raining. Through the window, a black carriage could be vaguely seen passing through the street.
Rain fell from the edges of the windows and splintered on the ground. It was the splash of water droplets that woke him up, so there were still traces of water in the corners of his eyes.
He got up from his bed and stared at the rain outside the window, his thumb twirling the ring on his index finger, silent.
"Ye Qingxuan, you have been here for five years."
A voice in his heart whispered:
"Are you still scared?"
…
…
In this sudden rainy night, everything was silent.
The black carriage came from afar and stopped quietly in front of the church. The coachman knocked on the door again and again. It wasn't until a long time later that the door finally opened.
Father Ben, who had not slept all night, came out holding a candlestick and looked at the coachman coldly:
"You're late."
Under Ben's overlook, the coachman was stunned for a moment, trying to explain incoherently.
"Mr. Benn, please don't argue with him. He is just an ordinary coachman."
A tired voice sounded from the carriage: "It's better to say that you care about me... I think I'm in big trouble."
Ben frowned and vaguely smelled the scent of sweet orangutan. When he opened the car door, the smell of blood was a hundred times thicker. The light of the candle illuminated the dark carriage and the young man's face.
A man who looked to be in his twenties fell into the carriage. He was wearing a black stand-up collared trench coat, leaning half of his body against the carriage. His face was pale when illuminated by the light. Now he was breathing hard, and every exhalation seemed like he had no strength to breathe.
Under Father Ben's scrutiny, he forced out a smile, as if trying to show off his strength: "Sorry, I'm late, there was something wrong on the way."
As he spoke, he released his hand from his waist, which was covered in blood.
Blood seeped out from his waist and stained the black windbreaker. Blood fell to the ground along his pants, forming a pool of blood. The pool of blood spread, and finally flowed into the rain along the crack of the car door, leaving a red trail that gradually dissipated in the rain.
"It's not easy to grab a carriage in the middle of the night. Can you help me pay that poor man?"
The young man's face twitched in pain, and he forced a smile: "Look, it's not very convenient for me to pay now."
"Are you the 'Wolf Whisper' mentioned in the letter?" Father Ben's face remained indifferent. He was holding the candlestick and asking questions in a rigid manner, and he would not give up until he saw the token.
Langdi lowered his head and sighed helplessly: "You are as unkind as the rumors say."
As he spoke, he raised his arm twitchingly, and the wound was pulled by the muscles, causing another burst of intense pain. The necklace was pulled out of the neckline, revealing the decoration at the end.
A wolf head made of pig iron with his number written on it.
Father Ben stared at it until Wolf Flute felt that he was about to die, then nodded lightly and threw something to the groom.
"follow me."
The driver looked down at the thing in his hand and was stunned.
It was just a gold coin, but the material was made of lapis lazuli, which only existed as a "precious metal reserve" and credit guarantee in the sect's bank. It was even rarer than the currencies issued by various countries and rarely circulated in the market. Such a small piece is enough for him to buy a new carriage!
"Thank you, sir, for the reward! Thank you, sir!"
He was surprised and bowed to the priest, speaking incoherently.
"Fuck, can you hurry up?"
Behind him, Wolf Flute groaned: "I'm really about to die..."