Crown of Silence

4th world

Up to this point, there are no other words.

These are Ye Lanzhou's last notes, his last essay.

For the world, for morality, maybe to save mankind, for some other noble things... From beginning to end, he never mentioned his wife and son.

"It turns out...it's really you..."

For a long time, Ye Qingxuan closed the note in silence: "It's really you."

In the dim light, he leaned on the carriage chair and closed his eyes weakly.

"this world?"

What are you doing for the world?

Silently, the notes were shattered by the ether and fell to the ground, like falling snow.

In the ripples of angry music theory, chaotic aftermath spreads, and nature interferes.

The swirling snow powder burned silently, and the dim sparks flew, disappearing from this world.

Ye Qingxuan stared at the bunch of dim sparks and murmured softly:

"——Go to your fucking world!"

-

A long time ago, Ye Qingxuan heard a joke: A peasant woman went to the city to buy a basket of eggs and went home. Because she was pretty, a group of gangsters teased her on the way and wanted to drag her into the woods.

The peasant woman refused to obey, burst out with great strength, and fought with the gangsters. The gangsters were shocked by her integrity. They knelt down in shame and confessed their evil thoughts and begged for forgiveness.

"What a big deal."

The peasant woman patted the soil on her body disdainfully and said:

"I thought you were going to steal my eggs."

For so many years, Ye Qingxuan has wandered in this world, homeless and lost so many things. He loved his mother in his heart and hated Ye Lanzhou.

But he always felt that Ye Lanzhou had his own reasons.

There must be a reason for him to do this.

Maybe he was trying to protect the family.

Perhaps it was to get rid of the fate of Ye's dragon blood. Perhaps it is because of the persecution and conspiracy of the Hundred-Eyed Ones. Maybe it's for some other unfathomable secret...

So he had to do it.

Ye Qingxuan had been cleaning him up in his heart for more than ten years.

As a result, Ye Lanzhou told him: I did this for this egg.

so funny.

Fuck your eggs.

Go to your mother Ye Lanzhou!

This world is so cold and ugly, as if it is always snowing. Walking barefoot in it, you feel the heart-wrenching coldness with every step.

There are so many people who should love it more, guard it more, and sacrifice something for it.

But even if the first hundred people in the order die, it will never be your turn!

You love the world so much, but the world doesn’t love you.

What an irony.

what a pity.

Ye Qingxuan only felt that his life was extremely funny, like a joke. After spending more than ten years of effort to come here and find the truth, he found that Ye Lanzhou only wanted to be an unknown hero from the beginning to the end.

Well, go ahead and be your unknown hero and die heroically somewhere no one knows.

For some reason, Ye Qingxuan suddenly wanted to return to Root Town.

Perhaps, I should have inherited the priest's position and spent the rest of my life as a respected priest and maintenance man in that seaside town, free from disaster and illness.

He lowered his head and stroked the Holy Emblem. He missed his teacher a little, Bai Xi and Xiaer, and Lao Fei a little.

He finally made up his mind to leave here after this matter was over.

For the rest of his life, he had nothing to do with this inexplicable title, this surname, or the hero who abandoned his wife.

The carriage stopped.

Ye Qingxuan opened the door.

"Thanks, Wolf Flute, I owe you this time." He turned around and said goodbye.

Langdi looked at his tired expression and shook his head slightly: "Maybe I should have let you know earlier."

"There's nothing I should or shouldn't do. You've done enough for me."

Ye Qingxuan rubbed his forehead: "I'm a little sleepy today, I won't go tomorrow."

Langdi was stunned for a moment, then laughed.

"Congratulations. When you wake up, I'm afraid you will be a genuine interference-level musician."

"Wolf Flute..."

The young man looked back at him with complicated eyes.

"Huh?" Langdi was stunned.

"The tragedies of my life are all caused by ether."

Ye Qingxuan smiled, full of self-deprecation: "Lola is right. If there are other choices, I actually don't want to be a musician."

In the cold wind of late night, the boy turned and left.

Wolf Flute watched in silence as his figure walked into the embassy's door and disappeared into the depths of the courtyard.

