sinovels Chapter 10_end
Chapter 10_end
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The Sakota girl smashes a violin.Pages flew up one after another, hovering around the sawdust.
The boy knelt down on one knee in the mess and picked up the scattered music scores for her.The scores were sorted by him and sent to the author neatly.The angel stared at the pair of hands stretched out in front of her. They were slender, white, and powerful. They struck exquisite tones on the black and white keys, but they were never perfect.She is recognized as a musical genius, and the songs she composes are crazy, passionate, and breathtaking, singing about the contradictory love and hatred of one person for another, touching the hearts of all listeners.And the boy played for her - just played.She couldn't feel anything but the sound of the piano.
There are such unreasonable things in the world.Her music and talents make all beings upside down, and only the one who really desires can't understand what she thinks.The Sakota girl was furious, grabbed the stack of papers, did not give the manuscript even a single look, and tore up all the music scores without mercy.The windows were not closed, and the chilly wind of early spring poured into the room, flakes of paper fluttered and circled like snowflakes, and fell to the ground softly like butterflies.
"Be careful," the boy reminded quietly, "don't cut your hands."
The violin was roughly kicked into the corner and crackled loudly.The girl's hand held the cold wind through the air and pressed the boy against the wall.The body collided with a hard object, and the dull sound was clear.Her lips and teeth trembled, she was aggressive and almost went mad, "Do you know—do you know——"
The eyes of the two pairs with opposite temperatures met.She looked into each other's blue eyes, the color of sea or sky, empty and far away, reminding her that her anger came from powerlessness.At first, she thought that the other party was like a deep well with no bottom, but now she realized that he was actually nothing.He is empty, always has been, and nothing can fill him.
The girl let go of her hand slowly, slowly, as if giving up a corner of her heart.The boy stood among the rubbish, looking normal, carefully trimming his crumpled collar.His robe carried a very light woody fragrance, which dissipated lightly when the wind blew.
She showed a thin smile, like a prophecy, like a curse.
"……You are pitiful."
The air conditioning system runs quietly.The lights were brightly lit, and Yanke squinted his eyes when he opened them.
"You're awake," said the escort at the bedside, "I'll call the doctor."
"No need." Yan Ke stopped him.The shadow created by the Undertaker's body as he stood up made him a little more comfortable, "Turn off the light for me."
The undertaker obeyed.
"Thank you."
"You look bad," said the undertaker. "I'd better send Dr. Warfarin over."
"To make a fuss over a molehill." Yanke looked up at the ceiling and said softly, "It's just an unpleasant dream."
The mental pollution was so unusual that Yan Ke had to stay in the isolation room for a week.The isolation room was filled with disgusting pure white, and the simulated noise made him unable to close his eyes.Feeling terrible, he thought, Sakota was able to stay here for so long, it is really extraordinary perseverance.
"Please, ma'am," Flame said, "turn it off."
"You need it." Homer turned the page.
"I need sleep." Yankee sighed and stretched out his hands to cover his face, Warfarin hurriedly held him down, "Don't move! I'm drawing blood!"
"Why are you here?"
"Why are you here?" Warfarin opened his eyes wide, as if his words were unreasonable, "How long do you think it's been since you went to the medical wing for a checkup, Operator Flame?"
Yanke had a bitter face. "Do doctors hold grudges like this?"
"Yes," Warfarin said, "you better not offend your doctor, or they might give you a shot of sodium pentobarbital in your sleep."
"Sounds good, but forget it." Flame said, "Give me the battlefield."
"Very well, now I declare that you have offended the last senior medical operator in Rhodes Island who is willing to treat you." Warfarin put the blood on the test tube rack, "Go and find Ansel next month .”
Yanke laughed silently.
"Welcome back, Mr. Yanke." Lena greeted him with a smile while holding the water bottle, "Your camellias are blooming very well."
"Thank you for taking care of it," Flame said.The Sentinel's fingers touched the blade, felt it vibrate very slightly, and a small electric current was transmitted to his fingertips.
"What's wrong?" Lena asked.
"It's moving." Yan Ke frowned, and his kind question turned into thunder in his ears.Sentinel's five senses were sharper than before, and he tried to suppress it.
"Perhaps the flower is also very happy for you to come back." Lena said softly, "The flowering period has passed long ago, but it has been lingering and unwilling to wither."
Romantic relief.Yan Ke thought, and nodded to the perfumer, "Thank you."
