Crown of Silence

Chapter 259 Why are pigeons so big?

"It seems that the overall situation is settled?"

In the carriage, Bai Xi stared at the silver plate on the floor.

The silver plate reflected the sunlight outside the carriage. There was a faint ray of sunlight lingering between the carriage and the Musicians Association in the distance. Finally, it shone on the silver plate and turned into scattered light.

The scene in the hall emerged in the scattered light, slightly blurry, but everything the light touched was displayed on the silver plate.

If any alchemist saw it, he would definitely feel a pain in the ass, because no one would go to great lengths to imprint such a piece of music on a dinner plate, and also suppress the ether fluctuations miraculously. It's too subtle to detect, just to peek into the scene in a hall not far away.

In fact, this little thing was actually made by Hermes casually holding a dinner plate.

You have to ask him why he has a dinner plate... because he is currently munching happily in his luxury carriage, holding a chicken leg in his hand and munching on the delicious ground.

After a few days, this guy actually grew a few centimeters again and became slightly fatter. Moreover, during the overeating, the belly began to bulge and the buttons became tight.

I'm afraid that in a few months, he will transform from a feminine and weird boy into a fat foodie. I really don’t know what stimulation I received.

When he heard Bai Xi speak, he didn't even raise his head and just said, "Not necessarily.

After all, people can lie, right? "

Bai Xi was stunned for a moment, a little in disbelief: "Does anyone think that Bart is lying? He is so miserable..."

"It's not just Bart, anyone can lie as long as they have a mouth. Why do you think that the 'masters' who serve as reviewers can't?"

If they are really determined to protect Ingmar, you will see the true meaning of "lies". "

As he spoke, Hermes wiped the grease stains from his mouth with his sleeve, and smiled mockingly: "However, most people's lies are lies. Masters lie, and what they say is regarded as 'truth'.

And the sad thing is: most of the so-called truth comes from this. "

Bai Xi clicked his tongue, "How come these masters are all like gangsters who have been paid?"

"The master is also a human being, and the ruffians are also human beings. Is there any difference?"

Hermes asked, "Who can say that he has not done anything wrong? In the final analysis: it is too easy for people to do evil. Just grit your teeth, stamp your feet, and make your heart clear. hand……

The first half of the so-called "respect the old and love the young" means that you should respect people when they are old, not just for their age, but also for those who have done more evil things than you, and also for those who have done evil in the future. of myself. "

"Can you spit out the chicken bones in your mouth when you talk?"

Bai Xi watched him wolfing down the food. No matter how many times she prayed in her heart that this cheap teacher would be hit and killed by a carriage, now she couldn't help but feel worried:

"You have been eating since two hours ago. Nothing will happen to you, right? Are you falling out of love?"

"Something happened, which is not good, but it is much more satisfying than falling out of love, so I have a good appetite."

Hermes opened a bottle of champagne with his teeth, raised his head and drank a big sip, and breathed out happily: "Life is difficult, eating is one of the few blessings, Bai Xi, you will also experience it in the future The teacher's state of mind...

However, although I am very grateful that you care about me so much, what you should be concerned about now is not the evaluation results inside? "

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A handful of broken rice was spilled on the ground.

The white pigeons spread their wings and fell from the shelf like snowflakes, pecking at the food.

The soft sound of flowers and plants blowing in the wind is refreshing.

In the atrium and garden of the association, a young man was sitting on a bench, teasing the pigeons at his feet. In the distance, the sound of staggering footsteps gradually approached.

After not seeing each other for a few minutes, Ye Qingxuan almost didn't recognize Ingmar.

His face was pale, and his expression no longer showed any joy, only a look of embarrassment and haggardness.

As if he was about to be burned by the afternoon sun, he dodged the sun, staggered and walked in the shadows, muttering to himself.

It seemed like a curse, it seemed like an excuse, and it seemed like vague babble.

When he saw the young man sitting quietly in front of him, his staggering steps stopped abruptly.

This was probably the worst chance encounter ever.

"Ye Qingxuan..." He murmured hoarsely.

Ye Qingxuan looked back at him with a cold expression, as if he was examining his embarrassed appearance. His expression twitched, and he instinctively wanted to walk away, but in the end his dignity made him stay where he was.

He also looked at Ye Qingxuan, staring intently, as if there was a will-o'-the-wisp burning in his numb eyes. However, as he watched, he couldn't help but laugh. His smile was extremely ugly, full of complexity and self-deprecation:

"I didn't expect that I tried my best not to lose to Abraham, but I actually fell into your hands..."

"If you want to think so, just think so."

