Brother he died again [Quick Transmigration]

"Sorren La Fontaine, Earl of Rensa, passed away this morning." "News" put an oil painting portrait of the old earl on the society edition, accompanied by a bold headline.In a short draft, he only used one or two sentences to briefly introduce his life, but later used a long speech to speculate on the inheritance of inheritance and title succession that may be involved in the will.Combined with today's front page headlines: A newly promoted congressman's proposal to increase unemployment benefits.Obviously people still care more about interests, whether their own or others'.

Song Nian sat on the bell tower for a long time last night, watching different birds rising and falling on the eaves, constellations sinking into the pine forest outside the city, thinking about what he could do in this passive situation.

The first thing is to ask Cosimo for help. He is not only a business partner, but also one of the few people in this story who knows Song Nian's identity as a vampire. He handed over the blood plasma sent by the elders' home a few times.

"Good morning, Song." Cosimo knocked on the door of Song Nian's house in a good mood, and beams of sunlight invaded the dim room, "Today's sunshine is rare, you'd better stay at home, I'll take advantage of the sun while it's closed. Old Morty has built a new arbor in the vineyard, and I don't know if it's on the top of the hill or where, but it won't be under that oak tree..."

"Have you got the thing?" Song Nian folded his hands in front of his chest, feeling that if he didn't interrupt his friend's narration, he would know how many fruits were hanging on the vine.

"You have to believe that an excellent businessman has complex interpersonal relationships, here!" Cosimo took out a white envelope from the inner pocket of the suit, which was flat and meticulous. "Opera tickets for tonight's performance by the Ivan Troupe, box seats on the second floor. There are relatively fewer people around, but it's no different than Notte's attic. If you feel something is wrong, there is a phone in the lobby on the first floor, just call the store directly , there is still a copy in the plasma freezer that I brought last time..."

"Thank you." Although grateful, this friend was obviously in high spirits today, and Song Nian had to interrupt him again.

"Enjoy the show, I don't want to receive a call from you tonight." Cosimo smiled brightly, and turned to open the door, accustomed to Song Nian's interruption. "Okay, I'm going to enjoy my sunshine. As for you, how about developing new hobbies?"

"Maybe this will be my new hobby." Song Nian raised the envelope in his hand.

The tickets for tonight's performance by the Ivan Troupe were almost sold out as early as half a month ago, and it is said that there are still many ticket sellers who made a lot of money.When Song Nian talked about this with Cosimo four days ago, the latter only took out the address book and flipped through a few pages before agreeing, as if what Song Nian said was just to drink a glass of wine with a sense of ritual of.

It was just a quarter past nine in the morning, and now as a vampire, he didn't need to eat or sleep, and he felt as if he had easily achieved the state that thousands of monks wanted to achieve in the last novel—immortality.It's just that you can't see the light, you can't subdue the demon, you can't get rid of the demon, and you can't help the so-called justice. What's interesting is that no matter whether it is a human or a ghost, it seems that they can't escape the situation of forming gangs.

Song Nian lives in a two-story single-family building. There is a citron tree in the courtyard behind the house. Some branches caress the window lattice of the study on the second floor. The whole spring and autumn exudes a faint fragrance.There was also a small cellar, with a door on the side of the fireplace and a narrow staircase, and one wall of a square cell was covered with bottles of various colors, empty and full.There are eight oak barrels stacked on the opposite side, and a single leather sofa and a low table are placed in the middle.There is no light in the cellar, but a small window is opened on the empty wall for light, the vampire can see most things in the dark, but Song Nian likes moonlight, and likes to drink wine while looking at the citron tree Dense shadows.

At this moment, Song Nian was sitting on the sofa and reading the daily newspaper. Suddenly, an envelope that was the same as last night fell in the shadow of the small window, "The task remains the same." This time, he didn't even sign the letter. It seems that someone has already started to worry.

