Gulbu is said to snow only once every ten years, and he also likes snow very much. Snow scenes have always been his main material for painting.
They fell from the sky, as if they were flying flutters, but the ending was never decided by themselves.
Every snowy night, he would sleep all night because the sound of snow falling on the roof was extremely light and almost unheard. It was like listening to the sound of snow falling quietly in the deep night, and it was a pleasure to have it.
Li, dressed in plain clothes, enjoyed painting alone in the only well-preserved pavilion among the ruins of this ancient city. Next to it was a simple candlestick with several candles about to burn to the end.
The residents around were already asleep, and the servants who served their mother were also in silence. Of course, his mother must have been having a long talk with her son who met again. Although the primordial named Xerxes gave the number 11, Li knew that he was the eldest son of the primordial, or that he was the father's real son, and was born naturally by his mother, not a genetic engineering product like him.
This was the first time he saw his mother so happy. The joyful smile and tears from the heart made him particularly yearn for and envious. After Xerxes returned to his hometown, he also came to visit his secluded mother at the first time. He did not directly choose to go to the palace to meet his father. The Primrods didn't even know that they had such a mother...
I think my father would be very happy, he could see that his brother had extraordinary demeanor and strength.
brother...
He only dared to think about it in his heart, but never dared to call any of the primordials a brother. In fact, when he first met Xerxes, he was even a little guilty. He did not expect that one of his actions would have such serious consequences. When he knew that his mother was going to hide Xerxes in another distant world, he was also shocked and immediately realized that he had done something very serious, but he had to admit that there seemed to be a trace of his heart at that time...
Lucky?
After weighing the brush in his hand, he outlined a beautiful stroke.
Oh.
The corners of Li's mouth unconsciously bent, and he reached out and placed the teapot beside him on the smoldering stove. Such days are naturally boring and lonely than the glorious expedition and killing, but for him it can be regarded as contentment.
At this time, his mood was as calm as this ancient city that had fallen for thousands of years.
The first snow in the past decade came several months earlier than the unexpected ones in previous years, vigorously and radiantly, dyeing the ancient city into a cold white.
People often say that it is strange that it will snow when it rains, but it will snow.
When the tea was just right, his eyes fell on the empty cup in front of him.
But soon a voice disturbed him.
"Brother, painting on snowy nights is so elegant."
Amid the hearty laughter, the giant wearing a gorgeous costume and short black hair tied behind his head stepped into the pavilion step by step in the snow.
"As early as a few hundred meters away, I smelled the fragrance of tea."
Li smiled slightly, looked at his handsome brother, and stretched out his hand.
"Sir Xerxes, would you like to drink a drink together?"
"Ha, of course."
Xerxes sat down generously, and Li filled the two teacups. The suitable cup in his hand was a little small in the other person's hand, but it seemed to be very suitable as a teacup.
“I grew this myself.”
Xerxes picked up the teacup and sipped it, nodded, and drank it all. After finishing, he turned his head and remained silent for a moment, as if he was savoring the resounding rhyme, but he smiled relievedly:
"If ordinary people are sure to complain, this is almost the bitterest thing I have ever drunk, but... it has a different taste. What is it called?"
"I call it...solon."
"A soliton, a soliton, a very meaningful name."
Xerxes put away his smile and looked down at the empty cup, as if he was savoring the smell of the moment the tea touched the tip of his tongue, and then whispered:
"Of all the brothers, maybe only you have the opportunity to grow tea for yourself and taste tea for yourself. I envy you, Li."
Then, the Primarch looked outside the pavilion. The snow was falling tightly at this time. When he looked up, he was naturally confused.
Li put down the pen in his hand, picked up the teacup and took a sip.
"Mr. Xerxes, you are the first and only primordial body called me brother, which makes me feel very frightened."
"Mother told me something about you."
Li's face changed slightly but soon returned to normal.
"Is that right... I have nothing to say, I can't do anything, nor can I help my father's grand career."
Xerxes smiled.
"You underestimated yourself, brother."
Then he looked at the painting. In the picture, a lonely figure in a gray robe stood on a collapsed ancient statue of the god with his back to the outsider. The surrounding scenes were almost without any color, only a faint gray and light white, and the scenery was only two dead trees nearby and the faint undulating mountains in the distance, and a very simple pagoda. There was a string of tiny footprints on the snow, extending from the person in the painting to the direction of the pagoda in the distance...
The whole picture has an indescribable sense of emptiness and loneliness. That kind of loneliness is a kind of absurdity of looking at the world in a cold eye. It can make people walk into the painting, walk through the desert of the soul, and dance alone without any hesitation...
Xerxes nodded and exclaimed:
"Good painting, good painting... Now the empire's world is in a simplicity, and few people can appreciate this kind of elegance of purity and tranquility."
Li shook his head with a wry smile and filled the teacup for Xerxes.
"What's the use... What my father needs is the warriors who can fight for him. If you don't say that, you will go to the palace tomorrow, right?"
"I'm leaving soon, I'm here to say goodbye to you."
Li also heard the whistling of the aircraft at this time, so he said in surprise:
"Is it so urgent? You've only been here for two days..."
"My father was anxious to tell me that I would go to the palace immediately."
Then Xerxes stood up, pointed to the teapot and smiled:
This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! "Li, thank you for being with your mother for the time being. Let's drink another pot of orphans another day, and wait until the matter with my father is over..."
Xerxes's smile was so gentle and warm that almost made his face look divine inspiration, making Li feel a little ashamed. He knew that this was the father's real son, the prince who inherited his father's great power and personal charm...
And he...
It's just a dim star near the sun.
As the roar of the aircraft engine gradually dissipated, everything that disturbed the snowy night merged into this deep night.
The snow was still falling, covering all the footprints, Li put away his painting tools, opened his umbrella and prepared to return to the room.
When he walked out of the pavilion, the wind and snow had stopped. He raised his head and saw that it was still dark.
When Li raised his head and saw a shining star hanging in the sky, he saw that even under the shadows, he was still shining with dazzling light, lit, lit, and even made people feel extremely dazzling.
Too dazzling...
Li exhaled a mouthful of white mist and stretched out his hand to let the snow fall into the spreading palms, but it melted in an instant before it could show its beautiful shape. It seemed that even the subtle warmth was painful for things that were used to cold.
"snort!"
Throwing the mirror away, the man gasped violently, and in the dim room, it seemed like a trapped beast, surrounded by various incense burners of unique shapes, emitting faint blue smoke, and several hourglasses of unique shapes, all black, engraved with a charming and emerald green rune, and the fine sand inside had flowed into the lower half of the layer.
Suddenly, a trace of light appeared in the room, and then it disappeared quickly. Then a simple and elegant woman in a white robe walked in with a tray in her hand, which was Dalia.
She knelt on the ground, placed the tray next to the carpet where Li sat cross-legged. After glanced at the other party with a cold gaze, she said softly:
"You dreamed of that time again."
"Um."
Chapter completed!