Crown of Silence

Chapter 25 The fun part (Part 2)

“He’s in our back kitchen.

The supervisor's answer hit Sidney in the face like a machete, and then he added another blow: "Well, when I went to check just now, it seemed that he was still washing the pots."

After hesitating for a moment, the supervisor pleaded softly: "He works very hard, sir. If there is any offense, please don't blame him."

In the silence, Maxwell was stunned, Mary was stunned, and Sidney was also stunned.

"The college's reception is a little special."

After a long time, Mary sighed faintly: "Fortunately, I didn't get a letter of recommendation from my uncle, otherwise I would have been sent to wash dishes, right? It's really curious to think about it, after all, I have never done that kind of thing... "

It was obviously a gentle tone, but it stung Sidney's face and turned pale.

“Life always surprises me beyond expectations.”

Maxwell burst out laughing and laughed: "Don't be angry, Your Highness, let's go. Let's see what our expelled guest... is doing in the kitchen?"

Sidney was stunned for a moment and hurriedly caught up.

Along the way, he kept wiping cold sweat and praying that nothing strange would happen. But just near the kitchen, I heard an unexpected sound.

It was a melody composed of a chaotic symphony.

The sounds of the collision of utensils, the friction of ironware, and the knocking of the floor came together. Dozens of sounds overlapped in the same place, but revealed...revealed the tune of the "March" just now. ? !

Maxwell stopped and stared at the crowd gathered in front of the kitchen in astonishment. They were twisting and swaying, singing vaguely, immersed in this earthly music.

"What does this 'mean' again?"

He laughed softly, startled and surprised.

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First, there was the tapping of the table knife on the bowl lid, and the crisp sound echoed in the night wind like a bell being rung. It has a familiar rhythm and atmosphere, but it is filled with a strange feeling that is paradoxical.

As the tune rises, the sound of clinking dishes is inserted into the rhythm, as if an invisible handyman is working hard to push the whirling notes to climb higher. A dog was roaring noisily, but the originally frowning roar was now integrated into the rhythm, and turned into the rhythm and drum beat of the tune.

This is no longer the artistic conception of falling rain in the original tune, but something more rough and mundane, like the feet of a reveler stepping on the ground, and the sound of stomping feet is dense, like raindrops.

In the streets of Carnival, cheerers shouted, raised their hats and threw them into the sky. Then hats of various colors fell down one after another and fluttered in the wind. Immediately afterwards, the cheers burst through the embankment and swept through like a flood.

Those high-spirited emotions reverberated in the air, and the lamp shadows swayed with the rhythm, as if the firelight was also awed and hijacked by this carnival tune!

But at the most critical moment, the cheering melody stopped, revealing a fatal flaw, which made Maxwell frown: It shouldn't stop here, it should continue, continue... instead of exposing the fatal emptiness. !

But in the next moment, an extremely sharp and loud sound came out of the sky!

boom! boom! boom!

Break barriers and break conventions!

He was obviously banging the iron pot hard.

But the sound was like thunder, resounding in everyone's ears.

This is the beginning of the carnival!

The night wind suddenly became too hot, unable to be swallowed into the heart. The heavy burning feeling filled the chest like a rock, making people's blood boil, and they roared and cheered.

Both reason and emotion were pulled into this fanatical atmosphere, like flames burning in the wind.

Rejoice and march forward, Angelou!

This is not a mechanical progression, but a reenactment that is beyond evaluation!

After breaking the inherent pattern, it pushed this weird rhythm to a comparable height. The technique is so rough that it makes people frown, but the effect is incredibly good!

Maxwell's pace quickened and he pushed away the crowd, but only saw the young man's indulgent back in front of the sink.

He grabbed the knife and fork with both hands, stepped on the bottom of a dark pot, and sang this elegant tune without anyone else, intoxicated by the rhythm.

Beside him, a big golden retriever dog with a sausage in its mouth barked excitedly, with a fork tied to its tail. When it was swinging back and forth, it hit the pot lid, turning into a crisp and sharp high-pitched sound.

