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They fuck each other face to face.

Julian liked the long bones and healthy skin, the bright fresh gray eyes of an animal that had run a long way along the shoreline, and he especially liked the lips that were parted a little like morning marigolds.

Stephen was also staring at Julian.

He looked at his finely wrinkled face, and in the traces of the horizontal lines on his forehead he saw the ripples in the wine glass, and what poured into his brain was the dew on the leaves of the tree of wisdom and life.

The slender pattern on the face is the end rhyme and the magic of intricate interweaving when thinking.

There was a sullen light in his dark-rimmed eyes.Stephen felt a mixture of strength and warmth in him, his body littered with ugly bruises, his right shoulder slightly lower than his left, and an uncomfortable hollow under his kneecap.

These special things gave his appearance a distinctly unusual power, which made him either ugly or extremely beautiful in people's eyes.

Just between the two of them, in the transparent air, something ancient was born, and it flapped its wings, and its soft feathers fluttered gently, awakening the mutual memories in their hearts: the silent white snow, the whispering lead Bright moonlight, whistling blade-like blizzards, and twittering branches in the dark night.

The voices were getting closer and closer, echoing in their ears.

Stephen flushed, and he suddenly stretched out his hands under an irresistible urge, and stroked Julian's wound.

And Julian raised his hand and grabbed Stephen's wrists tightly, holding them tightly like a convulsion.

Life becomes simple in this moment, and so much time has been gathered in this moment, the moment when he holds the hot, living hand of the one he loves.

"Ah, it hurts..." Stephen said.

Julian leaned forward and whispered in his ear, "I came here to hold your hand so hard it hurts like this." His voice was low and sweet, like the flapping of a beetle's wings, like The sound of apples falling on the soft grass in midsummer night.

The unknown ancient thing mumbled its name to itself.

It is the soul that is invisible to the naked eye, but jumps in and out of the body.

It unleashes joy, and joy hits the walls like a wild bird flying to freedom.

Julian’s lips pressed Stephen’s lips tightly, and the latter closed his eyes.

They unfolded that human drama, born out of the ancient darkness, a drama that has never ended and will never end through the centuries.

In the blood they draw from star crumbs, beast bones, earth and grass, there is a burning and wild desire.

What comes from nature and will return to nature, alive with desire, touches every secret place with joyful surprise, as if no one on earth had ever loved, as if for the first time, a human being Becomes a flesh-and-blood, sentient soul in the arms of another.

Stephen felt something very strange and very happy.

A crack had opened in some dark wall of despair, and beneath it was revealing the beautiful, radiant surface of life.

It is a golden-red feather, falling down from the dark sky, whirling, wetted by the thick fog, but still moving slowly with an incomparably graceful posture.

He grabbed the feather, kissed it, and drove it like a nail into his heart.

He was nailed to the earth, and the nail that pierced his heart pierced the earth, pierced the tree trunk, pierced the soft fur of the antelope, pierced the iron armor, pierced the bone under the armor, pierced the skull and the palm of Christ.The earth absorbs the bright red blood like a sponge absorbs water, the flag flutters on the grave, and the dove circles in the sky.

play music!play music!This earth, these nails, these fine scraps of bone, carrion, ashes, and dust of butterfly wings.

In the dark night, Julian woke up, and he gently left Stephen's embrace.

Then he drank the last bit of whiskey on the table.The person sleeping on the bed moved slightly.

"What time is it?" Stephen's voice was in a daze, and Julian walked over, leaning over and stroking his hands on the bed sheet.

"It's 03:30, sweet little one."

He rested his head on Stephen's chest, and his chest rose and fell evenly. The atrium under the muscles and bones made a low beating sound. A heartbeat sent a stream of blood into the veins, and then the flowing blood returned to the heart.

Outside the window, the moon hangs high in the sky and is spinning around the earth, while the earth is slowly falling towards the sun.

Julian closed his eyes in relief.

He needed a good night's sleep, and after so many exhausting days of research and two days of taxi rides and dizzying train rides, and perhaps this night, he'd rather put all the annoyances behind him. Drive everything out of his mind, now he only needs to think about the person in his arms.

