four o'clock moonlight

Moonlight and bloody color, you are the third kind of stunning color.

The audience applauded for a long time, and all of them cast admiring eyes on the people on the stage.

"It is a great honor for you to come to my performance, and thank you very much for your appreciation of my work "Moonlight"."

After Abra finished speaking, he bowed respectfully in all directions to express his gratitude.

This is the central city of Deke, which is also the most prosperous place in the country. There are many nobles and devout believers here. life.Here, God is a god-like existence, and as the only pope who conveys God's will, he is naturally more honorable, and even the nobles have to please a little bit.

Therefore, going to those concerts or enjoying other arts has become a common thing for nobles in the upper class to pass the time and compare with each other. Among them, Abra, who is extremely talented, is lucky to be favored by these nobles the son of.

He was honored to be called to Deke's church to be a musician, which caused many people to talk about it, and Abra's reputation increased greatly. Some people looked down on this musician's background, saying that he came from an inconspicuous small town Yes, of course, more people are invited to perform in various places out of appreciation and curiosity for this person, to see what he looks like and whether he really has the talent he said.

Well, since there is a bright side full of wanton waste of money, there is also a dirty and ugly side that is hard to maintain.

Tonight, the moon is bright and the wind is clear in Glenville, the cicadas are singing long and long, and the weather seems to be fine.

Under the dim street lights, Andersa lowered his head and played with the hem of his clothes. From time to time, he glanced at the time on his pocket watch, counting the minutes and seconds in his heart.

It's four o'clock.

"I am coming."

A familiar voice came from behind, and Andersa immediately turned around and took a step forward, wanting to hug her.

Abra took a small step back and avoided it.

"So...is it already like this..." Andersa chuckled with a bit of bitterness.

"Not even a leeway."

Andersa's voice was deep, lifeless and lifeless.

"It's an unchangeable fact that I'm going to Dirk." Abra said as usual, as if he was talking about his family's troubles.

"I can go with you, I can still..." Andersa retorted, fighting for the last time, he was unwilling.

He was interrupted halfway through the conversation.

"Don't be naive, I've told you many times." Abela said to Andersa.

"But... but these, I am slowly proving to you that I can be self-reliant... I can... go there to support myself... as long as... you are willing to take me there!" Andesa became a little excited again when he thought of something stand up.

Yes, his four years of hard work and three years of unremitting efforts cannot be erased by anything.

He used to be just an ordinary person, without any talent, nothing outstanding, and he was not the kind of magnanimous saint.Maybe God couldn't bear him to be so mediocre, so he gave him a bit of beauty, which gave him the capital to be paranoid.

Even paranoid enough to pursue a musician, that is a person from two worlds.

The first time I met Abela was at an outdoor performance. At that time, he was only 16 years old. He was idle all day long, and he saw the most eye-catching person in the crowd without any precautions. abra.

Andersa obviously didn't want to come to the market town today, it was already so late, it should be time to sleep.

If it wasn't for Kriti calling him for fun, he really planned to sleep soundly at home. Although sleep is also very important, but his curiosity seems to be stronger than these, so he doesn't know anyone. I feel like I have come to the market town.

He wandered around the town, as usual, the market town must be deserted with only the cold wind for company, but today seems to be different.

The lights are bright, the surroundings are still on, the crowd surrounds a center, and there are wonderful singing voices.

Andersa wanted to go in, but there were so many people that he couldn't squeeze in, and it would arouse some people's resentment and sarcasm.

"Hey, Andersa, last time you broke something in my house and ran away, right? I haven't seen you for several days, and now you come whenever there is excitement?"

"Isn't this Andersa? He even came to listen to the music performance? Do you understand?"

"That's right, hahaha, leave him alone, let's continue watching!"

Andersa curled his lips. Facing these people's slander, he has never refuted it. Although many of them were not done by him, people have already formed a prejudice against him, even a kind of paranoia against him. If he was on the spot for a good thing, he must have done it.

He also refuted it, and then his father beat him all up in front of the neighborhood neighbors, just to take care of his reputation, which is obviously an unwarranted thing and reputation, everything is so ridiculous.