For some reason, he suddenly recalled that young man back then.

The white-haired boy walked into the blazing sunshine with a smile and embarked on his own future.

The scene is vivid in my mind, as if it was not long ago.

He lowered his head, sighed softly, lit the last cigarette, and exhaled the sadness and smoke in his heart.

"Little Ye Zi, it seems that you have really grown up."

——

Under the same night sky, Charles opened the window.

The cold wind blew in from the window. He breathed into his palms and rubbed his hands. In the cold wind, he shuddered, and his sleepiness gradually dissipated.

The clock turned to four o'clock.

There are still two or three hours before daybreak.

After dormant for a long time, they finally moved from the shabby warehouse to the hotel, but only Constantine and Charles were there.

It seems that everyone else was secretly arranged to leave the Holy City and take a ship to the New World colony.

Only the two of them stayed in the Holy City.

The living conditions were good, this villa was beautifully decorated and had everything. There was meat and bread for every meal.

However, they were still under "protection".

The Revolutionary Army seemed to have difficulty regaining trust in Constantine, who was rescued from prison. Even after several investigations, he was still not told where the Revolutionary Army's new base in the Holy City was.

As Constantine's secretary and attendant, Charles was naturally subjected to heavy inspections.

The Winter Veil Festival was approaching day by day, and there was only half a month left, but the investigation still made no progress.

Constantine and Gaius had several letters to each other. Because of Constantine's eye disease, Charles wrote and read the letters for him, but the two never talked about anything substantial, just cared about each other's health.

I'm afraid the two also knew that just communicating by letter would not solve any problems, right?

Constantine had been opposing Gaius's actions and actions in the Holy City, even though he had fought against public opinion and rescued himself from prison.

Gaius's attitude towards him became increasingly cold, and in the last letter, there was a faint sense of "take care of yourself", which made people feel even worse.

Thinking of this, Charles couldn't help but sigh, and his expression became sad.

Behind him, the bedroom door was pushed open.

"Charles?"

Constantine took off his glasses and glanced at him: "Are you still awake?"

"I woke up, couldn't sleep, so I opened the window for fresh air."

Charles asked: "Did I wake you up?"

"When people get old, they can't sleep well, and I have a little insomnia." Constantine threw the book on the table: "I flipped through the book for a while, but I still couldn't sleep. I found that you were also asleep, so I wanted to come out and have a drink with you."

"Okay."

Charles closed the window, took a bottle of wine from the wine cabinet, and prepared something to come out. There was an ice tray prepared in the kitchen. After pouring clean water into it, Charles shook it slightly, and the sound of ice was heard from inside.

"Done?"

Constantine looked at his relaxed look, and his expression was a little envious: "No matter how many times I see it, I feel that the musician is really convenient."

"I'm not a musician yet. This is just a small skill that can't be put on the table."

Charles smiled helplessly: "When I was young, my teacher often used this skill to tease me. When I grew up, I found that the greatest function of this skill is to make smoothies for myself."

"Then, cheers to the great musician."

Constantine took the lead in picking up the wine glass, and Charles followed him to drink it all.

The two chatted about many topics in a trivial way. Chatting with Constantine is a very interesting thing, and you can always have a good chat.

After drinking a few glasses, Charles became happy, and he wanted to pull him to talk about his happy days when he was drunk and running naked on the street in Avalon.

He shuddered when he thought of this.

After all, his identity was different from before. If he got drunk and ran to the street out of habit... he would be arrested as a pervert and miss things, but it was cold and he would catch a cold if he ran naked!

He became much more sober immediately.

"Mr. Constantine."

He hesitated for a long time, but couldn't help asking: "The commander-in-chief... what kind of person is he?"

"The commander-in-chief?" Constantine thought for a long time and smiled, "You mean Gaius?"

"Yeah." Charles nodded and explained: "Well, didn't you say you would meet the commander-in-chief in two days? You know me, find out some information in advance to avoid saying the wrong thing."

Constantine seemed to understand something and couldn't help but smile:

"Are you afraid that I won't take you?"

