[Shin Master Lan Yanqiang Professor Emperor Weber has] the lock of the sky

I would rather have real pain than fake happiness.

When Enkidu opened his eyes again, he was lying in the verdant forest.He frowned and lowered his head, his chest was smooth and flat without any piercing scars.

He sat up and pressed his chest, the real pain of being penetrated in the dream seemed to still remain in his body.The memory was fuzzy for a long time, and he couldn't figure out why he was desperately fighting the apparently invincible mad bull, and he couldn't let go until his heart was pierced by the bull's horn.

What a strange dream.Enkidu smiled and stood up, the big white dog he had just met whimpered against his bare instep, his dark eyes were full of concern.

"It's okay, I just had a nightmare, a strange nightmare." Enkidu murmured to himself while hugging the obedient big dog, "I dreamed that I was fighting with a person, and then helping him to fight more people .Although many times I think he really deserves to be beaten, and I should even help others to beat him, but I still help him in the end. Finally, when I finally have no strength to continue to help him, I died for him.” He paused Looking at his hands, the wheat-colored palms were clean without a trace of blood. The pouring rain of blood and the scars all over his body in the dream seemed distant and even absurd in the tranquil forest.

"It's an inexplicable dream, isn't it?" He rubbed the dog's warm and soft white fur and smiled reassuringly. "It must be because I was too tired chasing the lion yesterday to have such a strange nightmare."

I've obviously been living here, never left, never hurt.

"How about we catch a python today?" He stood up and stretched his waist. The sun shines through the branches and leaves on his skin, which is warm and comfortable. The beautiful birds are singing happily on the branches, and the breeze Blowing the branches and leaves in the forest with the fragrance of unknown flowers, the rustling sound is as soft as a dream.

This is his life, without those strange wars and complicated stories, where no one dies and no one grieves.

Thinking like this, he felt an inexplicable loss in his heart, as if something precious was lost in that strange dream, making everything in reality seem weird and unreal.

The big white dog barked happily, and threw itself on his chest. Its warm paws pressed something on the chest, and the sharp edges and corners pressed against the chest, creating a sharp pain.He moved the dog's paw and pulled a ruby ​​pendant from the collar of his robe.

"This king personally picked this one. How about it, isn't it beautiful? Although it's not as good as my king's eyes."

Whoever hung this pendant around his neck looked like a child who had found a treasure.His eyes were brighter than the rubies on the pendant, and his smile was brighter than the sun.The man lowered his head and kissed him, and the gentle and domineering breath blew into his heart. The memory mixed with the pain instantly spread unstoppably, filling all the gaps in his heart without a trace.Washed by the surging memory, he closed his eyes in some pain, and the countless blurred images gradually turned into the face of the same person, handsome, arrogant, confident, and childish, his Gil, Gilgamesh.

Following his unconscious call, the land under his feet gradually disintegrated, and the vast forest gradually became blurred, replaced by a dimly lit palace, and someone's tired, persistent, almost crazy eyes above his head.

"Why aren't you awake...Enkidu..." The man stroked his cheek and whispered over and over again.The haggard look he had never seen before pierced his eyes like needles, creating a continuous burst of severe pain.He struggled to raise his hand to caress those bloodshot eyes, but someone's strength stopped him.

Have you thought it through, my child?The voice of the god who made him came from an unknown place, far away but extremely clear.

You cannot stop the violent King of Uruk, return to him, your kind soul will only be filled with more pain, and your heart will only struggle with regret and sorrow.

You can stay, where your soul will find eternal peace and happiness.

He shook his head, his expression as firm as his answer.

I know all of this.

But what I know more clearly is that if I don't go back, that idiot will be sad.

I don't want the peace and happiness based on his pain.

Gilgamesh kissed Enkidu's tightly closed eyelids countless times, then raised his head, looked at the person who showed no signs of awakening, and sighed uncontrollably.

It has been six months since he returned to the ground. After taking the grass of eternal life, Enkidu's heartbeat and breathing returned to normal, but his consciousness seemed to be lost in an unknown space, and he never returned. sign.

In the past six months, Gilgamesh has hardly stepped out of the bedroom, and staring at the sleeping people almost non-stop has become his daily life.I only hope that the first person he sees is me, Gilgamesh thought.

Then rationally but inappropriately assumed what Enkidu would do if he never opened his eyes.

Gilgamesh is not a very patient person. After six months, from the initial anxiety to the later restlessness to the current numbness, he felt that his patience in his entire life was about to be exhausted.Today, after Mr. Ninazu came to the same "unexplained" conclusion as before, he could hardly control the sense of despair that spread throughout his body.In the middle of the night when everyone was asleep, he stared at this face that he had looked at for too long and thought too much, the dark thoughts that had been carefully suppressed grew wildly like weeds, and quickly filled his empty heart.

"If you really don't wake up, this king will drag you to be buried with you." He picked up a lock of long green hair and kissed lovingly, his words were so decisive that they were almost crazy, "My king's things will be my king's things in the end." of."

"...What nonsense are you talking about..."