Song Nian left the cellar, went upstairs, and walked into the study.The content of the agreement is not mentioned in the novel, but Song Nian can be sure that if he follows the original plot of the novel and directly informs Xiaola Fontaine to fulfill the agreement, then what he gets in return is his long-planned departure. After the funeral, he left the city of Lensa directly, so that even the forces owned by Van Zhuo could not find him.This time, the departure made it impossible to know the content of the agreement. Some people wanted to keep silent, but some made mistakes.

It was only at this time that Fanzhuo asked Song Nian to investigate what the agreement was in the letter.Song Nian started from the manuscript attached to the first letter and began to investigate the old Duke's donation letter.On the third day after the funeral, Song Qiuyuan, the head of the Lovanso church who received the donation from the old earl, died in his research room, and a manuscript and some jewelry donated at the same time disappeared.In the end, the Lunza police settled the case with robbery, and the lost jewelry was found when the stolen goods were sold. As for the manuscript, no one cared.But the robbers admitted the charge of theft, but refused to admit that there was any murder. According to them, they never saw Song Qiuyuan at all, because he never took jewelry and other exhibits out of the showroom.The intersection of Song Nian and Song Zhiyu in the original story became intensive because of Song Qiuyuan's death. One was to ask for advice on the surface with a mission and investigate secretly;

If Song Zhiyu wants a perfect ending, then what he most expects in this ending is that Song Qiuyuan is not dead. Although this father is jerky and restrained in expressing his feelings, he is indeed the person who loves Zhiyu the most in this world. up.Song Nian thinks that his role in this novel should be a friend of Zhiyu, a passer-by in life, not even a brother with deep feelings. When mentioning "deep feelings", Song Nian fell into confusion again , until now, I still can't understand my inner thoughts about my brother, whether it was the moment when Song Zhiyu expressed his heart at that time, or the mood of entering different novels in order to redeem it now.He seems to be unable to see his truest emotions, but one thing is as clear as the North Star in the dark night, Song Zhiyu is the most important person in the world, no matter how many people he meets, no matter how time and space change. [So Zhiyu, why did I lose you...]

Song Nian held a cowhide-bound book and flipped through it casually. It contained constellations that appeared in the sky in the four seasons of the northern hemisphere, as well as stories, but his thoughts always wandered away from the characters.In the end, Song Nian simply closed his eyes, and the ghost's body didn't need to rest, which would stop the spirit of the person from functioning.But helplessly found that after relaxing, my thoughts became even more chaotic. From the studio to Cangshan Mountain, and finally to the Cathedral of Notre Dame, a kaleidoscope swirled in my mind like a kaleidoscope, and the dizziness made the semicircular canals uncomfortable.Song Nian opened his eyes, his pupils were scarlet, and felt that his temples were about to explode in a second. Practice has proved that vampires are really not suitable for sleeping.

The sunlight passing through the gaps in the curtains became calm and gentle. Song Nian rested his forehead on the chair and slowly calmed down his out-of-control body, and opened his eyes again, which had returned to a calm light brown color.After taking a sip of the wine and closing the pages of the book, Song Nian walked into the cloakroom while stretching his body.

When the lights came on, the Shani Theater was illuminated with golden lights, and the already magnificent Roman-style colonnade was a little more solemn than in the daytime. "The Marriage of Figaro", a classic opera, was staged as scheduled in the city of Lenza near Christmas.Song Zhiyu played the innocent little servant Cherubino in the play.Many people regard this role as a girl in the play, and in previous performances, actresses often acted in men's clothing.Song Zhiyu is a rare falsetto tenor, with a timbre like a spring and a feather, and his age is just right, coupled with his delicate features, the director has some scruples in his heart, but finally decided to play him.Song Zhiyu, who was fully made up and haired, sat in front of the mirror in the dressing room, speaking to the lyrics with the preparatory actors as if they were opening their voices.Although I have never done a non-substitute cast, I have seen stage performances, big and small. I am not too nervous, but more excited. Maybe there are special people in the audience tonight.Song Zhiyu looked at himself in the mirror and smiled unconsciously.

