When Ye Qingxuan woke up from his sleep, it was already dusk.
He was lying in the recovery ward of the school hospital. The musician from the chant faction stationed at the hospital told him that he was fine. He was just suffering from excessive mental exertion, long-term malnutrition and excessive mood swings.
Although it doesn't sound like it's nothing, it's not a difficult disease after all.
"The diagnosis fee is waived. Thanks to you, there is a major surgery today so I can practice."
The doctor rubbed his hands excitedly before leaving, "If you can send more wealthy young men like that to us as novices... er, I mean treatment, we can give you a 20% discount on your prescriptions in the future! "
Bang, the door is closed.
There was only silent Abraham left in the ward.
In silence, he stared at Ye Qingxuan with complicated eyes. Ye Qingxuan felt a little embarrassed, "Teacher, what's wrong?"
Abraham was silent, tapping his knees with his metal fingers, as if he was trying to organize his words and find some appropriate and gentle words to communicate, but in the end, he seemed to succumb to his poor communication skills, sighed, and gave up.
"Why not go all out?"
He raised his head and said bluntly, "You stop."
Ye Qingxuan was stunned for a moment, and the smile on his face became a little stiff.
"Has it been seen?"
He scratched his face awkwardly, trying to calm the atmosphere, but Abraham remained silent, waiting for his response.
He stopped at the last moment.
At that time, the light of dragon's breath was still brewing, and it would take at least two breaths to destroy the matrix. But two breaths were enough time for Edmund to commit suicide and be burned to coke in the destruction he unleashed.
He won't be as breathless as he is now, he won't be as unwilling as he is now, and he won't be as resentful as he is now. Yes, as long as you are cruel at the time.
If only I had killed him then...
"If you don't stop, it will be very troublesome, right? The consequences of killing someone will be very serious. Their revenge may be even more severe. Teacher, you will be under a lot of pressure, and... "
Ye Qingxuan stammered to explain, but couldn't continue in Abraham's eyes. Abraham looked at him and asked softly: "Ye Zi, I'm afraid that's not what you care about?"
"Teacher, I don't understand what you mean." Ye Qingxuan became frustrated: "Have I not tried my best? I have worked very hard. You see, I have already won."
"Winning is the result." Abraham said calmly: "Going all out is the determination to put everything on the gambling table."
Ye Qingxuan was stunned. After a long time, he lowered his head in frustration:
"Does the teacher mean that I should kill him?"
"Yi Zi, I don't know what you think of musicians. But being a musician is not as sacred as others say. Sometimes it's just a job. When it comes to jobs, there are some that are dirty and some that are not. But even the cleanest one A good musician may not have clean hands. Do you understand what I mean?"
Abraham looked at him: "Killing is always bad, but sometimes, bad things may not be the best choice. Because no matter what choice it is, it is better than choosing 'weakness'. - Weakness means relying on To live at the mercy of the enemy.”
Ye Qingxuan: "I... am sure."
"Safety is not always available!"
Abraham raised his voice, "To be weak in the duel between musicians is to be irresponsible for one's own life. Are your enemies weak enough that you need to give them mercy?"
Ye Qingxuan lowered his head and was speechless.
Abraham looked at his depressed look, sighed, and said softly: "I hope this is the last time you underestimate the enemy, Ye Zi. I don't want my students to die in front of me."
"I… "
Ye Qingxuan lowered his head and replied: "I understand."
"It's not a good time to talk about this kind of topic. You should rest first. We'll talk about other things later."
Abraham finished speaking a little awkwardly and stood up to say goodbye. But after opening the door, he hesitated for a moment and looked back at him:
"leaf."
"Huh?" The young man looked up at him.
"congratulations."
He said softly, his embarrassed expression also full of relief: "That's all I originally wanted to say."
The door closed silently.
…
After a long time, a figure crept in. After looking around to see if there was no one, he walked to the bedside, grabbed the fruit in the fruit basket and started to nibble on it.
Seeing the young man's concentrated thinking, he slapped Ye Qingxuan on the back of the head unceremoniously.
"Hey kid, what's up?"
Charles lowered his voice and assumed the tone of a strange drunk uncle: "Are you worried about the little secrets of adolescence? It doesn't matter, let uncle tell you..."
He was answered with an unceremonious middle finger.
"Brother, it would be great if your IQ could be stabilized at an average value."
"Aren't you still in high spirits? Fortunately, I was quite worried about you when I was eavesdropping outside."
Charles shrugged helplessly and patted his shoulder: "Relax, the teacher actually does it for your own good. Just like my senior brother also does it for your own good, right?"
"I know."
