The Beauty of the Villain [Quick Transmigration]

When I saw him again, it was the day when Josephine had just been admitted to the Conservatory of Music.

He was only 12 years old at the time, the youngest recruit in the entire Academy.No one in the town did not praise his talented family, and even several wealthy lords were willing to marry their daughters to him.

Of course, little Josephine is too young, and this matter will have to wait for a few more years.

Guests came and went, noisy, and the bow tie around his neck made him a little suffocated.

While toasting and drinking, he vaguely saw a figure sitting on the window sill.

Four years have passed, and Josephine has grown taller, closer to an older child, but the fox's face has not changed at all, as if the parting between the two was just yesterday.

"Come down, it's dangerous there, you'll fall." Josephine ran to the windowsill and shouted anxiously.

"Keep your voice down." The fox put his white fingers on his lips, making a hissing gesture, "No one can see me."

The fox came this time to fulfill his promise last time and give him a berry.

The berries are dark red in color, plump, sweet and juicy.But in the hand holding it, it is white and smooth, like cream, and looks more like a work of art than a berry.

"This is the fruit of the Ming River. It takes 1 years to germinate and 1 years to bear fruit, but it will ripen, go bad, and fall to the ground on the second day. Eat it, and you will get a strong body and never die from it." disease."

The fox said again: "Congratulations on your admission to the music academy."

Josephine shook her head: "The teachers there are old-fashioned and rotten, while the students are arrogant and vain. What they love most is not music, but the fame and status that music brings them. I don't want to go there."

He only dared to say this to the fox. If he told others, even if he was a once-in-a-century music genius in this country, everyone would laugh at him for having eyes above the top.

The fox didn't show any surprise, he looked at him calmly with gentle eyes: "If you don't want to go, then don't go. There is nothing in this world that can constrain your ideals."

The lotus root pink fingertips tapped twice on the child's thin chest.

"But remember to follow your heart."

Josephine touched her heart. Boys in that era were sensible very early, and the small piece of skin touched by the fox felt hot with shame and excitement.

Josephine's refusal of the invitation from the Royal Academy of Music became a joke for the prosperity of the town, and his angry father severed relations with him.

In order to make ends meet, he wandered all the way, and came to the duke's territory when he was 20 years old.

In the town by the river in the evening, a scantily clad woman stopped him and pulled him into a dark underground room.

When the woman's hands groped meaningfully on his body, Josephine pushed her away in panic and ran out.

That night he was drunk by the river, but a colorful phantom bloomed in front of his eyes, and the face of a fox appeared in the phantom.

…Holiness and glamor can be so perfectly combined in the same person, so beautiful.

The ultimate beauty is fatal, and Josephine suddenly broke out in cold sweat. It turned out that what he grew up all these years was just a body... His soul died as early as the age of seven.

He was in great pain, why did fate let him see him, but not let him belong to him.

In order to escape this pain, he began to drink heavily. Alcohol is good, and he will have more inspiration when drunk.

He indulged himself unscrupulously in the dark alleys - don't worry about getting sick, he has eaten the holy fruit by the Ming River, and he will never die of disease.

That period was the most painful period for him, and also the period when he was most concentrated in his creation.His works are absurd, dreamy, full of unspeakable despair and sacrificial fanaticism, and are enthusiastically sought after by local nobles.

"How did you become like this?"

The fox stood in a corner of the house, looking at him curiously.

This was the guest room of a certain nobleman's house, and Josephine was drunk on the luxurious carpet.

His life became more and more extravagant, but his people became more and more decadent. It was like an invisible spirit was sucked out of his bones, leaving only a moth-eaten hollow shell.

"Is it really you who are here? Or am I just another dream?" He looked at the fox with blurred eyes and laughed foolishly.

The fox didn't notice his strangeness.Of course, there are indulgences that are visible to the naked eye, but feelings of depression, sadness, unrequited love, and despair are beyond the scope of a fox's comprehension.

Although he has lived for many years, his demeanor is still ignorant of worldly affairs.

Someone must have protected him, Josephine thought.

"Your latest song is a little different from what I expected."

The fox sat down on the sofa half a foot away from him. The dark red sofa made his skin whiter, like the first snowfall in early winter.

From such a close distance, it seemed that he could smell the sweet fragrance on his body.

"The songs you created in the past were very cheerful, but the recent one, how should I put it..." He lowered his head, put his finger on his bright red lips, and thought for a moment, "I think it is asking something deep in the soul."

"Of course, this is also very good. I just wonder why your music style has changed so much, so I came to see you."

Josephine looked at him with drunken eyes: "God..."

He couldn't help asking, "Do you also have someone you like?"

"Ah, that's all. For example, you, little Josephine, you're very cute." The fox smiled.

"I mean, there's only one, unique."

Fox: "So that's what it means, of course there is. My husband Xijin, I really like him so much, I might die if I leave him."

There was a smile on his face, but the expression in his eyes was very serious.

The candle flames danced in the night, and Josephine found that there was a small red mole at the end of the fox's left eye.

The red mole added a bit of charming fireworks to him.

