Blade and Poetry

After being sent back from Yu Town, the fourth year of life in the academy began immediately.I deliberately memorized the melody of the piece that Karajan played that night, hoping that Lando could recognize its name.

"The latter part is "Edelburg Sonata No. [-]," Lando said after listening to my intermittent playing, "it was composed by Licini of Puguo. But I can't tell you about the first part."

"Aren't they the same one?" Those piano keys seemed to float in front of my eyes.I saw them being slowly pressed by a person's hands one night. "...Yes, I think so."

"It's a bit like some kind of folk song. It's in a minor key—it's weird, I haven't heard it before." Lando said, twisting a corner of the score on the piano stand. "So what's the matter, Vicente, can I help you?"

I begged her to teach me the tune.I learned the piano too casually back then, far inferior to Lan Duo's deep understanding of it.She immediately agreed, and excitedly wanted to find a score for me.

We meet once a week in the piano room. I always play it to her first, and she corrects my mistakes one by one.She often loses her shyness unconsciously when she is teaching, as if she has raised a lot of gentle age, and she is so serious and rigorous that I am a little dumbfounded.

But on the fourth such Sunday morning, I sat in the piano room on time and waited for her to arrive, and then realized half an hour later that this time she had unexpectedly missed the appointment.

I did not hear from her at all.The last time I saw her was Friday in literature class.I think back to her expression at that time - she looked very bright when she said goodbye to me after class, her curly hair shook with the bumps of her steps, and she didn't look like she had encountered a problem.

I couldn't help feeling a little worried: I certainly didn't think she was the type to oversleep at a time like this.

I didn't receive any news from the butterfly books I sent her one after another. I wandered around, but as expected, I didn't see her.I was full of melancholy, and suddenly remembered that there was another person who might know something, so I opened my palm and formed a new butterfly letter.

"Do you know where Lan Duo went?"

Coleman's reply was quicker than I expected:

"There's nothing dangerous. She's at home."

"It's not like 'nothing'." I wrote, "She suddenly cut off the news in the past two days and broke the appointment without saying a word. I am a little worried about her condition."

I stretched out my hand to play with the fallen leaves on the top of my head, and when I made up my mind to go directly to Lan Duo's apartment, I saw the black butterfly that I just visited flew back again.It circled around my hand twice before stopping, as if full of the writer's hesitation.

I opened it with one hand, and saw a short sentence written on it:

"She's mad at me."

After a brief stunned moment, I couldn't help but burst out laughing. I simply put the leaf in my mouth and freed up my hand to write on the butterfly book: "Would you mind telling me the story? I thought she wouldn't be angry with you at all."

After a while, I received a calm reply from Coleman.

"I said to Lan Duo yesterday: 'I may not enter the inner courtyard for further study after graduation, and do something that needs me to do more.' She said: 'Is it dangerous?' I said: 'It should be ' She finished dinner with me silently, and then said: 'If it's possible, I really hope they don't need you to do something.' I asked her why? She suddenly turned red and yelled vaguely , I was pushed out the door."

I thought about it and wrote: "I remember you never confessed your thoughts to her? She may have some misunderstandings."

"misunderstanding?"

"I'll bring that up later. I'm just curious, why didn't you just say it?"

"I couldn't do that before. I didn't want to steer the relationship in the wrong direction and it would be bad for her."

Disadvantage - I'm staring at the word.Why did he choose this statement?He and Lan Duo are childhood sweethearts.With such a talent, he will have a place in Columbus sooner or later. Even if he has no background, he is still strong enough to become a member of the vanguard after graduation.Even though Lan Duo has a huge family background, he absolutely doesn't need to worry about poor status.

I suddenly remembered what I had been speculating about Coleman's identity for a long time.There is no conclusion, only some conjectures based on clues, and one of them is his surname; a surname that is neither common nor rare in this country.