Ye Qingxuan rubbed the center of his brow with some trouble and leaned on his chest: "It's just because I know that I have a headache."
"Why?" Charles was stunned.
"You know what? I... hate having other people's expectations."
Ye Qingxuan organized his thoughts and said softly: "For me, expecting something like this is like if I don't do something, achieve something, or change myself, I will fail."
He recalled the faces of the priest and teacher and couldn't help but sigh: "The more others expect of you, the more they will be disappointed in you. If that's the case, why should you expect others?"
"... So you're struggling with this?"
Ciel's expression was helpless: "Don't be fooled, Ye Zi."
"What is 'Second Two'?"
"A disease that lowers IQ and makes people become entangled and become literary youth. In the late stage, they will feel that they can only save the world by themselves. For the sake of my sister, I will kill the big devil, or simply want to destroy the world..."
"sounds good?"
"Actually it's not bad."
Charles sighed, scratched his head, and raised his head to look at him after a long time: "Yi Zi, you are seventeen years old. I don't know how to tell you. Expectations may not be a good thing. If you don't want to be expected, you You will... live very lonely."
"There's nothing wrong with being alone."
Ye Qingxuan murmured in a low voice, "I am also very happy when I am alone."
Hearing what he said, Ciel laughed, as if he had heard an innocent joke.
"Yi Zi, you can live a very happy life, but you can also live a very lonely life. But it is impossible for someone to be happy and lonely at the same time..." He said softly:
"...You're lying to yourself."
…
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Avalon dusk.
In the quiet alley, Yunlou Chaoyue seemed to be walking forward aimlessly.
In this foreign city, she looked around at the unfamiliar scenery. When she lowered her head, she seemed to be measuring the distance between the bricks with the width of her steps.
Behind her, the old nanny followed step by step, looking at her back, but hesitated to speak.
"What's wrong? Mommy?"
Yunlou Chaoyue looked back at her: "Do you have anything to say to me?"
Mammy lowered her head and advised softly: "Your Highness is the son of a rich man, born with immortal bones. After all, this is the land of the barbarians. If something goes wrong..."
Yunlou Chaoyue shook his head: "Besides, there is no one else here, so there is no need for you to address me as Your Highness."
"But Your Highness is Your Highness, how can you..."
Hearing her words, Yunlou Chaoyue nodded and suddenly realized: "It seems that Yunlou Qingxi didn't tell you anything."
The old grandma looked suffocated, and after a long time she raised her lips with difficulty:
"Your Majesty, Your Majesty is joking again."
"I'm not joking."
In the quiet alley, Yunlou Chaoyue stopped and looked back at her: "Isn't the person you are loyal to my nominal 'uncle', the 'orthodox' of Yunlou City?"
In silence, Mammy looked at her silently. After a long time, her fearful eyes gradually calmed down and became cold: "Your Highness really has a sharp eye, but I don't know where the flaw is?"
The girl shook her head: "Actually, Mom, you have always done a good job. You are loyal and conscientious. Are there any flaws?"
"Then why..."
"Mommy, do you know? The Yi people have a proverb that says the eyes are the windows to the heart."
Yunlou Chaoyue looked into her eyes with such indifference: "This is quite right, because every time I look into your eyes, I feel like there is a ghost hidden in your heart."
Grandma was stunned, and after a long time she sighed softly, "So that's it, have I been seen through from the very beginning?"
She raised her hand and took off the hairpin that held her hair, so that the mottled gray hair fell from the back of her head. With the crackling of the joints, the back she had been supporting slowly stood upright. The old spots and curse lines on her face trembled, slowly squirmed, and finally disappeared.
Under her skirt, the originally bloated body trembled and gradually tightened, but the skeleton expanded again and became stronger. The loose skin on the back of the hand is tight and has a texture like fish scales.
In an instant, she no longer looked like the loyal and philistine servant girl, she became fierce and her eyes were sharp. On her skin, the faces of wild beasts were swimming, like a hundred beasts devouring each other, creating a tragic Shura scene.
"Where are the others? Come out too."
Yunlou Chaoyue looked at both ends of the alley: "It's not easy to find a secluded place in Avalon."
Before he finished speaking, light footsteps sounded.
At both ends of the alley, two men in robes walked out of the air, their figures erratic and their faces blurred, like ghosts. One is holding a pipa, and the shadows around him are like ghosts dancing wildly. One is carrying a huqin on his back, and his feet seem to be stepping on a cloud road.
Having a vision in mind resonates with the outside world.
The three of them are all strong men who have broken through the barriers of knowledge and vision, and are resonance-level musicians.