"Hey, don't you know..."
Edmund wanted to say something, but Bradley raised his hand to indicate that he did not need to speak.
"The vitality of young people is always enviable." He maintained a gentle smile and wrote a new check: "I am willing to pay twenty..."
"Sorry, I don't sell it."
Ye Qingxuan interrupted him, causing his smile to freeze.
In the silence, his expression collapsed bit by bit, and in the end, it became gloomy.
"Young man, this is not your place to joke."
He whispered, pointing to the family crest on his cufflinks. "Know who you are talking to. If I were you, I would take this check before I change my mind."
He looked down at the silent young man, tore off the check, held it between two fingers, and handed it to him slowly: "How about you think about it again? Even if a young man has the courage, he must consider the other people around him."
"Uncle, they also have a little girl..."
Edmund's eyes were vicious and he whispered softly into Bradley's ear.
Upon hearing this, Ciel's expression changed, and anger appeared in his eyes. He took two steps forward, but was stopped by Ye Qingxuan.
The young man put away his pocket watch in silence, straightened his collar, and looked up into Bradley's eyes, which were cold and contemptuous, as if there was cold snow inside, with black vortexes surging beneath the snow.
"It's so ugly. With a big shot's face, he can say anything as if it's a gift."
Ye Qingxuan bent his fingers, flicked the check in front of him, and glanced at Edmund: "If anything happens to Bai Xi, you will regret what you said today... I promise."
Upon hearing this, Edmund's expression twitched, as if he was furious, but when he was looked at by those eyes, he became frightened for no reason.
"Let's go, senior brother, there is no need to pay attention to these crazy dogs."
Ye Qingxuan withdrew his gaze, turned and left.
…
"Ignorant of good and evil."
Right behind him, Bradley stared at his back, his expression gloomy and ferocious. He stretched out his hand to hold down the flute under his tuxedo, opened and closed his lips, and recited the secret words of activation.
In an instant, the faint and long sound of the flute penetrated into the ears of Ye Qingxuan and the others. The low voice seemed to be filled with a ghostly whisper, and it was entangled in the minds of the two of them in an instant, like a corrupt seed, starting to grow rapidly.
It's like a mold growing wildly under the spring sunshine, absorbing the nutrients of rotten wood.
A sudden trance came to Ye Qingxuan's consciousness, making his feet weak and almost falling. His body stiffened, as if his strength had been drained away by some force, and he no longer accepted his control.
This is Telemann’s Flute Concerto, No. 68—String. This is one of the most common musical scores in the mental imaging system. By invading the consciousness, the runes are parasitic like mold, and then, the subject's consciousness is wiped out, turning them into a cruel musical score.
Under the control of the music, the stiff boy turned around slowly, like a broken puppet, trying to go back step by step.
Bradley looked at the returning young man, with joy flashing in his ferocious eyes. He slowly stretched out his hand: "Hand over the double snake timepiece..."
Ye Qingxuan's movements were stiff, but he did not stretch out his hand.
Bradley's eyes became more and more angry, and he started to play the flute again. The sound of the flute was sharp, rising slowly, but suddenly stopped.
It was like his throat was strangled and he couldn't move.
So, the baby was stillborn.
"Hey, Mr. Bradley, long time no see."
Bradley's expression froze because a hand stretched out from behind and put it on his shoulder.
The man who looked like he was wandering around seemed to have no bones in his body, almost hanging on his body, and whispered in his ear: "I don't know how long you have been outside, but the rules here...have you not forgotten it?" "
The deep voice sent chills all over Bradley's body, and his arms trembled.
Because there was a hand on the flute in his arms, and the ether in his palm was filled with the power of rust. It only took an instant to completely corrode the instrument that he regarded as his life!
In the Musicians Association, there are many rules. There are not many rules that musicians should pay attention to. Among the several rules that have been repeatedly ordered, the one with the heaviest punishment is as follows:
—No matter what grievances there are between each other, no fights are allowed in the Musicians Association!
"Guan, Mr. Administrator."
He turned back stiffly and whispered, "I think this is a misunderstanding."
"Probably. Can I take a step to talk to you?"
The administrator laughed and stretched out his hand to pull him aside. Bradley subconsciously wanted to resist, but he couldn't break free. The hand was like an iron pincer.
The administrator turned back and looked at him: "I said, take a step to speak, didn't you hear?"
…
Outside the door, Bradley's face looked uncertain.
The administrator took out the lighter from his pocket, lit his pipe leisurely, took two puffs, and exhaled thin smoke. As if sighing, he said:
"I don't care what disputes you have with that kid. In the next few days, you'd better pray that the kid doesn't make any mistakes in Avalon."
Bradley was stunned for a moment, and his expression turned gloomy: "Avalon is so big, it doesn't have to be me, right?"
"Avalon is so big, why did you choose this place to attack?"
The administrator asked back, and Bradley was speechless.
