【Shine】One Thousand and One Nights

——The fifth night——

The heartbeat is beating.

Enkidu stepped out of the palace, and the bright and warm sun shone on him, making him unable to open his eyes.This glaring yet irresistible golden color made Enkidu inevitably think of someone—at this moment Gilgamesh was supposed to be resting in the palace, but he walked side by side with him on the streets of Uruk.

They were so close that Enkidu could almost feel the heat from Gilgamesh's bare arms. He wanted to get closer, but also wanted to run away, irrational like a beast, swayed by emotion.

They passed through the land being cultivated. The tanned farmer wiped his sweat in the field, cheerfully saluted Enkidu, and more and more people found that Enkidu had come to the people after a long time, and flocked to him Cheers to him, and the latter is not surprised, and nodded lightly in response.

The crowd cheered even louder. They smiled and watched the precious scene of the troubadour walking side by side with En. There was even a bold girl with a blushing face holding a melon and giving it to Gilgamesh. The children circled around The circle presented Enkidu with big and sweet date palms, and the lively crowd sang and laughed around Enkidu, almost pushing Gilgamesh aside.

Gilgamesh, the melon-eater who was forced to blend into the crowd: "..."

Holding the melon in one hand, he couldn't separate the crowd from crying or laughing. He accurately grabbed Enkidu's slender black chain, hugged him in front of him, and rescued him.

"Don't come and rob me, understand, huh?" He raised his eyebrows and announced arrogantly, if he didn't have the melon in his hand, he would look really heroic, and his boyfriend would be full of strength.

But what answered him was even more hilarious and kind laughter.

In desperation, Gilgamesh could only carry Enkidu out of the crowd. He slandered in his heart how reserved, polite and considerate the people were when Uruk was under his rule. They worshiped him more than gods. , His one look can make them obedient, pointing and hitting—look at what a clay figurine with only explosive strength has made his fantasy country look like, no one dares to join him!

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Fortunately, the onlookers gathered more and more, even lit a bonfire, sang and danced hand in hand, completely forgetting Enkidu, and the two were able to leave the encircled area smoothly and head for the Apus area.

The Arpus area is located in the center of Uruk, and Xilai's home is at the back near the central street.

Gilgamesh overlooked his city-state from the top of the palace countless times. Although he changed his name, the road of Uruk was still familiar to him.He turned against the guests, and led his companions who couldn't tell the direction when they left the palace gate—for Enkidu, the disorderly forest was more clear than the row upon row of streets—to the home of Sirai.

Xi Lai was riding on the top of the wall picking fruits to eat, when she turned her head, she happened to see the figures of the two of them, and she almost fell off the wall in shock.

"Mom! Come out and see the poet! Heen!" She cheered in a fussy tone.

For that cow, Gilgamesh thought impatiently, that's why he had to endure the scorching sun and the muddy goblins, just for one cow.

He blocked Enkidu, separated Silei who was running happily, and said to her without hesitation: "Little girl, man, it's okay to not have a gorgeous appearance. Clothes of mud and dust are impossible to hug my best friend—of course, even if you have a barely noticeable appearance, you can’t do without a heart to match.”

"...So, so?" Xi Lai couldn't understand, but was frightened by the seriousness in his tone, and asked nervously.

"So..." Gilgamesh waved his hands unceremoniously as if to drive away animals, "Stay away from us, and don't come near us until we are clean."

Enkidu, the true lord of the kingdom, looked at Gilgamesh's back silently.

Who is your best friend?Who are your people?

Are you picking a wife?Why such high standards and strict requirements?

Note lonely students, understand?

But saying these words in front of outsiders would inevitably be suspected of kay, so Enkidu ignored them and turned to look at the poor cattle.

The cow was strong and tall, with strong limbs and shiny fur, but there were tears in its clear eyes, and it kept whining softly.

Uncommonly, among several kinds of domestic animals, Enkidu only had a dislike for cattle, but he agreed to Xilai's request, and he stepped forward to carefully observe the missing wound.

The wound didn't bleed, but suddenly there was a palm-sized concave surface on the dark brown fur. The blood vessels and texture were clearly identifiable. Without the barrier of fur, there was a lot of dust directly attached to the flesh and blood.

Seelay's parents went to work in the fields and were not at home, so she grabbed Gilgamesh by the sleeve, boldly pulled him aside, and asked him quietly.

"Poet, is En in a good mood recently?"

What's the matter with this kind of action like a familiar old friend?

Gilgamesh was amused by her childishness, even if he didn't mean to laugh at her, but his outline and eyes were too sharp, always with a malicious expression.

"Why don't you just ask him?" He said slowly, "This guy has almost no expression when he comes here--but he would haunt me with a silly smile every day--I still want to ask you what you have done to my important friend What."

Shirley looked stunned.

"En, En said you are his best friend? He still smiles at you? The one who doesn't blink even when the sun goes down—?"

"Ah, that's right," Gilgamesh said dissatisfied, "Although it was annoying at the beginning, it's boring to be cold all day now—hey, don't you make him laugh?"

"No one but you can make him laugh." Sealy looked at him almost in awe, "Eh seems to have no emotion, I've never seen him smile-oh, except last night-poet, I'm so good !Bringing you to En's side is the best thing I did!"

Gilgamesh calmed down, "You really care about him and see him often?"

"No, I've only met En a few times," Xi Lai shook her head honestly, then whispered to him mysteriously, "But, poet, I regard En as my younger brother!"

The height is not up to my waist, who gave you the confidence to recognize him as your younger brother?Gilgamesh, who was the same generation as Enkidu, gave her a disdainful glance.

On the other side, Enkidu called Silei's name, and Silei rushed towards him happily and worriedly with short legs.