Ye Qingxuan looked away and said calmly, "It would be more embarrassing to lose to me anyway."

"Don't be too naive, kid..."

Ingmar gritted his teeth and said hoarsely: "Who will lose and who will win has not been decided yet. Do you think I don't know about your affair with that bitch Laura? Don't be kidding! She can't decide by herself. any problem.

Do you think you have a chance to win? "

Ye Qingxuan was unmoved and just asked: "Isn't it?"

"..."

Ingmar's face turned purple, his expression twitched, and he gritted his teeth and asked: "Since you thought you were sure to win, why did you involve Bart? Why..."

"It's very simple."

Ye Qingxuan sprinkled a handful of broken rice, raised his head, and smiled heartily in the sun: "Because you won't lose badly enough, Ingmar, that result is too easy for you."

"Ye Qingxuan!"

Ingmar roared, "Don't be too extreme!"

"Yes, that's the truth, you are right."

The boy nodded and put away his smile.

In the sun, he opened his palm, and the broken rice grains on his palm fell, and a few white pigeons flew up to peck at them. The pure white wings intertwined in the air, breaking the sunlight, and the boy's face was also shrouded in a blur of light and shadow.

He looked at the flying white doves, as if talking to himself:

"——It's a pity, I understand the reason, but why are the pigeons so big?"

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In the long corridor, the sun fell, cutting through the darkness and casting a sharp shadow.

Bartolemy was walking absent-mindedly, but saw Master Heisenberg sitting at the corner in front of him. He was stunned for a moment, nodded, and continued to walk forward.

But when he passed by, his steps couldn't help but pause.

Master Heisenberg looked up at him and took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket. He hesitated for a moment, took it, lit it, took two deep puffs, and then suddenly choked and coughed.

He is already old, not as good as he was in the past. This made him particularly sad.

He held the cigarette and sat next to Heisenberg, and the two were silent.

It was not until a long time later that he whispered, "Anta, I'm beginning to feel confused."

"Just indecisive." Heisenberg said lightly, "You have always been like this, only avoiding problems. So the teacher finally chose me."

"Yes, you are decisive, much better than me."

Bartolemy sighed in frustration, touching the sparse white hair on his head, with a bitter expression: "Anta, do you remember the past?"

"The past? How can I not remember?"

Talking about the past, Heisenberg's sinister face also showed a trace of nostalgia : "Back then, you were liked by everyone, but I was just a loner who was hated by everyone.

How many times have I watched you two together from afar, wanting to be like you... At that time, I envied you very much.

Later, the Book of Inheritance was stolen, and the classics were found in my room. I was punished to guard the Abyss for six months and missed the Inheritance Ceremony."

Bartolemy smoked a cigarette, his voice hoarse:

"I actually did that thing, I framed you."

"I know." Heisenberg nodded.

"I regret it."

"I know that too."

Heisenberg said, "So, I never envied you again."

Bartolemy was silent.

Master Heisenberg turned around and looked at his 'old friend', the man who was devastated by this and never involved in any fights again, his eyes became pitiful and complicated.

"It's all over, Bartolemy, it's all over." He said, "Thanks to you, I'm no longer weak and have become who I am now."

"It's my fault." Bartolemy lowered his head: "Anta, I don't want to make mistakes again."

"The House also sent you a letter, right?"

Heisenberg saw through his pain, "If you reject them, most of your research funds will be cut off in the future, and you will never be able to continue your research. This is the reason for your pain.

- You can't face yourself."

"What do you think I should do?"

"That's your problem, not mine."

Heisenberg took a last look at him: "In life, sometimes for your own sake, you must do evil things, right? You are afraid of yourself like this, but I am not afraid."

He got up and left.

Bartolemy was left alone sitting in the silent courtyard.

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When Ye Qingxuan returned to the hall, the hall was still empty.

The masters had not returned yet, and the scholars and reporters who were listening could not enter here before the court was reopened. The hall was deserted and silent.

The attendant carefully removed the curtain of the cult, and after that, there was no one.

After Archbishop Mephisto proved that the interpretation method was effective, the cult had left - this was the usual style of the cult. Followers of God should not be involved in these things of fame and fortune.

However, after Bishop Mephisto left, Ye Qingxuan suddenly became a little worried that the Council would cause trouble.

"Little brother over there, come closer."

A crisp voice suddenly came from behind the curtain of the royal family, like a little boy. Ye Qingxuan was startled when he heard it, and after hesitating for a moment, he stood in front of the curtain.

The iron knight guarding the curtain did not move, as if he had not heard anything, and did not cut him in half with a sword because he approached the royal family without permission.

"Go further inside." The child-like voice urged.