In the back kitchen, the waiters and cooks clapped and cheered, held hands, danced for him, and sang along to the melody. This place no longer looks like a dignified and serious college, but rather a carnival tavern.

Everyone was drunk, so in the candlelight, they all had drunken smiles on their faces.

"Did I hear wrongly?"

Maxwell sighed softly. He felt that he had encountered an illusion, as if he saw his political opponent wearing a cancan dance dress and running past the King's Road blowing kisses.

"Seeing him playing his own music like this, I'm afraid that bastard Bach will regret sending this letter of recommendation, right?"

But in the midst of the incredible shock and absurdity, he couldn't help but want to applaud, and then he applauded without hesitation!

The girl looked at him in astonishment, but as she stared at her, the old man whistled excitedly:

"——Oh, I can't help it, but I like this tone so much!!"

In the cheers, high-pitched tunes were playing, pushing forward endlessly. It rippled and swirled in the air, and all the dishes trembled in this resonance. An unparalleled sense of power and indulgence fills the air, along with the joy of breaking a jar.

To the fullest!

Until finally, the iron pot under the foot could not withstand the violent blow, and after issuing the last high-pitched note, a tragic gap opened.

The music ends here.

The sudden carnival came to an end, and the crowd burst into roaring cheers and applause, almost waking up the entire sleeping academy.

Amidst the noise, Maxwell clapped his hands gently and looked at the helpless girl.

“There’s a new surprise every day.”

He smiled and said: "This is the joy of life, Your Highness."

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In the crowd, Ye Qingxuan was surrounded by excited cooks and attendants.

"Where did you learn this skill? You are almost as good as those master musicians."

The cook pinched Ye Qingxuan's face excitedly.

"Well, my father taught me that in a place called Hawaii."

The white-haired boy wiped the sweat from his head and put down the rolling pin in his hand while panting. Then he heard a crisp sound, and the crack spread quickly on the iron pot under his feet, and then completely split into two halves...

"Uh, sorry, I broke your pot."

He suddenly picked it up with some embarrassment: "This...you don't have to pay for it, right?"

"It's a good product shipped from Manchester. It's made of special materials. I think it's worth a lot of money."

Next to him, someone shook his head: "This kind of pot usually costs about five thousand yuan, right?"

"Are you running a black shop? A pot is more expensive than a horse-drawn carriage!"

Ye Qingxuan was confused.

He now began to hate himself for using so much force because of his weak hands.

But the crowd fell silent, and everyone stared blankly at the laughing old man behind him. The old man bent down to pick up half a piece of pot, stretched out his hand and flicked it flexibly, and the sound was crisp and sweet in the silence.

"That's right, it's a black shop, a super black shop unique to Angelou."

"Dean..."

Someone in the crowd murmured quietly.

Maxwell smiled: "However, for the sake of that march song that you ruined to a disgrace, I won't accept the money from you."

After speaking, he patted the young man on the shoulder and motioned for him to follow him.

Before going out, he turned around and said to the other people in the room: "Gentlemen and ladies, I am deeply touched by everyone's love for music today. Since everyone loves music, then the practice classes at school can be held in the future. Come and listen, but remember to get the work done.”

There was a silence among the dull crowd.

"Well, bye, ladies and gentlemen."

Finally, Maxwell waved gracefully and closed the door for the stunned school staff.

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In the quiet tree-lined walkway, Maxwell looked at the boy over and over again, and looked at his dog several times. It wasn't until Ye Qingxuan was covered with hair that he pinched his chin and sighed.

"I really don't understand the reason why that guy would write you a letter of recommendation." He shook his head and sighed: "Does he owe you a lot of money?"

"Him? Who?"

Ye Qingxuan asked subconsciously: "Mr. Langdi? I have helped him a little."