"Well, how is it, how is Moo?"

Enkidu shook his head.

"What was swallowed by Embilulu will not reappear, Sirai, would you rather it suffer like this forever, or lose it?"

Xilai asked blankly: "What does it mean to lose it?"

He looked at Silly calmly.

"Send it into Embilulu for eternal peace."

"...That is to say, I will never see Ah Moo again?" Xi Lai asked softly cautiously, "Does it mean... dead? Same as Qilin?"

Enkidu lowered his eyes and remained silent.

Xilai slowly lowered her head, tears rolling down her face.

"I'm sorry, Moo," she hugged the cattle sobbing, "I'm sorry..."

Shirai did not come to the palace that night.

She sent the cattle to Embilulu, dragged her nose and wiped her tears, and walked all the way crying on her fat short legs, grabbing Gilgamesh's sleeve and rubbing her tears on Enki. on all clothes.

After Yimu heard about it, she was worried about Xilai and at the same time didn't want to accuse her of being rude. Anyway, En didn't care at all. The new guest even saw Xilai's eyes swollen from crying yesterday, and Uruk's face It is too late to make up for the loss abroad.

Hey, Yimu thought melancholy, why, as a maid, she insisted on messing with the Minister of Foreign Affairs.

Silai, who was tired from crying, fell asleep slowly, and Enkidu and Gilgamesh sent her home.On the way back, they walked in the silent night, as if even pure children's tears could not move Enkidu, he still maintained a calm expression.

"Why would you be shaken?" Gilgamesh asked.

Enkidu seemed taken aback, "Why should I waver?"

"Anyone with emotion will be shaken, even by a flower or a wind," he replied, his eyes sharp and wise. "Has your emotion been forgotten along with the memory?"

Enkidu shook his head: "I don't know what you're talking about."

Maybe it was because the city was too quiet, so he didn't think about anything, and replied to Gilgamesh: "Since I woke up, I wandered in the wilderness, met countless people, gathered them, established a city-state, and protected them. Then the sun rose , the river surrounds Uruk, and I became En, sticking to the city."

"And why do you want to build a city-state."

"...Because," Enkidu lost for a moment, making him look like a living statue for a moment, "because I was waiting for someone."

"Who?"

"I do not know."

Gilgamesh chuckled, actually satisfied with this plausible answer.

He picked up another topic: "Do you remember the story tonight?"

"Of course." Enkidu's eyes lit up, and he listened attentively to the voice of the person beside him, as if he wanted to engrave every word and phrase in his mind from time to time.

Under the bright Milky Way, under the dark blue sky at night, in the quiet and peaceful field, amidst the occasional chirping of insects, he told him the story of "love".

"Since the little girl is not here, let's keep this story short."

What a hero should talk about is great achievements, magnificent legends, and great friendship, not love and love—that is the characteristic of a little girl who has illusions about love—but heroes are not immune, and he made an exception once after all, talking about him Emotions that have been dismissed throughout history and humanity.

This is the story of a heroic king.

The king fought everywhere, quelled the surrounding disputes, and wanted to unify the divided country.One time, he besieged a small town without leaking any water, and the owner of the city ran out of ammunition and food. In desperation, he sent an assassin to try to assassinate the king in a dangerous move.

The assassin was very powerful. Rather than an assassination, he killed the guards all the way from the city gate, and stood in front of the king covered in blood.

The king was excited about his long-lost formidable enemy. They fought day and night in the square, and finally both of them collapsed from exhaustion.

The king fell in love with the assassin.

"...Wait, fall in love?" Enkidu interrupted Gilgamesh and asked in surprise, "Is it so easy to fall in love?"

Gilgamesh's displeasure with his use of the word "easy" is obvious: "Otherwise?"

"Why does the king fall in love with the assassin?"

"First, he is good-looking. Second, he is very strong." Gilgamesh replied as it should.

"..." Convincing and convincing.Enkidu asked again, "Did the assassin fall in love with the king?"

"of course."

"why?"

"Well..." Gilgamesh looked at him playfully, with a half-smile, "I'm going to ask the assassin himself."

Enkidu still wanted to say something, but Gilgamesh interrupted him dissatisfied, and finished the ending in one breath.

In short, the king and the assassin love each other, and then the king unites the country, and the assassin stays with him, and they live a long and happy life.

"No more?" Enkidu asked hesitantly.

Gilgamesh asserts: "No more."

"But you haven't told me what love is."

"Don't you understand that, Enkidu? Your thinking is still in the clay figurine period," Gilgamesh replied arrogantly, "Listen, love is asking, and everything you want is taken from the other party. , no rejection is allowed."

"..."

Emotionally blank, such as Enkidu also knows that this answer is not so in line with common sense.

They had already reached the gate of the palace at this time, this short walk was about to end, the insects were still singing softly, countless stars paved the way for them, the silence was intoxicating.

"As a special gift for a walk," said Gilgamesh suddenly, "I give you another little story."

Enkidu looked at him, and Gilgamesh looked at the stars.

"In a certain country, there was a king who was tyrannical and tyrannical, and his people were miserable and devastated. One day, a princess came, and the king captured her and wanted to kill her. The wise princess told the king a story every night. , after a thousand and one nights, the king fell in love with the princess."

Love can change the most despotic tyrant.

Enkidu looked at him fascinated.

How majestic and confident Gilgamesh usually looks, it seems that he was born without knowing what it means to be humble, and always shows his existence with the utmost publicity, never bowing his head, never flattering.

But at this moment, his voice was slightly hoarse, his eyes were filled with a smile, even the corners of his always arrogant lips seemed to soften, and he looked back at him firmly and irresistibly.

"It took the king a thousand and one nights to fall in love with the princess," he asked, "and how many more nights do you need?"