The dream became deeper and deeper.

Is this Josephine's nightmare, or his nightmare?

Vaguely, he felt someone pushing him.

"Jiang Liyou? Jiang Liyou!"

Jiang Liyou woke up in a cold sweat, staring blankly at the ceiling for a moment, Ning Wang's figure was reflected in her beautiful pupils.

"What's wrong with me..." He propped himself up and asked in a low voice.

Ning Wang handed him a glass of water, the cold water poured into his throat, and Jiang Liyou woke up somewhat.

Ning Wang looked at him intently, with hidden worries in his eyes: "You seem to be having a nightmare."

Jiang Liyou found that she was unconsciously clutching the quilt, tightly, and her palms were covered in cold sweat.

He hugged his arm covered with goosebumps in the coldness of the evening, and asked softly, "Ning Wang, can you hug me?"

Ning Wang was silent for a moment, then picked him up horizontally, and put him gently on the bed.

Jiang Liyou fell into the soft bedding, like a pearl trapped in silk.

When Ning looked up, he automatically hugged his waist and retracted into his arms.

"I can't sleep anymore." Jiang Liyou whispered aggrievedly.

Ning Wang was originally silent, but couldn't resist his coquettishness.The hand hanging on his back hesitated for a moment, and finally landed lightly on his back, Chi asked: "What's wrong with you?"

Jiang Liyou told him about her nightmare, Ning Wang listened quietly, and asked after listening, "And then?"

As Jiang Liyou talked, he felt sleepy already.He likes Ning Wang's embrace, this embrace has a familiar atmosphere that reassures him, like the sunshine in a winter afternoon, it is so comfortable that he wants to flick his tail, and the depressed mood has dissipated a lot.

"Later?" Jiang Liyou was stunned for a moment, "He died."

The last time the fox saw him was in the duke's dungeon.Josephine was found to have an affair with the Duke's daughter and was sentenced to death.

The man was lying in the corner of the dungeon, and the beam of light from the small window hit his peaceful face. It was clear that his death was approaching, but there was a sense of relief in his eyes.

"Are you here to see me for the last time?" He smiled.

The fox remained silent. He witnessed this supposedly extraordinary soul going to hell all the way, but he had no way to save it.I am even very confused about how things have developed to this point.

"Why?" Fox asked again, seriously.

Josephine asked softly, "Your Excellency, can you find me a violin?"

"I thought of a new piece of music, but there is no piano in the prison."

The fox can't help fulfilling his last wish.

The violin given to him by the fox, Josephine knew it was the first violin in his life, even the scratches on the head of the violin were exactly the same. Bringing it from the past to the present is something only God can do.

Fox is also curious about what kind of swan song this legendary genius will create at the end of his life.

That day—the melodious qin music was like a gust of spring breeze, blowing all over the prison where the sun never came, and even the most vicious murderer shed tears of repentance.

On the day the man was hanged, the fox mingled with the crowd of onlookers.The duke's daughter was also there, watching her lover tearfully.

Before he died, the man said without thinking: "If there is an afterlife, I just want to be a lark in front of my sweetheart's window."

He looked at the sky, not knowing who he was speaking to.

The angle of the sun that day was just right, illuminating a red mole at the end of the Duke's daughter's eye. She was so beautiful that she was half-distracted and holy.

Looking at it from this angle, she actually looks a bit like a fox.

"He can go..." Jiang Liyou leaned on his chest, his sleepiness was getting thicker, and he was almost raving, "As long as he pushes the prison door, he will find that the lock is broken, he just doesn't want to go... ..."

Ning Wang frowned slightly, always felt that this story was somewhat familiar, not like a dream, more like having witnessed it with his own eyes somewhere.

The head in his arms tilted slightly, nestled in his arms, and fell asleep completely.

Ning Wang pinched his pointed chin and shook it lightly. At this moment, a ray of moonlight shone through the window lattice, illuminating Jiang Liyou's beautiful face.

Under the left eye, there is clearly a small, charming red mole.

Chi Xiuyu stopped, and his eyes fell on the stairs of the teaching building not far away.

Jiang Liyou had just returned from the canteen, holding a half-eaten vanilla cone in his hand, and was being stopped by the vice president of the violin to say something.

He wrinkled his nose and said, "Understood." He looked very cute.

"I don't know what's going on in Lin Niannan's mind. He insisted on having Jiang Liyou replace Xun Nian's solo at the autumn gala." A boy behind him said.

Immediately, someone snorted: "Who? Jiang Liyou? He doesn't know how to play the violin at all, right?"

Everyone's impression of him is still at the stage of ignorance and incompetence. The change in appearance at most arouses the extreme possessive desire in people's hearts, and their sense of looking down from above still exists.

Chi Xiuyu, however, has heard him play the violin, and that level is definitely not linked to "ignorance".In fact, it can be called amazing talent, unparalleled in the world.

As for Jiang Liyou's side, these people didn't know about it.

Chi Xiuyu stared at it for a moment, seeing Jiang Liyou turn around to leave, lost the basketball, and ran after him with long legs.