"Also, if you attack two apprentices in the Musicians Association, as a fine, two thousand of your contribution points will be deducted. Do you have any objection?"
Bradley gritted his teeth and remained silent, his expression changing, and finally he stopped talking.
"That's it. You can go."
The administrator waved his hand, but when he didn't move, his expression became confused.
"Why are you still here? Do you want a ticket?"
Bradley stared at him, gritted his teeth for a long time and squeezed out a few words: "The family will remember your gift." Then, he turned around and left with Edmund.
To this sentence, the administrator only responded with two words: "Haha."
…
After a long time, Ye Qingxuan finally recovered from his paralysis. The runes on Ciel's hands were shining with a trace of electric light, and he was pressing his shoulders with concern:
"Junior brother, are you okay? Where do you feel uncomfortable? I'll massage it for you again?"
Ye Qingxuan rubbed his face that was distorted by the electricity and rolled his eyes: "Brother, if you press it again, you will kill me."
"Hehe, don't I care about you?" Ciel removed the electric light with a mean smile on his face.
"It seems you are recovering well."
The administrator walked in, saw the two of them, and nodded: "If nothing happens, go back. Don't worry, this is Avalon after all, and that guy doesn't dare to mess around..."
"Uh, thank you."
Ye Qingxuan saw him here and didn't know what to call him. Charles rushed forward with surprise on his face, shouting that if I had known you were here, I would have brought fruits to your door...
The administrator pushed the bitch away sadly and couldn't help but sigh: "Just call me administrator, or Mr. Bayer."
"There is no need to thank me. This is the rule of the association."
He patted Ye Qingxuan on the shoulder: "I have something to do first. I come here often to play when I have time... And who else, remember to bring some fruit over next time. I've been a little angry recently, and my mouth has blistered. "
"Okay, okay. What do you like to eat? Let me see if there is any in the backyard of the Academy of Change. How about I go to the backyard of the Academy of Revelation to look for it..."
Charles waved his hand and said goodbye.
Ye Qingxuan thought for a while: "Have you been thinking about the things in other people's backyards all day long?"
…
In the office, Bayer stood in front of the window, watching the boy's back on the street go away, but when his eyes fell on Charles, he became confused.
Bradley's music score should be heading towards the two people together, he could sense it clearly. But why was Ye Qingxuan attacked, but that bitch who looked like he wanted to be beaten up was fine
"Did Bradley lose control of himself?"
He pinched his chin and muttered to himself.
…
…
When he went out at noon, Ye Qingxuan remembered that there was a lot of people on this road, and it was so noisy that it was like the sounds of the whole world were converging. But it was already dusk when we went back, and the crowds had disappeared.
The hustle and bustle stopped and it became quiet again.
Even Ciel became much silent, just walking in front with his head lowered, kicking the stones under his feet.
"What’s wrong with you?"
Ye Qingxuan looked at him and felt something was wrong.
"It's nothing, I'm fine." Charles scratched his hair but did not look back at him.
Ye Qingxuan shook his head: "When you were good, you would say such rubbish words as, 'Brother, you care about me so much, I'm so touched, senior brother.' But if you say that now, it means it's not good. It's because of things in the association. What?"
"… Roughly the same."
Charles muttered in a low voice: "The teacher has always said that I will be an older brother from now on. But the older brother has to take care of you. All I can do every day is make jokes, and nothing else."
He paused and kicked the pebbles away from his feet: "Because I'm a loser, you know."
Ye Qingxuan was stunned, remembering Bart's words in the cafeteria and Charles's depressed look. He opened his mouth to comfort him, but he didn't know what to say.
Only now did he realize that he really had no comforting experience.
Ciel looked back at him, and when he saw that he looked as listless as himself, he knew why and couldn't help but want to laugh.
"Don't worry about me. I'm actually fine. I just don't know where the problem is."
He stopped Ye Qingxuan and patted him on the shoulder: "Sometimes you get stuck, and you get used to it. Life is a bit sluggish, I owe some debts, and I often get drunk... But there are always ways to solve these. "
"In the past, I would often feel sad about myself, get drunk, and have some weird nightmares. When I woke up, I didn't know where I had gone. Every time I opened my eyes, I would wonder what the point of staying here was. .But besides here, I have no other place to go.”
Ye Qingxuan was silent, not knowing what to say. Charles looked at him looking even sadder than himself and laughed.
"But it's actually very good here." He hooked the boy's neck and said softly: "There are teachers here, you, and Bai Xi. We are no longer alone. I want to protect them, so this city can also change. Very beautiful.”
…
On the empty street, the blond boy hummed a vague tune softly. He looked around the city under the setting sun. In the gaps between the buildings, he could see the ocean in the distance.
The light of the setting sun falls on the waves, brilliant as gold.
The sun fell from behind them, casting a shadow on the road in front of them, the silhouettes of two teenagers standing shoulder to shoulder.
Looking at the shadow that was no longer lonely, he was no longer depressed and smiled.