Charles scratched his head awkwardly.

"In fact, this is not a very secret secret. Gaius's actions are actually witnessed by the world."

Constantine said lightly: "It's just that many people think he is a lunatic, and I think so too."

Charles was stunned.

He didn't expect to hear such an evaluation from Constantine.

He always thought that Gaius and Constantine had known each other for decades and had a tacit understanding and trust in each other, but he didn't expect that in Constantine's eyes, the leader of the revolutionary army who made countless people sleepless at night, the most deserving criminal in the world, was actually a lunatic.

"Perhaps Gaius was once one of the sober people in the world."

Constantine smiled and raised his head to drink: "But after being pushed to the brink of despair again and again by the things he believed in, how much rationality can he have left?"

Charles looked at him, confused.

"You know, right? He is a Romulan, a demon."

Constantine pointed to his chest: "He was born with two hearts here, one on the left and one on the right. Romulans believe that only heroes with destiny have them.

From the moment he discovered it, he became an apprentice of the elders, and that was the beginning of his lifelong betrayal.

The group of wandering people urgently needed a guide, and he thought so too. Until he found that no matter how well he did from the inside, he could not save Romulus, he betrayed everyone's expectations.

He left Auschwitz and went to the Holy City, and never went back until Auschwitz became a ruin."

At this point, Constantine fell silent, and after a long time he said softly: "He spent his whole life trying to complete his mission, but in the end he was abandoned by his mission.

Initially, he wanted to save his people, but later, he betrayed his people. Then, he firmly believed in the brightness of the Holy City, but after witnessing Ye Lanzhou's death, he was completely disappointed in the Holy City. He wanted to redeem the human world, but found that the human world refused his redemption...

Now, Gaius wants to restore order and create a better era.

Unfortunately, that era didn't seem to love him. "

When he said this, Constantine couldn't help but laugh, his smile full of mockery: "He is such a contradictory person. Does it sound like he will disappoint you, Charles?"

Charles was silent for a long time, scratching his head: "He sounds like a very pitiful person, sir."

"Pitiful?"

Constantine was stunned for a moment, and then he couldn't help laughing: "Maybe, it's because of such pitiful people that the world will not be peaceful."

Charles looked at him and asked tentatively: "Then you...can't persuade him to stop?"

"Ciel, you know what? A sense of duty is the devil's gift."

Constantine lowered his head to drink wine and said calmly: "It is packaged in a high-sounding way to cover up its vicious nature. Countless people have become crazy because of it and are willing to die.

If it is not satisfied, it will keep people awake all night and experience the pain of suffering in hell.

Even if I die, I can't close my eyes.

Over the years, so many people have died because of Gaius and sacrificed for him. If he stopped, so many sacrifices would be in vain. Do you understand, Ciel? The deaths of so many people had turned into a curse, turning the sense of mission into a demon that entangled itself in his life.

He couldn't stop, even if I stood in front of him. "

Ciel was silent.

Constantine looked at his sad look, stretched out his hand, and roughly rubbed his hair: "There are so many people in the world, how could it be your turn to feel sorry for him?

Come, Charles, let us drink to him. "

He put the wine glass into Ciel's hand and raised it high: "To Gaius, to the revolution, to the fucking world, cheers!"

Constantine raised his head, drank it all, and fell drunk on the chair.

He had completely finished the entire bottle of liquor.

He lay on the sofa and fell into a trance. He seemed to have seen something, so he smiled and softly chanted in a foreign language:

"Indegenusdurumsums, experimentsquelabarum... Etdocumentsdamusquasinusoriginsnati..."

Since then, we as human beings have suffered, experienced hardships, and become cold and cold, to prove the stone nature of our bodies.

I have to go out tomorrow and don’t have time to type. I originally wanted to squeeze in 5,000 words for this chapter and then cut it into two chapters. After thinking about it, I decided that it was unfair and inconsistent with my noble image, so I decided to forget it. I'll try my best to save some manuscripts in the evening, but if it doesn't work...ah haha, you know.