immortal person

Lorenzo waved to the adjutant, then let him grab him and walked towards the posthouse.At dusk, the crowded maple trees in the valley were dyed reddish-brown, and the ravens and owls were singing in the distance.He pushed Lorenzo into a guest room, slammed the door, and kissed him right there.With a rush of enthusiasm, Lorenzo raised his face to accept his kiss, wrapped his arms around his neck, and gently stroked the back of his head with his hands.Half a year later, Giovanni's hair grew long.

All this without warning, but it seems that there is no need to ask each other why they are here.Just as he has been waiting for this moment for a long time, Lorenzo will not miss the opportunity to meet each other.The lips of the two finally parted, and Lorenzo comforted him softly, you see, he said, I am intact and I have protected myself very well, because this is also yours.

He felt Giovanni begin to tremble, and drops of water fell on his neck.Lorenzo hugged him, wondering how Giovanni survived the time when news of his death was widely rumored.At this moment, the flood-like fear finally receded slowly. Giovanni groped his shoulder and neck to confirm that the wounds had healed. He lowered his head to kiss the pale scars with a restrained and pious expression. "I'm fine, I'm here," Lorenzo whispered in his ear, "don't be afraid."

He unbuttoned his cloak, placed Giovanni's hand on his chest, and his pounding heart beat into his palm.Giovanni undressed him and pushed him on to the bed, grumpy as a wolf.He opened Lorenzo's legs and bit his neck at the same time, almost bleeding.The wooden bed creaked violently, like someone begging for mercy, but Giovanni pretended not to hear it at all.Lorenzo looked into his face, and those gray eyes, which were usually gentle, were now fierce. They fixed on Lorenzo and seemed to say for Giovanni, I am going crazy.

If God allowed, he would have crushed Lorenzo and swallowed him.

There was only heavy breathing and groaning in the room, Lorenzo hugged his back, thinking in confusion, fortunately he knew this in advance, and sent all the attendants outside the post house.

By the time Giovanni calmed down, it was dark.The guards lit a fire outside the door and roasted some rabbits. Lorenzo went out, and when he came back, Giovanni was sitting by the bed with his head down, wondering what he was thinking.After dinner, they quickly started touching each other again.This time the caress became extremely gentle, every touch was cautious, as if afraid of waking up something.After this they lay sweating together, and Giovanni lit a candle and gazed at Lorenzo by its light.

Lorenzo spoke of the events of the past few months, his voice languid with contentment and weariness. "I haven't been with the army all the time," he said. "I just came back from Venice just three days ago."

"How about it?"

"There will be two earls leading the army. The Ottomans in the east...they are not easy to deal with this time. They urgently need our support at sea in the future, and they will definitely show corresponding sincerity at this time. .”

"Actually, every day I hope that their battles will be more fierce." Lorenzo also turned sideways to face him, "Then the Holy See will have to react."

Giovanni was silent.He only cared about one thing: after this war, there might be another soon.The scale of that war will only be larger and its significance will be more extraordinary. It will not only involve a few city-states, but a game between one world and another. [1]

As usual, Lorenzo saw through his worries easily: "Don't worry. I won't be fighting. Florence will still be fighting, but I guess we'll just have to provide the fleet and the gold."

Giovanni took his hand and kissed it, and Lorenzo smiled and sighed, closing his eyes: "After this battle is over, I will do my best so that my people don't have to worry anymore - at least as long as I live After a short pause, he read a scripture, "'Nation will rise against nation, and kingdom against kingdom; there will be famine and earthquakes in many places'. I don't want to see these anymore; I have seen enough."

Giovanni watched him quietly.Lorenzo opened his eyes and touched his face: "I want to be...a pointer of peace."

"I still have a lot of sweet dreams, and I'll just wait until the war is over to realize them. Not the ones that used to be unrealistic—the ones I'm most sure of."

He showed a look of longing: "I think... it won't be long before Tuscany will become such a place..."

"Nations no longer raise swords against each other, nor men learn to fight, but each sits under his own vine and fig tree, and no one will make them afraid;[2]

"The armory dwindles, academies spring up; old Rome, Ephesus, and Alexandria reappear, knowledge grows like green weeds in early spring, and everyone can read and write ; Then ignorance recedes, rationality takes over the order, people no longer quarrel when they meet, but sing the same idyll together..."

Let us be honored while we live, that we may enjoy immortal virtue after death; and if the gates of heaven are closed to us, build a new heaven on earth: where the perishable must become immortal; the mortal Always become immortal. [3]

"By the way, there is also beauty and love." He smiled softly, took Giovanni's hands, and kissed his palms cherishedly, "These will be the hands that bring us beauty—they are also my hands. Lover's hand."

If I could, I wished they were forever safe from carnage, gore, and the filth of the world.Lorenzo closed his eyes, with sleepiness over his brows, and he muttered his last wish: "Then, some spring, we can ride out to the fields..."

The harps hung on the willows, and the honey-pots and berry-baskets were under the trees; and the sun warmed the grass, and there we sat, wanting nothing, squandering the time, passing day after day with nothing to do.

A promise made many years ago has yet to be fulfilled, but it probably won't be too far away.

His voice became softer and softer, and finally fell into long breaths.Giovanni pulled the sheet over him, and lay back in his place, gazing at the face that pleased him.The shadow of time receded quietly at this moment, as if he was looking at Lorenzo nearly ten years ago, so clearly, he was the young Duke standing under the apple tree like Apollo.His soul has not yet been attacked by severe frost, like the rising sun, passionate, fearless, and full of hope.

It's like an ascetic who, after decades of trekking, finally returns to the original monastery; everything has changed, but his heart remains the same.He put his arms around Lorenzo's shoulders and smiled silently.

In their dreams that night, they all saw many things in the future.Giovanni saw Lorenzo kneeling in front of the emperor, receiving a piece of paper—it was strange, he had never seen the emperor of the empire, but he knew that vague shadow was; he saw a young man who looked like Giulio in the cardinal's regala, and then the scene changed, and the red cap on his head became a tiara; and Lorenzo saw him, and Giovanni was standing on the towering scaffolding of the great chapel, his In front of him is a magnificent mural, the Holy Family stands above the clouds, and every crescent wall is filled with prophets in the Old Testament. In the golden light at the top, a white dove slowly flies out...

He seemed to blend into the painting, and in the next moment he came to the world after the death of his generation. Heaven was empty, but hell was crowded and noisy. He couldn't judge where he was, and he didn't know whether Giovanni was by his side.He began to search anxiously, calling out the man's name until he looked down and saw the hands that were always clasped.

Then he was no longer afraid.

They slept peacefully until dawn, and when they woke up, they told each other about their dreams. The feeling in the dream was too real, as if it was indeed an undeniable future.And who knows the future? ——Fate always prefers to arrange unpredictable endings for people, just like when they were young, who would have thought that they would have each other one day? ...

They watched the sunrise from the window, and the vast field was gradually shrouded in sunlight, becoming warm and bright.The adjutant urged in a low voice, and they parted at the gate of the posthouse. Lorenzo stepped into the stirrup and waved to him from the horse's back.No one noticed what they said quietly.

"—Come back alive."

"--certainly."

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[1] The Christian world and the non-Christian world

[2][3] Adapted from Handel's "Messiah"

"The people will fight against the people" comes from the Bible Matthew 24:7