The sky is dark blue, and the city of Lunza covered by street lamps has a warm tone. Song Nian put his hands in his pockets, his light gray coat was open, and a brown-red scarf was casually hung around his neck. He walked slowly towards the theater .Compared with Lunza in the middle of the night, Song Nian, who was originally a human being, still enjoys the Lunza at sunset more vividly and brightly, with less treacherous gloom, and the gentleness of the late night is finally left to the sky.The sound of people talking easily and cheerfully can be heard between the doors of the restaurants on the street. The aroma of the dishes brought out by the waiters makes the index finger move. Basil, black vinegar, lemon... I used to feel that floating in mid-air was unreal, but suddenly It seems to be reduced by a few points.

Song Nian recalled that in the present world, after Song Zhiyu got out of school, the two of them walked slowly on the street like this, listening to the sound of cars, chatting, and walking among the dense camphor trees beside the road. Kai Zhiyu's drunken father wantonly squeezed his youth into Song Nian's small rented house, the flickering incandescent lamp and the smell of damp, the rubbing sound of the pencil scraping the ground to the length of his knuckles and the paper became vivid up. .

In front of the Neptune Fountain on the City Hall Square, Bach’s Violin Concerto in E major slowly flowed out from under the bow of the young musicians. I glanced at the clock on the City Hall, and it was only a quarter to 7 o’clock.Song Nian decided to sit on a chair in the square for a while. The theater foyer before the show is always a good place to socialize, but his social partner may not like such an occasion, and he doesn't even know how old that person is. Click here.

"Etty, get off work after tidying up the items on this shelf. It's not too late to come back tomorrow for the rest."

"Okay, sir." Yi Di's eyes moved between the register book in her hand and the densely packed books on the shelf. Recently, she and Mr. Song are tidying up the library in the church and numbering some newly added books for convenience. Future borrowing management.

Song Qiuyuan took off his glasses and put them on the desk, "Remember to close the door when you leave, and leave the key to the pastor."

"No problem, sir. I wish you a pleasant evening, and I hope Mr. Xiao Song can also perform well."

"Thank you for your kind words." Song Qiuyuan stroked his hat and said goodbye with a smile.

The weather was getting cooler, Song Qiuyuan fastened the buttons of his coat, put on his scarf and closed his hat, and walked out of the chapel, feeling that this autumn was extraordinarily cold.The San Lorenzo Church is not far from the Shani Theater, and it is only a 5-minute walk across the City Hall Square.But Song Qiuyuan walked across half of the square and went to a flower shop.

The clock in the city hall pointed to seven o'clock, and the young man finished playing. Song Nian went forward and put a few coins in the piano case, and then walked towards the theater.In the hall, well-dressed people gathered together in twos and threes with a moderate social volume. Song Nian touched the tip of his nose, walked to the brochure rack, took out a few copies, and looked at them with some laziness.Song Qiuyuan came in holding a bouquet of daisies, and left his coat and bouquet.Song Nian looked at Song Qiuyuan from a distance, and it seemed that Song Zhiyu in this time and space might be more like a mother he had never met, but the temperament of the father and son between the brows and eyes was quite similar, the same gentle and calm.Song Nian wanted to exchange some pleasantries, and he was familiar with Mr. Song, but he was not good at words and didn't know what to talk about in front of his elders, so he sat quietly on the bench again.

"Ladies and gentlemen, you can check in tickets for tonight's performance. The ticket office on the second floor is on the right. Please enter the venue in an orderly manner. I wish you a happy viewing." Song Nian thanked the theater manager very much at this time. Free yourself from one of your own awkward vibes.Holding the brochure and waiting for most people to enter, Song Nian slowly stood at the end of the line.

"Young man, what's your seat number?" A somewhat familiar voice came from behind, and Song Nian turned sideways, "No. [-] in the second row, sir."

"What a coincidence, I'm number three in the second row." Song Nian raised his eyes and saw that it was Song Qiuyuan. "The light in the box on the second floor is relatively dim, and I can't always see the number clearly. Can you help me identify it later?"

"My honor, sir." Song Nian had imagined that he might not have the chance to talk to Song Qiuyuan when he came to the theater this time, but he didn't expect a coincidence to happen, and hoped that the story could be rewritten from this encounter.