【Shine】One Thousand and One Nights

--FOURTH NIGHT--

It is absurd and interesting, like a flowing river stagnant in the depths, while the condescending god looks down and observes, carelessly removing the branches that overflow the limit.

"Can you understand the meaning of that world?" Gilgamesh sneered contemptuously, "The Emperor of Heaven stipulates that no war is allowed among the twelve kingdoms, and no invasion of other countries is allowed. Without war, there will be no motivation for technological development. You just need to guard yourself If you are a country, the people can survive, so you occasionally look back, and the bones of someone who drank with someone have been turned into ashes, and the children have been passed down to the sixth generation-but you are still immortal, carrying the lifeblood of the country, Dare to die, but if you don’t die, you’ll just watch the time change and you’ll be left where you are.”

Gilgamesh shook his head: "What a stupid thing to be immortal. It means that decay will exist forever, and rebirth is far away. A boring country, a boring world, is like stagnant water. You can see it in the first year. 100 years, 1000 years. Got it? The world hasn’t changed—it’s terribly deadlocked—it’s disgusting."

"So, the Kirin wants to rebel against the Emperor of Heaven, but what will he do? Kill the Emperor of Heaven? Can he kill him? Will his king allow it?" Enkidu asked, now engrossed in Gilgamesh. In the story described, even the body leans forward unconsciously, and the pale eyes reject the whole world, and only Gilgamesh is reflected in the pupils.

Wanted to kiss his eyes.

Gilgamesh stared at him intently, wanted to put his lips on the warm and slightly trembling eyelids, wanted to hug him, wanted to tear him apart and swallowed him, the flesh and blood mingled.He was amazed at the outburst of intense emotion, and his whole body rejoiced.

But not yet.

He turned his head.

"How do you kill a god who only exists in legends and myths, has never been seen by anyone, and whose authenticity cannot be verified?" Gilgamesh replied, and he laughed with a frenzy of approval, "They I took the most direct path."

What's the point of having the same day, of course it's going to make a big fuss.

Qilin ordered the capture of demons, and made their fur and claws and teeth into weapons. At the same time, they built iron and copper guardrails for each ri, and asked the king to pray for food that could grow in the barren land. Create a country that can keep its people alive even if the throne is vacant.

"Don't believe in God." Qilin issued an edict in the name of the king, "When the demon comes, kill it; the land is barren, continue to cultivate; the climate is impermanent, learn to accept it, and use it-don't rely on God, and don't Rely on the king, stand up with your own strength, and live."

Gradually, the reputation of this country in the west spread throughout the twelve countries. Except for the countries whose tyrants are about to lose their way, all countries began to try to teach their citizens in the same way.

Oh, of course, Yaomo's 42 stir-frying methods and 26 steaming methods have also become popular all over the world.

For a period of time, when the kylin on the sea of ​​clouds moved upwards, it seemed that it really couldn't touch the transparent ceiling above the head.

——But soon, he fell ill.

Brown lesions covered his muscular body, his long blond hair was haggard and dry, and even his cheeks were getting thinner.

The ministers watched Qilin's decline day by day almost in despair.

This is God's punishment for Qilin. The king has lost his way. When Qilin dies of illness, the king will die with him, and the country will fall into endless barrenness again.

"It's useless." Qilin scolded them, "All the roads have been opened for you, don't you even know how to walk along the road?"

Wang hugged him, almost crying.

Qilin couldn't say harsh words to the king, so he could only laugh at himself: "Did Qilin lose his way before the king lost his way? Obviously in other countries, it's usually the opposite."

Wang shook his head, not blaming him, but secretly thinking about going to Pengshan to resign - Qilin can survive, but Wang means suicide.

But Qilin saw through him, held his hand, and said to the king forcefully: "Death is just a way back for me, coming from nothingness, going back to nothingness-but I can't live without you, I don't accept exclusion. King other than you, do you want me to go to the underworld alone?"

When Xilai heard this, she was about to cry.With tears in her eyes, she tightened her sleeves and asked, "Then did they survive?"

"Of course not." Gilgamesh replied. Seeing Enkidu's frowning expression and drooping eyelashes, he added, "Isn't it enough that they died together and their bodies were buried together?"