It's hard to describe what that feels like.The tense strings were released, the limit switch was turned off, and the sound came like a flood.The machine is running.Noisy water flow from the laundry room.There was confusion on the deck.click.Someone in the office stapled the pages.boom.This is who opened a can of beer.Metal cutlery clanged and clashed.Chairs were pushed under the table.The keyboard clattered.new order.Can the angel say.A mechanical female voice beeps.The door was pulled open.Texas!I brought candy!It was the voice of that girl idol.Hearing extends farther afield.Warfarin complained loudly, please do me a favor, Rhode Island's 24-star engineer, clean you up before entering the room - how much coffee did you drink?The cloth rustled to the ground, but Lucille yelled back just as loudly, I just repaired a coffee machine!Farther away, the sentinel even felt the sea breeze gently blowing the earth.The mockingbird uttered in the morning mist, and the seabirds flapped their wings.
Then he closed his perception and detained him in the room.The pulleys rolled and the curtains opened.
"Does the world you see look like this?" He said to the other end, "Noisy, endless."
no respond.
So Yanke continued talking on his own. "Maybe it's different." He stared intently at the virtual sun, "You're looking inside their heads."
There was a sound in the passage.Someone shouted arrogantly at the door, "Is this book expensive? Call me Lord Ifrit, and I'll return it to you!"
"..." After a short pause, the person said, "Lord Ifrit."
"...You yelled?"
"This is the quickest way. I have satisfied your request, return the book to me."
"Ahhh, you are so boring!" The floor in the corridor was stomped several times, "Did Hemer really ask you to come here?!"
"Do you want to see the notice? Dr. Hemer left her autograph—"
"I've seen it!" Ifrit said angrily, "You weird guy! I hate your white coat!"
"This is not a white coat." The mourner sighed, "Go back, you haven't finished your homework yet."
"I finished writing—"
Yan Ke opened the door.The voice was cut off in the middle, and the mourner and Ifrit, who was holding the hardcover book, looked at him together.
"Hey kid," Sarkaz said. "Turn the volume down, someone's still up."
"I'm not a child." Ifrit flattened her mouth and muttered angrily.Yanke held back his smile, turned to the mourner, feeling that the other person's thoughts were blank, like a snowfield that no one had stepped on.
Oh, he suddenly realized that the other party was wearing earphones.
"Sorry," said the undertaker, "I'll take Miss Ifrit home immediately."
Yan Ke nodded.The mourner turned sideways, lowered his head and said to Ifrit, "Let's go."
Yanke's pupils dilated in astonishment.
"I know, I know..." she said, slapping the book on the gloved palm of the undertaker, "Here, I return it to you, Mrs. Ifrit keeps her word."
"Then—" The mourner was grabbed by the collar, he staggered unsteadily, and looked back at the sound, "...Flame Operator?"
"You—" Yanke's facial features were distorted by surprise, and the volume was out of control, "Where's your earphones?"
The mourner looked at him puzzled, not understanding why he asked, "I took it off. I estimate that it will damage hearing to some extent, and there is no need to wear it again."
"What is called--"
"Hey, hey, gentlemen." Ifrit said proudly with his hips on his hips, "someone is still sleeping."
"..." said the mourner, "let's change places."
They sit at the table.On Yanke's left hand was a draft book, and the undertaker wrote a few lines of steps neatly and in detail, and drew an equal sign at the end for Ifrit to fill it in.
"You took off your headphones," Flame said, "and I can't hear you."
The mourner turned his gaze away, and used the tip of his pen to prevent Ifrit from writing C on it, "Yes."
Yes?Yan Ke began to feel that the other party's indifference was unbearable, "You said there is no need—"
"This proves that we succeeded," said the undertaker. "Director Saria's theory is correct."
"..."
The mourner bowed his head indifferently to his livid face. "Not B, Ifrit," he said. "It's a calculation."
"You're annoying." Ifrit muttered, using an eraser to erase a few lines of wrong answers and lines written by the undertaker.The undertaker picked up a pencil and helped her fill in the missing parts.The fingers that exposed the black gloves were clean and slender, exactly like the hands in the dream.
Yan Ke heard voices from all over the room.The hinges of the chair creaked, and the pencil scratched across the page.rustle.Ifrit complained quietly.A few rooms away, the head of Camellia, which had been unwilling to decay for so long, broke off and fell silently to the ground.
All flowers have a flowering period.
"—it's gone, isn't it?" Flame asked. "The link is gone."
The undertaker looked at him.Through the thick frosted glass, Sentinel's emotions are tangled and complicated, like a ball of hair that can't find a thread.Confused, sharp, anxious... he seemed angry.Even though the mental barrier is solid and unbroken, Yan Ke's sense of existence has always been unmatched, and when he is excited, he is like sparks thrown towards the sun.The mourner didn't say yes or no, and the pencil was placed horizontally between the two, drawing a gap.
"Isn't that what you want?" he asked.
"Me?" said the sentinel, "you—"
Did you know—did you know—
The angel's pitiless blue eyes gleamed peacefully.
Yan Ke smiled in a trance.The voice in the dream overlapped with his.
Yanke said, "You are so pitiful."
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