canary in cage

Obtained, Hall pulled Isri away from Cehir's sight.

Hall's arrival somewhat eased the tense atmosphere. Isri sat in the room and let Hall violently dismantle the bandages on his body.

Seeing that the expression on Hall's face calmed down slightly, Isri opened his mouth to speak.

"When did the young master wake up?"

The movement of Hall's hands didn't stop, and he opened his mouth to respond, "The day after you disappeared."

After talking about Hall, he still didn't forget to add a line of ridicule: "What a coincidence, the young master woke up as soon as you disappeared."

Isri was stunned for a moment, and looked at Hall with slightly wide eyes, as if he was understanding the meaning of Hall's words.

"So... the young master is..." Isri didn't say what was in his mouth, but more he didn't dare, he didn't dare to think about what he guessed.

Hall looked at Isri like this, and laughed in a low voice: "What are you thinking? The young master has always been pretending?"

Isri's eyes flickered again, and Hall's mocking sound was heard immediately after.

"I haven't seen you so stupid before. If the young master pretends, won't he starve to death for so long?"

Esri seemed to have suddenly realized something, and looked at Hall with a slightly embarrassed expression.

The atmosphere between the two was a little indescribably stiff, and there were a few birdsong outside the window. Isri glanced sideways, and his eyes finally fell on Hall's hand.

"Does the young master still hate me?"

Isri's voice was not loud, but there was some grievance in his tone, and he lowered his head like a child who was waiting for an answer.

Hall tied the bandage with a final knot, turned to look out the window, stretched out his hand to push the window open, and a gust of wind blew the hair on top of his head.

"What do you think?" Hall asked with his mouth open.

Isri frowned, and folded his hands unconsciously: "I... don't know..."

"When you say you don't know, you already have the answer, don't you?" Hall said with a chuckle.

Isri stopped talking, and turned his head to look at the two rings lying beside the pillow.

Hall was right, his real question was not whether Cecil hated himself, but why Cecil didn't hate himself.

I clearly did something so unforgivable...

"You started the source, and you have to decide how to solve it." Hall turned around and said in a low voice: "But at least, you need to know that you can't go back to the past."

It was this sentence again, Isri moved his body, going back to the past was not the result he wanted, but isn't the most important thing right now is to go back to the past, so that he can start again?

"What you have done is irreversible, the best choice now is to start from the root, do you understand?" Hall was like a priest standing on a church, teaching his believers.

Seeing that Isri stopped talking, Hall opened his mouth again; "Don't get wet on the wound, I'm leaving."

When the room became quiet again, and the bird chirping outside became more obvious, Isri pressed the ring back under the pillow, got out of bed and put on his clothes.

"Ding……"

In the originally quiet house, even a little extra noise in the house could be heard clearly, Yisri was stunned for a moment while buttoning his hands, and subconsciously slowed down his movements.

It was the sound of the piano, which came from upstairs, not loud but very clear. Isri couldn't remember how long ago he heard it. Although he had been cleaning the upstairs, he had never seen Cecil go up there.

The notes are struck very slowly, each step is like trying to take the next step, and then the correct choice, the notes are connected to one piece of Isry before I can hear it.

"Liebesleid" is a relatively old song, and I have only listened to it a few times. Isri buttoned up the collar of his clothes, opened the door and walked towards the direction of the sound.

This piece of music already sounds sad, but the person who plays it now seems to amplify the sadness a little, and overwhelms the original piece's longing for happiness and joy to the minimum.

Unknowingly, Isri had already reached the door of that room, and the sound of the piano was right next to his ears. He didn't intend to push the door open, but stood by the door and listened quietly.

This room belonged to Cecil's mother. Since that incident, the house seems to have no third floor.

Isri's fingertips were so cold that he almost lost consciousness, and all this was changing, just like what Cecil said, "Time will destroy everything."

A piece of music was played very quickly, and within a few minutes of standing at the door, the sound inside had stopped. Isri put his hand on the doorknob and pushed open a gap.

The window inside was open, and as soon as the door was opened, the wind lifted the hair of the two of them, and the curtain that was placed quietly beside it was also blown up.

Hearing the sound of the door opening, Cecil moved his body and turned around to look over: "Hall is gone?"

Cehir's voice was very soft, and he easily led people into it. Isri took a few steps forward and was less than one meter away from Cehir.

"Just left."

Cecil responded, turned his head back, looked out the window, and opened his mouth again after half a second: "It seems that I blamed you by mistake."

Isri was stunned by Cehir's words, walked to Cehir's side in two steps, and looked down.

The distance of this house is just facing the garden at the back, and just right, you can see the pavilion standing in the middle.

In that small space, the nests inside were already evident from the outside, and the birds inside were old enough to go out and feed on their own.

It was only at this time that Isri realized these little birds. If Cehir hadn't said it today, he probably would have forgotten that there were these little birds in the garden.

"So, why didn't you explain clearly at that time." Cecil looked back at Isri.

Isri opened his mouth a little, and dared to open his mouth following a gust of wind: "At that time, your expression showed that you didn't believe me."

"Is that my mistake?" Cecil leaned on the window sill, looking at Isri.

"No!" Isri's decibel became louder, and then he quickly lowered his head: "No, it's my fault."

Cecil looked at Isri who lowered his head, he never thought teasing Isri could be so interesting.

"What about the other child?"

Hearing Cecil mention the word child, Isri's expression immediately became tense, and he quickly raised his head with firm eyes.

"That boy was really just an accident." Isri opened his mouth to explain, and his hands trembled twice unconsciously.

Without evidence, would Sehir believe it?

Cecil didn't speak, but instead looked up and down Isri: "What are you nervous about?"

Isri's neck was a little red, and his earlobe was a little hot: "What I said is true."