"Wolf Flute? Ah, I remember him. Haha, it was a shame for the academy back then, but I liked him quite a bit. Later I heard that he dropped out of school and I don't know where he went... Well, that's what it turns out to be."

Maxwell suddenly understood something, nodded, and then asked: "Your name?"

"Ye Qingxuan." The white-haired boy answered honestly, pointing to the dog beside him: "It's Lao Fei."

Lao Fei squatted next to him, lowering his head and chewing sausage. When he saw Maxwell's eyes, he just rolled his eyes, arrogant and cold. Ye Qingxuan was extremely ashamed.

Maxwell also felt a little sad: "Age?"

"Seventeen."

"You're not old enough to enter school yet, but it doesn't matter. You have a letter of recommendation anyway."

Maxwell hammered his palms: "That's it. Remember to come early to take the exam tomorrow. If you can pass the exam, then come to school. But remember to pay the full tuition. After all, I am quite short of money recently."

He was talking to himself, and then saw the boy's expression changing drastically, from shock to shock, and then to ecstasy.

"Exam? Can I take the exam?"

Ye Qingxuan pulled him almost rudely: "Entrance exam? Aren't you lying to me?"

"That's right." Maxwell nodded matter-of-factly: "If it weren't for the fact that I couldn't work part-time as the examiner, you wouldn't even have to take the exam."

"Yes, exam, exam." Ye Qingxuan muttered in a low voice, almost dancing with excitement: "As long as I pass the exam, I can enter the academy and become a musician..."

"Ahem, I can't guarantee that I will become a musician. I only charge tuition fees."

Maxwell said such bad words indifferently, but Ye Qingxuan was completely incapable of hearing. He danced wildly in ecstasy, hugged Lao Fei and laughed, and then ran excitedly to who-knows-where...

-

Watching the boy leave cheering, Maxwell also laughed.

"It's great to be young, full of energy."

The night dew was heavy. He coughed twice and looked to his side: "What do you think, Your Highness?"

Mary put on a white shawl in the night wind. In the dim light of the street lamp, her expression was graceful but confused. After a long time, she slowly shook her head: "I don't like him. I can't understand my uncle's intentions."

"Is it just because you haven't got your uncle's recommendation letter?" Maxwell saw through everything: "Only at this time do I feel that Her Highness is really a little girl."

Mary was vaguely irritated and glared at him: "Mr. Dean, should I punish you for offending?"

"Ahaha, just treat it as the nonsense of an old man. Please let me go, after all, there are many people attacking me recently, which is really a headache for me."

"Are you still worried about this?"

"Of course, I still have to worry about it. After all, the Secretary of State seems to have been persuaded and wants to change the principal. ans.com So the power struggle is really annoying. The position of the chief examiner has to be rotated between the nobles and the musicians... Every time I feel that Anglo has no future if he continues to be messed up like this. I think Anglo will..."

"Dean, you seem to be saying something you shouldn't say again."

The girl reminded angrily: "Do I need to remind you of my other purpose tonight?"

"Ahem, I know, I know."

Maxwell shrugged: "I know your purpose tonight. I know it's difficult to do it with His Majesty. I'll go out and avoid the limelight. Well, it just so happens that my winery in Wellington has released new wine, so I might as well try it.

It's a pity that I missed the dinner of Princess Yunlou. I've been looking forward to the Oriental Beauty."

After getting his assurance, the girl's angry expression dissipated a little: "Dean, you are willing to sympathize with my mother's hard work, and I believe my mother will also feel comforted. It's worth my trip tonight."

She bowed slightly and bowed to say goodbye. Before leaving, she saw the cheering teenagers on the street in the distance with pity in her eyes.

She asked: "Dean, I don't know how he got the recommendation letter from his uncle. But do you think that with his qualifications, can he really pass the actual test?"

"I don't think it's impossible."

The dean smiled mysteriously: "The older you get, the more you like to reminisce. That child... I always feel that he is very similar to someone. If that's the case, he is at least worth looking forward to."

"After all, miracles are also one of the pleasures of life."

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