16 True or False (1/2)

ChaYe Qingxuan opened his eyes.

It was afternoon. The warm sun shone through the opened windows upon his body.

He felt the fatigue for the first time in a long time, but it felt so good. There was no pressure, or any unbearable pain either. There was just a peace and comfort in his heart.

”You're awake?” The father who was reading at the table raised his head and said coldly, ”I couldn’t expect you to recover that quickly since you came back half dead last night.”

”My father had said before that cheap life was easy to support,” Ye Qingxuan laughed, struggling to sit up. ”God was probably not willing to accept a liar like me.”

”Do not speculate about God.” The priest did not continue arguing with him, only giving him a warning, then went back to his reading.

The afternoon sunshine on Ye Qingxuan’s body felt warm and soft, making his pale face feel much better, almost soothing him back to sleep again.

After a long time, he heard Father Bann’s unexpected voice, ”Did you have a nightmare?”

”No.” Ye Qingxuan thought for a moment, but could not help laughing, ”I haven’t had such a good dream for a long time.”

”It doesn’t sound like a lie. It looked like you were recovering well.” The priest nodded and suddenly said, ”Go and see Victor. He is in his original room.”

”What's up with him?”

”He has been hiding in his room since he came back last night, and didn’t want to talk to anyone. He felt guilty regarding you. You should talk to him.” The priest paused and said, ”You both are fools, so you should be able to understand one another.”

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Since geniuses had a mutual understanding amongst themselves, there should be a common language between fools too.

The priest’s words were right--the world was always grouped together. The wealthy drank with the wealthy in their mansions, while the homeless hugged each other in the snow. The lonely people shared loneliness with each other, while the people in pain licked each other’s wounds.

Victor said that Ye Qingxuan was his only friend, as Ye Qingxuan was Victor’s only friend.

One was holding onto the dream of becoming the musician and never letting go. The other one imagined becoming a big shot and seeking revenge against the aristocracy for killing his family members.

The guy who was already a street boy always believed that he would become a bigger one, so he was ready at all times to challenge authority or whatever else.

Treating others as he wanted to be treated, he felt Ye Qingxuan was his only friend. This way no one could call him cheap--even his Majesty would not be allowed to do that!

The entire time he felt that he would have a great future, and there was nothing in this world that could stop him. He was naive and stubborn.

But when Ye Qingxuan saw Victor so anxious and sad, unkempt and curled up in the corner, he did not look like the big man he wanted to be.

When Ye Qingxuan sat next to him, Victor looked at him for a long time before he finally recognized him.

”Oh, Yezi, are you awake?” Victor asked, trying to smile.

Ye Qingxuan looked at his messy bed, shaking his head, ”You didn’t sleep?”

”I couldn’t fall asleep feeling like someone was looking at me. There was the feeling of murder in this room. Yezi...”

Victor looked at the empty corner, as if he could see the invisible evil spirits. His green eyes were vicious, hunting for the enemy, ready to kill.

”Is he looking at me?”

”He is dead, Victor.” Ye Qingxuan whispered, ”He will not appear outside the window.” Everyone only lives once. Once someone is dead, he is really dead.”

”He died?” Victor looked back at him. The viciousness in his eyes gradually faded, like finally relaxing a whole night of confrontation. He whispered, ”Is he really dead?”

Ye Qingxuan nodded slowly.

”So it is,” Victor said.

Victor suddenly realized that all his hardships were gone. He leaned against the wall and softly laughed, ”Yes, I killed him, I had forgotten. As I said before, you don’t know how to fight, so every time you have to rely on me. When Old Phil was looking for me, I knew that it was not good. So I did pretty good, right?” He smiled, but the fear beneath his smile was not completely concealed--it was a fear that could never be rid of.

”Yes, you did very well.” Ye Qingxuan nodded.

”Of course. I'm a bad spawn, and not even murder could stop me.” He whispered, ”I am a big man and will be successful, right?”

Ye Qingxuan kept silent, patting Victor’s shoulder.

Victor looked at him, smiling as he teared up, both embarrassed and sad. Like a little bully who had just gotten beaten up, his tears were cheap.

”But at that time, why did I not stand out? I was supposed to be the bait. I should’ve been who went, but I was afraid. Yezi, you are not afraid?”

”You’ve suddenly asked me this question, but I can’t answer now.” Ye Qingxuan scratched his head and grasped Victor’s shoulders, ”You do not have to be sad because of what happened. I was not as brave as you think.”

”Yezi, are you trying to comfort me?” Victor gazed at him, ”I do not need comforting.”