"Why did they die? Qilin is obviously such a good person!"

"First of all, Qilin is not a human being," Gilgamesh corrected, and sneered again, "Secondly, long-term wisdom only exists in a short life-when he attains eternal life, every slight deviation, in the long-term Time will accumulate into a great disaster one day."

Silei was really crying this time, sobbing and hugging Enkidu's arm.

"...they are all dead, poet, you said it, death is the loss of life, never open your eyes again... I will never see them again, woo woo woo, woo woo..."

...you wouldn't have seen them in the first place.

Gilgamesh simply felt a headache.

Enkidu touched the top of Xilai's hair, and said flatly, "Silai, everything will die, and this is the end of all things."

Xi Lai cried until her nose turned red: "But we won't die."

"..."

Gilgamesh stood up and took Enkidu's arm from Sirai's arms, looking down at her with an almost gentle voice.

"Little girl, you have to know that only death is eternal, but because of this, life has meaning."

Xi Lai wiped her red eyes and looked at him in a daze.

Gilgamesh raised his lips slightly towards her.

"They're dying, and being born again."

Seemingly an illusion, Xi Lai saw Enkidu slightly shaken for a moment with tears in his eyes.

"Do you understand?" Gilgamesh folded his hands and said arrogantly, "If you understand, little girl, wipe away your tears, your kindness is the worst thing to do with your tears."

"...Yes." Xilai wiped away her tears obediently, not wanting Enkidu to worry.

And Enkidu lowered his head, wondering what he was thinking.His long temple hair fell down, covering his jade-like side face, only showing a small half of his chin and thin lips.

Gilgamesh slowed his breathing, raised his right hand, and stroked his cheek habitually.

"what happened?"

Enkidu trembled in Gilgamesh's palm as if being scalded by the temperature of his cheeks, and raised his eyes in surprise.

He took a step back.

"No, no...nothing."

He frowned deeply, looking at the calm troubadour in search.

Xi Lai covered her eyes with her hands, and secretly observed the two people in front of her through her fingers.

Gilgamesh tapped the top of Sirai's head.

"The story is over, it's already late, let's go."

"Huh?" Xi Lai sighed in disappointment, "So soon?"

Enkidu looked out of the land, at the end of the black plain, a ray of dawn was shining.

"What's next, poet?" Enkidu asked.

Gilgamesh glared at him disapprovingly.

"I told you," he commanded arrogantly, "you are only allowed to call me by my first name, don't you still know the language, Enkidu?"

"..." Enki didn't know why, but there was an unstoppable smile for a moment, and he really laughed.

A ray of light climbed over the window sill, haloing his pale eyes, making him look almost gentle.

"So, what will be the next story, Gilgamesh?"

Silly held up her hands blankly.

"Me! I want to hear it! I want to hear it..." Her voice gradually weakened, and she said shyly, "I want to hear something...about love."

"Sure enough, it's a little girl!" Gilgamesh laughed and drank the clear spring in the cup, "Okay, that's it, a ridiculous love between the king who besieged the city and the assassin who assassinated him. "

It sounds very touching!

Im's eyes lit up, and then he thought regretfully, he has been on the night shift for two consecutive days, tomorrow, no, he can't be on duty tonight.

Without any hesitation, Xilai pulled Enkidu's sleeve and acted like a baby: "Well, I'll come tonight too, is it okay?" She asked a series of questions without stopping.

"Okay," Enkidu nodded in agreement, pressed the sleeve that was about to fall off his shoulders by Silera, and asked Gilgamesh, "Is there an ending between the king of the besieged city and the assassin? Could it be a tragedy... What is love?"

"Ah……"

Gilgamesh chuckled lightly, playing with the golden cup, his eyelashes were half down, and the long and thick eyelashes covered his bright red eyes, and the light shadows were pulled down from the bridge of his nose and lips, making him look like a handsome sculpture.

Enkidu looked at him, unable to look away.

"I can't tell you now..."

The rising sun cast a golden outline on Gilgamesh, fading the smile on his lips.

He lowered his voice lingeringly and lingeringly, like a snake tempting a fall.

"That's the next story, my Enkidu."