234 The Ashes and the Youth (1/2)

Silent Crown Feng Yue 55140K 2022-07-20

Ye Qingxuan never thought that a meal could be finished so late. Not until the foreman implied by all means that the restaurant was going to close, with an extremely detested expression, did Ye Qingxuan finish his last beer and go. But soon, Ye Qingxuan found that there was a bigger problem in front of him: Charles was drunk.

On his first day in Avalon, Ye Qingxuan had seen what a drunken Charles was like…But he was about to discover that he had not seen the whole thing.

So, under the lonely moonlight in the middle of the night, the singing and bolting legend of Avalon reappeared again.

”La la la la!”

Watching the drunken Charles pulling at his clothes while singing a song and running on the street, Ye Qingxuan wanted to die.

”Professor…” He looked to Abraham for help, but Abraham also did not know what to do. He could only follow behind and pick up the clothes that Charles had taken off, and then give him a music note to keep warm so he would not catch a cold.

But even more troubling than a drunken Charles was a drunken Bai Xi.

Of course, a drunken Bai Xi was also troublesome. She still remembered the humiliation of Charles touching her head when she did not notice. She shouted, ”Charles, don't run, I’ll kill you...Ew!”

She vomited too.

But the problem was, she was now on Ye Qingxuan’s back! If Ye Qingxuan had not bent over immediately, he would be thrown up on.

What else could Ye Qingxuan do? With two lines of tears, he wiped Bai Xi's mouth while looking to Abraham. ”Sir, I want to die.”

”Just get used to it.” Abraham sighed and patted him on the shoulder. ”Really, just get used to it.”

Hearing him say so, Ye Qingxuan, who had been under pressure for so long time, finally could not stand with anymore. Hoisting Bai Xi onto his back, Ye Qingxuan held down the running and naked Charles with great anger. He pointed at Charles’s nose and shouted, ”Charles, calm down, you’re twenty-years-old now. Can’t you be more like a senior? You can drink, but can’t you admit that you’re a lightweight? Different people drink different amounts so stop pretending! And you sing after getting drunk. Do you want to dance too? If you don’t know how to dance, I'll teach you! Still running? What the h*ll! There's no wolf chasing you…”

After the scolding, Ye Qingxuan felt much better. He had confided all the grief and indignation he had from the beginning to now. At the end when Ye Qingxuan finished his words, Charles was stunned and stared at him blankly. Looking at his startled and blank face, Ye Qingxuan felt a little bit regretful and thought that he might have said too much.

But after staring at him for a long while, Charles suddenly smiled dumbly and came to give him a big hug, patting him on the shoulder.

”Okay, okay, don’t throw a tantrum.” Charles looked at him kindly with a tolerant expression as if it were Ye Qingxuan who made a mistake. ”Junior, let's go home.”

Before Ye Qingxuan could react, the silly smirk reappeared on Charles’ drunken face. Again, Charles started his crazy song and ran to the front.

”La la la la ...”

Ye Qingxuan helplessly hit his own forehead. ”Senior, you’re really hopeless,” he thought.

On his shoulder, Bai Xi finally seemed to be a little bit sober now. She looked at him with sleepy eyes and asked, ”Cousin, where are we going?”

”We're going home ...” Ye Qingxuan was startled after saying this. Soon, he could not help but laugh. ”Yes, let’s go home.”

”No, I'm going to hit him!” Bai Xi stared at Charles in the front, clutching Ye Qingxuan’s hair as if riding a horse. ”Cousin, giddy up!”

”Fine, fine. Sit tight” Ye Qingxuan smiled. He helped the girl up on his back and strode to the front while imitating the whining of a horse.

Gentle moonlight shone on the empty streets, illuminating the unruly blonde youth in the front who was like a wild dog, as well as the teenager and girl chasing closely behind him. Their teacher reluctantly jogged and chased behind them, shouting at them to slow down.

There was an off-key song from the street and a cheer from the girl, mingled with the sound of a donkey braying. The silence was broken and the cold city seemed less cold.

Everything became lovely.

Under the moonlight, Ye Qingxuan carried the girl, running and laughing loudly. They were going home. He suddenly had an impulse to pray so that God could stop time at this moment forever, and they could stay in the fleeting happiness.

Perhaps what he had been trying to find was a place to return to. There was a teacher who could not talk well, a naughty girl, and a poor bastard at that place. Sometimes life was simple; sometimes it could be troublesome. But this was how life was.

Even it was so, it was still his dream.

Unfortunately, no matter how long the road was, it had an end. When he stopped, he stared at the sky in confusion. The distant sky reflected the light of flames, the light made the youth’s white hair look red.

That direction...That direction...He gritted his teeth and began sprinting.

That direction was...

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When they arrived, it was already too late.

The old deserted house was bathed in flames. The flames crackled and swallowed everything. Ye Qingxuan stood before the burning house, watching the flames dance. There was a faint laugh in the wind, like a mockery of something.

Soon, the flames finally triggered the school's enchantment. The alarm sounded and Egor, who was on duty tonight, descended with a storm from the sky.

When he saw the burning music history department, he also could not help but be startled, and then lifted his hands. As he moved, a large black cloud gathered from the sky and cold wind spread. But soon, something held onto his hands and the impending storm did not come.

Egor turned back in astonishment, looking at Abraham who was pulling him. Abraham's face was expressionless, but he lifted up the steel-prosthetic limb and dashed forward.

Ding! In a twinkling, the huge flame leaped and disappeared.

It was as if the fire was just an illusion, as if it had never happened. The only proof of it was the old house that had been charred and collapsed.