The flamboyant but still familiar voice made Gilgamesh clenched his fists in surprise, and Enkidu, whose hair was pulled so painfully, frowned, with dissatisfaction in his emerald green eyes: "Let go, it hurts so much!" ..."

The subsequent complaints were silenced by Gilgamesh's palm on his cheek.Gilgamesh's arm was much thinner than he remembered, his fingers used to holding the sword kept shaking, and the voice calling his name was broken into few words.

"...Enkidu...my, Enkidu..."

As if he had finally determined that everything in front of him was not a hallucination caused by his fatigue, Gilgamesh took a deep breath, eagerly and cautiously, and put the person in front of him into his arms.

"You have kept me waiting for a long time." The mighty King of Uruk, who dared to break into the Hades, leaned against his shoulder like a bullied child and refused to raise his head. There are disgusting monsters and strange gods everywhere, and you actually let me go to such a place alone."

"I'm sorry, Jill. I kept you waiting." He raised his still weak arms, hugged the man who was obviously much thinner, buried him in his chest, and blew the words into his heart.

"Next time, I will never forgive you for scaring me like this... Huh? It's raining."

"Why is it raining in the bedroom... Well, indeed, it's raining."

"The weather is fine today, let's go out and play." In the early morning when the rain finally stopped, Gilgamesh kissed the side of his neck and whispered, "Go to the forest to hunt, or go to the river to catch fish, right? You haven't been to the hot spring palace in Gross Mountain, how about we go to the hot spring together?"

He timidly avoided the breath blowing in his ears, and replied with some difficulty: "Kalia and the others will be angry, work hard, Jill."

"It's okay, they won't mind." Gilgamesh smiled viciously, "My king hasn't worked for 6 consecutive months and Uruk hasn't had any trouble."

The moment the joke was uttered, it became extremely heavy. Enkidu looked up at Gilgamesh's haggard face, unable to utter a single word of reproach or comfort.In the inexplicable heartache, he could only hug the people around him tightly, as if only the body temperature of each other could confirm the reality of the moment and drive away the sadness of separation.

People who haven't left him for six months are stupid.

I feel that this idiot is very pitiful and cute, so stupid.

They ended up not going anywhere after daylight.After greeting the people who had been worried about them, Gilgamesh dragged him to the palace garden (which had not suffered any damage for six consecutive months, so the flowers and trees were extremely lush) where the two adults hid in the palm of the hand like naughty children. Under the huge branches and leaves of the tree, I do nothing but hug silently and insatiably.Enkidu thought it must be ridiculous for them to be like this, they were obviously still young, but they were like old people who had seen all the vicissitudes of life, just holding each other's hands, just listening to each other's heartbeat, they felt unparalleled happiness, everything in the world It's not as good as the moment.

In the evening, Gilgamesh finished talking intermittently about the "adventures" in the underworld, about the bad-tempered Grim Reaper with poor chess skills, about the gatekeeper with a sinister smile, and about the use of the ancient self-proclaimed Lord of Hades (it looks a bit like a card when you look closely at it). Leah—Gilgamesh).His tone was relaxed, and all the hardships and sufferings during the journey were summed up in one stroke. Enkidu looked at Gilgamesh's obviously thinned cheeks, and felt that the eye sockets that had finally dried up showed signs of moisture again.

"Tell me about what you dreamed about for six months. Did you dream about me?" Gilgamesh asked in a low voice, kissing his drooping eyelids.

"I dreamed of the forest where I was born." He replied, leaning his head into Gilgamesh's arms, and Gilgamesh's disappointed and dissatisfied complaints came from above his head. "I dreamed of a life where I hadn't met you. I dreamed that God told me that this life could last as long as I wanted."

He raised his hand to caress Gilgamesh's wrinkled brow, with a mischievous smile but a very serious tone: "But that kind of life without you, so, I don't want it."

A complicated light flashed across Gilgamesh's blood-red eyes, and he tore off Enkidu's hand and hugged the person in his arms tightly, as if he wanted to rub him into flesh and blood.Enkidu raised his head somewhat suffocated, wrapped his arms around Gilgamesh's trembling shoulders, and hugged him comfortingly.

"Promise me, Enkidu, from now on, no matter where I go, you will be with me." Gilgamesh buried in his long hair that smelled of green grass, whispering.

"I promise you, no matter what bad things you do, I will be with you."

The golden light of the setting sun streaming through the dense foliage of the palm trees renders memories in their brightest colours.This memory is so perfect, so perfect that people forget that those promises have never been fulfilled.

Many years later, when the golden King of Heroes stood opposite the Macedonian army, looking at the army condensed by dreams that had followed the King of Conquerors for several generations, he suddenly felt a clear pain in his heart that had been numb for a long time .

Whoever promised to be with him no matter where he goes, even death cannot separate them.

The King of Heroes opened his eyes, and the army in front of him was like a rainbow in a landslide and tsunami, and there was nothing around him without the familiar green.

No matter how beautiful the dream is, it will always wake up.

The golden King of Heroes smiled unhurriedly in the world built by dreams, behind the smile was a desolate loneliness than the desert in front of him.

——So this king got tired of dreaming thousands of years ago.