Since then, he has never refuted anything, no matter what it is, as long as it is not a major issue, in fact it is not such a major issue, because people know in their hearts that there is nothing, and they are just looking for someone to take the blame.

Thinking of this, Andesa smiled self-deprecatingly. He lived for 16 years and became a person he hated. The endless abuse, sarcasm, and kicking in his memories also became his nightmare.

If so, why do you want to be a good person?It's because God didn't give him this chance, it's not that he didn't want to be it, Andersa didn't have such a big heart to help others after being beaten, so he just stayed mediocre and hateful.

Damn it... You won't be able to see the show at all... He has to find a way...

Andersa looked around, and suddenly saw an empty building in the southeast, which was about to be demolished. It looked a bit crumbling and unstable, but he still stubbornly found a place and climbed up.

He kicked his feet, climbed up, patted the ashes on his body, stood up, and immediately ran to the window to look at the place with the brightest lights.

Andersa was stunned, not even knowing how to describe the man he saw.

It's very similar to the plot of a book he read at Mr. Charles' house last time, it seems to be called... love at first sight.That person is so good-looking, he must be the protagonist in the novel, and what about him?But don't know.

Sure enough, books are bad things. It seems that after reading them, he was also restricted by the rules and regulations in the books, and his thinking began to become rigid.

Andersa was suddenly a little angry. He didn't know why he was competing with a book, and he was still sulking while listening to the song.

It's just that what Andersa didn't know at that time was that he was not competing with a book, but with his broken love after many years, nothing else.

As everyone cheered the central musician playing song after song, gunshots rang out.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

The lights went out, and the street was originally brightly lit, but now it became invisible. People fled in panic, and it didn't take long for them to disperse.

Andersa did not hide, but jumped off the building tremblingly, and walked quietly along the eaves alone.

Walking and walking, when he reached a corner, he heard a gunshot not far away, and someone fell down in front of him, with blood splattered all over his face.His eyes widened, his body began to tremble involuntarily and backed away.

Sure enough, he was still scared by the bursts of gunshots.

Seven years ago, his mother stood in front of him and blocked a shot for him. He still remembered that his mother stroked his head with trembling hands, and spoke softly with all her strength.

"Desa...don't... be afraid...they're gone...you have to take good care of yourself...Mom...a little tired...sleep for a while...can you go first..."

The young Andesa was terrified by the loud noise from the clarinet and the unstoppable blood of his mother, "No...don't...Mom...you don't sleep...Desa won't go..."

Mother's hands comforted Andesa all the time, even at the last moment, she was still muttering, "Don't be afraid... I'll just... sleep for a while... be good..."

Andersa was trembling all the time, until his mother's hand stopped, he looked up at her closed eyes, and the smell of blood in the air, he didn't want to do anything else, he just wanted to wait for her to wake up before leaving .

Andersa just kept waiting and waiting, waiting and waiting, even sitting in the corner with her mother in her arms for a long time, her legs were numb, and she didn't move a little, for fear of disturbing her mother.

Until dawn, he wanted to call his mother tentatively, but no one answered. Andersa hugged his mother's cold body, unable to accept the reality, and began to cry softly.

The light shone on him without a trace of warmth, instead it was bone-chillingly cold.

Bad memories made Andersa suffer. Now, a fresh life was passing in front of him, and he really wanted to go to see how the person was doing and whether he needed help.

But...you can't go...if you go...you will be found and killed...

can not go……

cannot…

Do not……

Sure enough, he is still... so useless... Seven years ago, seven years later, it is the same, no one can save him, he can only squat in the corner by himself.Why...became someone I hate...why...God treats him like this...?

Andersa couldn't stop backing away, suddenly lost strength, and fell backwards.

But was hugged by a person.

Andersa turned his head tremblingly to look at the person coming, clenched his fists, and because of the high tension, his legs forcibly regained some strength.Get ready to break free and run away.

For a moment, when they looked at each other, time seemed to stand still.

It's that musician.

Andersa lost all strength in an instant and fell backwards.

The musician didn't move, just looked at him quietly, as if trying to find something in his eyes.

But there was nothing. The current Andesa only had absent-minded eyes and mental exhaustion. He was so fragile that any injury could be fatal.

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