The current monarch of Columdunan is Redmonton King, who has loyal supporters headed by the Senate and the council of the Magic Association. The royal power represented by him can overwhelm any party in Columdunan One head of power.He is well past middle age, but the regime still seems firmly in his hands.In addition to his own skills, his eldest son, who is well appreciated by the people, probably also counts. Still, his daily behavior is beyond reproach, and he participated in the drafting of the well-received "No. 30 No. [-] Human Rights and Equality Act".

In addition to the much-praised eldest son, the king seems to have a young son who is not much different in age from the eldest son, but the exposure he received is far from comparable to that of the eldest son.

The storm between the Senate and the Magic Society never really subsided.Especially recently, some gossip about the king's health has floated out, and the Magic Society's activities towards the ruler suddenly appear to be abnormally active, and there is probably an undercurrent between the two.If Coleman is really the youngest son of the king, his attitude towards Lando, who represents the family behind him, makes sense.

"I don't need her to be anything," Coleman said to me when I was in Yuzhen.

Maybe it's not the arrogance of a lover, but the most down-to-earth voice that he reveals when he is shackled by the identity that hangs on a high place?

I took a deep breath and wrote slowly: "This statement is like an excuse. No one needs to hide behind someone to live well."

I don't know how many hints he can take from me.Although he didn't reveal his identity to me directly, he didn't avoid it in front of me either.I hope he understands--I desperately hope they won't be distracted for the above reasons.

It took me a while to get a reply this time.

"I never speak in front of her, Vicente."

"Trust me, she will trust you. No matter how you say it."

"why?"

I can seem to see a rare confused face of the man behind the butterfly.

"Why?" I squeezed my fingers and hammered my palm heavily: "It's like everyone knows her feelings for you! Even I know you love her very much..."

"They all understand." I took the flying black butterfly, as if I heard an inaudible sigh from inside.Another butterfly of the same kind followed, "But she doesn't understand."

My hand trembled, and the light and shadow of the butterfly shattered and dispersed.The fallen leaf I was holding fell to the top of my shoe, and was blown by the wind it brought to the ground, falling far behind me.

I ran in the direction of Lan Duo's apartment building.

The wind was very loud, and I only thought of asking Coleman, "Where are you?"

"I was waiting for her to open the door," he replied.

I patted my head suddenly, gathered the butterfly book, and scribbled crookedly on it while running:

"Then it's settled, you must explain to her! Continue to guard her door! She will definitely come out, you don't want to go—!"

He replied with three words: "Got it."

I felt the urge to burst into tears for no apparent reason.

Crossing half of the campus in a short time is enough to make you short of breath.I felt that the few broken hairs on my forehead were blown to the back during the running, and they were messy and messy at the moment.I didn't have the time to take care of them, so I counted the numbers and went downstairs to Lando's apartment.

This area is not a single-person apartment area, and Lando seems to live in the room on the left on the third floor.There is no gate in the apartment building. There is a thin beige border on the brick-red front wall, which circles a delicate door opening, and the upward square staircase can be vaguely seen from the outside.It happened that no one was going in or out of the building at this time, I suppressed my breath and squeezed into a gap that was one person wide between the stairs and the outer wall of the doorway, trying to recall the concealment magic circle that Odd had taught me, and quickly moved around the area around me. Just do some painting, and hope that it can work as long as possible, at least not too far behind Ord.

There is no sound in the building yet—I know whether I can hear the result soon is all due to luck, and I can't say how anxious I am, so I take a good look at the outside from the angle I am in.

After all, it was not too late, and there were still people passing by outside this small building.I had nothing to do, so I thought I was the headmaster, silently criticizing the clothes of passers-by: this cuff lacked one button, very slack; Out of manner; this is not impeccable, but the clothes are thin, which is not very good in September.

I suddenly felt that this thin layer of clothes looked very familiar, and when I glanced up, I saw Karajan's face.

The hair on his forehead was also blown back by the wind, and his whole body seemed to have come out of this summer.