It is said that it snows only once every ten years in Gulb. He also likes snow very much. Snow scenes have always been the main material of his paintings.
They fall from the sky like flying catkins, but the ending is never determined by themselves.
Whenever there was a snowy night, he would stay up all night, because the sound of snow falling on the roof was so light that it was almost inaudible. It was like listening to the sound of falling snow in a deep night, which was a lot of fun of its own.
Wearing simple clothes, Li enjoyed painting alone in the only well-preserved pavilion in the ruins of the ancient city. Next to him was a simple candlestick with several candles that were about to burn out.
The surrounding residents have fallen asleep, and the servants serving his mother have also fallen into silence. Of course, his mother must have been talking to her son who met again all night long. Although the original body named Xerxes was given by his father,
His number was 11, but Li knew that he was the eldest son of the original body, or that he was his father's real son, born naturally from his mother, not a product of genetic engineering like him.
This was the first time he saw his mother so happy. That smile and tears of joy from the heart made him particularly yearning and envious. After Xerxes returned to his hometown, he came to visit his reclusive mother as soon as possible.
Instead of directly choosing to go to the palace to meet his father, the Primarchs didn't even know they had such a mother...
Thinking about it, my father would also be very happy. He could see that his brother had extraordinary magnanimity and strength.
brother...
He only dared to think about it in his mind, but he never dared to call any of the original bodies brothers. In fact, when he first met Xerxes, he even felt a little guilty. He did not expect that one of his actions would
It led to such serious consequences. When he learned that his mother was going to hide Xerxes in another world far away, he was shocked and immediately realized that he had done something very serious, but he had to admit it.
At that time, there seemed to be a trace of...
Happy?
After weighing the brush in his hand, he drew a beautiful stroke.
Ah.
The corners of Li's mouth curved unconsciously, and he reached out to place the teapot on the side of the still smoldering stove. Compared with the glorious expedition and killing, such days are naturally boring and lonely, but for him, they are also boring and lonely.
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 snowfall in the past ten years unexpectedly came a few months earlier than in previous years. It was vigorous and full of snow, dyeing the ancient city into a deserted white.
People often say that it doesn't rain in Terra, but it does snow. It's really strange.
When the temperature of 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 a snowy night is so elegant."
Amidst the hearty laughter, a giant man wearing a rich costume and short black hair tied behind his head walked into the pavilion step by step through the snow.
“As early as a few hundred meters away, I could smell the fragrance of tea leaves.”
Li smiled slightly, looked at his handsome brother, and stretched out his hand.
"Lord Xerxes, would you like to share a drink with me?"
"Ha, of course."
Xerxes sat down generously, and Li filled up the two tea cups. The cup that fit in his hand was a little small in the other's hand, but it seemed to be very suitable as a tea cup.
"I grew this myself."
Xerxes picked up the tea cup and took a sip, nodded, and drank it all. Afterwards, he turned his head and remained silent for a moment, as if he was savoring the aftertaste, but he smiled with relief:
"Ordinary people would definitely complain about the bitterness. This is almost the most bitter thing I have ever tasted, but...it also has a different taste. What is it called?"
"I call it...the solitary son."
"Solitary Son, Solitary Son, a very meaningful name."
Xerxes put away his smile, looked down at the empty cup, as if he was savoring the taste of the tea at the moment it touched his tongue, and then whispered:
"Among so many brothers, perhaps you are the only one who has the opportunity to grow and taste tea for yourself. I envy you very much, Li."
Then, the original body looked outside the pavilion. The snow was falling heavily at this time. When he looked up, what he saw was naturally a blur.
Li put down the pen in his hand, picked up the tea cup and took a sip.
"Lord Xerxes, you are the first and only Primarch to call me brother, which frightens me even more."
"Mother told me something about you."
Li's face changed slightly but quickly returned to its original state.
"Really... There's nothing to say. I can't do anything, and I can't help my father's grand cause."
Xerxes smiled.
"You underestimate yourself, brother."
Then he looked at the painting. In the picture, a lonely figure wearing a gray robe stood on a collapsed ancient statue with his back to the outsiders. The surrounding scene had almost no color, only light gray and light white, and the scenery was
There are only two dead trees nearby, vague rolling hills in the distance, and a pagoda with a very simple shape. There is a string of tiny footprints on the snow, extending from the position of the person in the painting to the direction of the pagoda in the distance...
The whole painting has an indescribable feeling of emptiness and loneliness. That kind of loneliness is a cold-eyed look at the absurdity of the world. It can make people step into the painting, walk through the desert of the soul, and dance alone...
Xerxes nodded and praised:
"Good painting, good painting... Nowadays, the imperial world is full of turmoil, and few people can appreciate this simple and quiet elegance."
Li shook his head with a wry smile and filled Xerxes' tea cup.
"What's the use... What my father needs is warriors who can fight for him in all directions. If you don't talk about this anymore, you will go to the palace tomorrow, right?"
"I'm leaving soon, and I came here specifically to say goodbye to you."
Li also heard the roar of the aircraft at this time, so he said in surprise:
"Are you in such a hurry? You've only been here two days..."
"Father sends an urgent message for me to enter the palace immediately."
Then, Xerxes stood up, pointed at the teapot and said with a smile:
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! "Li, thank you for staying with your mother during this time. Let's drink another pot of orphans another day, and wait until the father's matter is over..."
Xerxes's smile was so kind and warm that it almost made his face glow with a divine aura, which made Li feel a little ashamed. He knew that this was his father's true son, the prince who inherited his father's great strength and charisma...
And he...
Just a dim star near the sun.
As the roar of the aircraft engine gradually dissipated, everything that disturbed the snowy night merged into the deep night.
The snow was still falling, covering up all the footprints. Li put away his painting tools, opened his umbrella and prepared to go back to his room.
When he walked out of the pavilion, the wind and snow had stopped. When he raised his head, what he saw in front of him was still darkness.
When Li raised his head and looked through the wind and snow in the sky, he saw a shining star hanging in the sky. It was like that person, even though he was surrounded by gloom, was still shining with dazzling light, bright, bright, even
It makes people feel extremely dazzling.
It's so dazzling...
Li exhaled a breath of white mist, stretched out his hand and let the snow fall on his open palm, but it melted instantly before it could show its beautiful shape. It seemed that for things that were accustomed to coldness, even slight warmth was painful -
—
"snort!"
Throwing the mirror far away, the man gasped violently. He looked like a trapped beast in the dim room. Surrounded by various unique incense burners, which were emitting faint green smoke, there were also several unique hourglasses.
The whole body is pitch black, engraved with enchanting emerald green alien runes, and the fine sand inside has flowed into the lower half.
Suddenly, a glimmer of light appeared in the room, and then quickly disappeared. Then a simple and elegant woman in white robe walked in holding a tray. It was Daria.
She knelt on the ground, placed the tray next to the carpet where Li Pan was sitting, glanced at him coldly, and said softly:
"You're dreaming about that time again."
"Um."
Li just replied lightly, and then opened his arms. Daria picked up the light yellow bandages full of runes on the tray and began to wrap Li's quickly drying skin from his arms.