When Julian woke up the next day, he found himself lying on the bed alone. At first, he was a little panicked, afraid that Stephen would leave suddenly, but then he followed a rustling sound and saw Stephen was flipping through a book at the table.He let out a long breath, and said reassuringly and happily, "What are you doing?"

"Put these books in the bag." Stephen glanced at him with a smile and replied.

Julian lay back on his back, staring at the young man's cheerful face.Looking in the sunlight, Stephen was less melancholy and dark, and his relaxed and sensitive side appeared more.

Suddenly he thought of something, and after thinking about it, he decided to speak as cautiously as possible.

"Uh, Stephen." He pretended to cough, "I have a little question... I want to ask you."

"Perhaps I should remind you that you never asked me any 'little' questions."

Stephen said sarcastically, "You can always turn your so-called problems or 'little' problems into endless 'big' problems. Well, what is this time?"

"Well... I remember that at noon on the day you left town, I asked you what you were doing that morning, and you still haven't answered me. Now that I think about it, I want you to give me an answer .”

"Since you have forgotten for three days, please continue to forget."

"No! Stephen. I can't take it." Julian sat up. "That morning, just before I found you, I saw Bernous and you in the mirror... I want to know what happened."

Stephen no longer sorted the books, he stopped all movements, stood there stiffly, his cheeks turned red quickly.Julian looked at him suspiciously.

"What did Bernus do to you?" He stood up, walked in front of Stephen, and grabbed his shoulders with both hands. "Is he really treating you..."

Stephen took a deep breath and shook his head. "He's done nothing. It's none of his business. I think he's just confusing you."

"In that case, why didn't you tell me then."

"Because...cough, because..." Stephen began to look at the sky outside the window, "because...cough damn it! I can't believe you haven't done it, Julian! It's like you've never been young! Cough! I hate how caring you are, like an old hen with wings spread out! Damn! Maybe I should beg you, 'Leave my business alone, I've grown up, oh, don't you see'? I I thought it was the limit to meet someone like my mother in this life!"

The words bubbled out of his mouth like bubbles in water, and Stephen glared at Julian and said, "At that time, I was s//y. Are you satisfied with this answer?"

Julian bit his lip hard.

Don't laugh!

Don't laugh!

But he could see from Stephen's expression that his anger continued to rise, like more and more boiling steam in a boiler, and before this boiler exploded, he'd better find that safety valve as soon as possible.He cupped the angry face and kissed the furrowed brow and pursed lips, feeling the hard lines soften and soften under his own lips, until finally they hugged tightly again.

the following few days.

Julian and Stephen put their investigations to rest and enjoyed a tour of Gabrovo and visited the Thracian cemetery in Kazanlak.From there, take the train back to Karlovo, stay for a day, and then take the shuttle bus from the Cedar Hill Hotel back to the town.

The car was bumping on the mountain road, Stephen leaned on Julian's shoulder, his eyes were narrowed due to sleepiness, and soon, behind his closed eyelids, many things appeared in his mind.He saw the old town, the dense green trees, the young women hurrying on the streets of Chicago, and the fishermen fishing with pikes on the Niger River.

He sees all sorts of things happening in all sorts of places, so much dissatisfaction and separation from each other.

Life is never perfect, there are too many constraints, which come from nature, from people's hearts, and from ancient customs.Countless lives were truncated in half, like a kitchen knife cutting a ham in two with a bang.

Stephen tightened the arms wrapped around Julian's arms.

He loves humans, the soft, fragile, curious, stupid little creatures.

But he felt a sense of distance, as if he couldn't understand anything, and everyone was so strange.He snuggled up to Julian.He wanted to experience a sense of continuity in a man whose 37 years of life seemed to contain 100 years of experience.

Keep going.

He wanted to maintain that continuity, the one that has been passed down from the women who sprinted along the banks of the Nile with their jugs on their heads, and the Neanderthals who hunted mammoths, that every creature that has ever existed, from ancient times to the present, has participated The torrent of them.

He fell asleep.