What is it like to be a wizard in modern times?

When Bancy walked out the door, he saw Shilu waiting for him a few steps away.

The manor where Tan Yuzhou lives has a bit of history, and there is a nostalgic owner living there. Even with the lights on, the house looks dull and dim, with traces of time procrastinating everywhere.

As soon as Bancy opened the door, the outside sun and wind poured in, as if he was about to step into another world.

Shilu waited quietly under the shade of the tree, standing with his hands in his pockets and not very upright, he heard the sound of footsteps before Bancy went out, opened the door and looked up, and it was falling into his eyes In the eyes.

The shrunken pupils look more like a beast, and the light golden color spreads outward from the deepest part of the pupils, making it difficult to distinguish whether this is the deepest color of his soul, or whether the sun has melted into his eyes .

But this is the one he prefers.

Bancy thought.

His father is smart and perceptive. Perhaps as an ordinary person, he doesn't know and can't understand what Bancy wants to do, but he has noticed what Bancy wants to do earlier than anyone in the Rothbart family.

So he showed Bancy the painting, the secret that he had planned to take into the coffin and bury forever.

So he couldn't say it, but he did try to apologize.

Bancy didn't feel how important these things were to him, anyone's reaction to anything that happened - apology or making up for it, no matter how regretful it was, it was only in the end. satisfy.

Even if he told Tan Yuzhou [-] times, I forgive you, I forgive you, his existence as a "Bansey" would not change in the slightest.

Bancy walked over, thrust himself into Shilul's arms, and begged for a kiss.

With the help of Shi Li's breath, he adjusted his somewhat disordered emotions and energy well, and was able to examine himself calmly, and examine the thread of fate entangled in his body like a ball of wool.

The existence of weaving fate weaves a bright and short fate for him, passing from birth to death like a meteor, and then continuing with an old and decaying thread, from another passing fate, the thread of waste recycling stretches or There are sparks flickering and jumping, illuminating lines that repeat the same mistakes.

Bancy can only see the past, the future is invisible, and he is not willing to peep - at the moment of being peeped, the infinite possibilities of the future will collapse and destroy into the only one-way street.

And the past is already fixed, whenever he turns his head, he can see his rotten and stagnant river of fate flowing behind him, and the shadow of the dead sinks at the bottom of the river, so he can't see his own appearance in the river.

"Bansy" looked at him from the bottom of the water, and his eyes reflected all the colors he wanted to see through the water. He knew all too well that this was just an illusion that mysteriously affected his spiritual world, and that gentle tolerance and motherhood would not belong to him. Patriarch of Rothbart.

He is just fantasy.

Then allow yourself to embrace the fantasy.

In this way, his rationality, morality, and self-cognition can co-exist with his mystery, grinding into a distorted form that can adapt to each other.

Isn't that a bit too vague to make it difficult to understand what happened?

Bansy couldn't help laughing, and showed an innocent look in Shi Li's bewildered expression, "I just think about something from the past."

He shouldn't have thought of it, but in this situation in the manor, his repressed and forgotten memories are like a mouse in a hole sniffing cheese and poking its head out, looking around furtively to give him another bite.

It didn't hurt very much, but it made him want to laugh and made him sick at the same time.

Bancy saw that the curtains on the second floor were drawn open, and the figure was hiding behind it, motionless.

Ah, probably his father has also been reminded that this situation will be ridiculous and disgusting, so he can't move in embarrassment, like a criminal waiting to be sentenced.

After all, he is "Bansey". Earlier, he was so pretty and delicate that the real thing could be faked. Even the arc of his smile was measured with precision like a protractor. A fake is so perfect that it is almost fake.

Bancy blinked his eyes, sincerely thankful that he did not inherit that overly sensitive artist talent.

Shi Lu also followed him and blinked his eyes. Banxi always hides some secrets that he doesn't know, and buries them deeply to keep him from knowing. Reaction.

But how could he react?

Couldn't he just kiss his lover lovingly and tenderly, treasure and solemnly collect the little sincerity that was quietly stuffed into his arms.

There was a crackling sound of something falling on the second floor, and the energy flowing in the manor was a little turbulent, turbulent, just like the complicated mood of the owner here.

Bancy couldn't stop laughing like a successful prank, lying on Shi Li's shoulders to cover his expression that was more vicious than the villains in fairy tales at this time.

He suffers, and he expresses his understanding to the perpetrator's difficulties, and if the other party needs it, he is happy to repeat the words of forgiveness and forgiveness countless times.

But he never swore that he would not retaliate.

Revenge is the same thing as atonement and apology to make up for mistakes. It has nothing to do with others and is only for his self-satisfaction.

Bancy didn't stimulate his father's fragile artist nerves anymore, and dragged Shi Li away from the dead manor.

He will not set foot here again, of course, if his father is willing, he will continue to manage his father's property to ensure that his father can continue to nest in the studio and paint portraits of his mother over and over again, pretending that nothing happened, He still loves his dead wife faithfully.

……

But Banxi flew thousands of miles across the ocean for more than ten hours, and it would be too bad for him just to meet Tan Yuzhou.

The most important destination is the ancestral home of the Rothbart family. The centuries-old castle stands tall, and a spire can be seen from a long distance away among the trees.

This season, the forest outside the castle is full of dead leaves, and a few crumbling leaves are hanging on the branches, trembling in the wind. The sound of brushing and brushing is incessant in the wind, echoing the melodious sound coming from the castle. String music, bursts of laughter.

The energy fluctuations of the witches disturbed the silent and dead air of the castle, and the energy was uneasy and chaotic and soothed by the breath from the same blood. All the witches who stepped here were outstanding and outstanding witches from the Rothbart family.

The sweet and slightly hot smell diffuses in every corner of the castle, and the air is full of restless and expectant emotions, gathering into a wonderful and intoxicating atmosphere.

"Bansy..."

"Child... Patriarch..."

They whispered, and their eyes couldn't help but glance towards the door.

Today's protagonist has not yet appeared on the stage, and the male companion of the protagonist is still awkward and refuses to let him go, trying to get a lot of money.

"I'll be right back." Bansy was forced to promise Shili something that was not suitable to say, and comfortingly pinched Shili's gloomy face that he hadn't seen for a long time.

This is really angry and awkward, no matter how Shi Lu said that he doesn't care and it's okay, on the other side of the door, there are Yingying Yanyan queuing up to the horizon, all coveting Banci in his arms.

"After I come back..." Banxi paused for a while and kissed Shilu's lips instead, "Okay, we've already booked our flight for the evening, and I'll be fine soon."

It's better not to say anything about going back and not going out after the end, otherwise he will always have an ominous premonition that the flag has been set up.

It's like people who said they want to go back to their hometown to get married, but they can't go back in the end.