Passing through the polar ice sheets and mountains and rivers, the aircraft landed in the oasis outside the Tranquility Desert, and if you continue to move forward, you will enter the sphere of influence of the Dragon Ant Queen. This aircraft without any influence marks is inaccessible. Her domain covers this area. In the desert, outsiders have to walk in the desert to find the legendary valley and enter her underground kingdom.
Dozens of large and small tribes live near the valley of the underground ant city. They live in simple thatched huts built of reeds and Populus euphratica, and live a hard life with their flocks of sheep. mausoleum.
During the demon invasion more than 20 years ago, they were protected by the Dragon Ant Queen and survived. Although in the tide of demons every month, people of the tribe were killed from time to time, they still survived tenaciously, stretching to date.
The successive dragon ant queens who have lived in the human world for a long time represent the neutral forces in the devil. She is not an enemy of the Holy See, and sometimes even protects humans, but her status as a demon makes her position delicate and suspicious. Humans used to fear her, but when the human world became devastated by the wanton invasion of demons, the underground ant city she ruled turned into a place of sin where one could linger on. There, demons and humans coexist, and they are hostile to each other, but when the tide of demons comes every month, they are forced to unite together to resist this test of life and death.
The sky is full of yellow sand, the wind is howling, and the withered land is moaning in despair.
The Valentine tribal guard on duty narrowed his eyes, and he saw a figure walking towards here in the flying yellow sand. He suspected that he saw Shi Lin as a figure, and couldn't help blinking hard, trying to push the sand that had captivated his eyes aside, but when he opened his eyes again, the figure was already close in front of him.
He was wrapped in a white robe that blocked the wind, and the robe was already full of traces of the wind and sand. He pulled down the hood, revealing a pair of blue eyes, just like a cloudless sky when the sun is hot.
"Hey, friend, where are you from?" asked the dark-skinned Valentine.
Every year, many people come to the underground ant city with their families to seek the protection of the queen. When they arrive here, they are often exhausted, even penniless, hungry and cold. Take out what little food you have left to treat them to a full meal, and then enthusiastically point out the way for them to enter the underground ant city.
Valentines share everything they have with enthusiasm, generosity and joy, even though they live in this barren land and are poor all their lives.
"I came from Neverland." He was covered in dust, his voice was hoarse, his face was pale, but his eyes were firm.
The Valentine respectfully said, "You just crossed the desert? The high priest said a few days ago that there was a huge storm there, and many people may have died there. Did you encounter it?"
The visitor nodded: "I lost the camel."
"It's just a camel, at least you didn't lose yourself. This is rare luck in the desert." The Valentine said enthusiastically, "Let's rest in our tribe, today is the bonfire festival, and young girls will come out Let's dance, let's have fun together, we will set off tomorrow morning, the underground ant city is not far away!"
"Thanks."
The lonely traveler rested in the Valentine tribe, and the Valentine guard warmly invited him to have dinner at his home. When the traveler took out the precious spices he carried with him, the guard danced happily. , Called a dozen neighbors in one breath. They killed a sheep, the man set up the grill, the woman fetched water from the well, and finally tasted this delicious roast lamb with naan, and praised the magic of spices again and again. Even the traveler's tongue eagle was given a piece of delicious roast lamb, and it cleverly learned the tongue, praising the sumptuous meal, and drew the Valentine's laughter.
At night, a bonfire was lit in the center of the tribe, and the tribe kept adding firewood to make it burn more vigorously. The blazing flames dyed the sky brilliant red. The elders in the tribe played rough musical instruments, the men and women dressed up elaborately, and danced around the bonfire, and the young girls shyly waited for the boys to invite them to dance or even propose marriage.
The annual bonfire festival is actually a grand collective wedding. The young people of this tribe do not have complicated wedding ceremonies. They only need to invite the girl they like to dance in front of the bonfire, and after the dance, take out a gift for the sweetheart. Once accepted, their wedding is complete.
This barren land cannot support a grand wedding, but as long as the lovers truly love each other, the ceremony is not important.
The traveler watched the lively dance from a distance. He took off his robe and showed his tall and handsome figure. The girls of the Valentine tribe looked at him frequently, and the bold girl even invited him to dance. He was not annoyed when he was rejected, but happily ran back with the hem of his skirt and whispered to his companions.
The traveler had no choice but to sneak away, and took his language eagle to the Gobi stone forest outside the tribe. Here is a wind-eroded hill with steep walls, and there are wind-eroded mushrooms and wind-eroded pillars everywhere. The language eagle glides in the night sky. Then he jumped on the wind-eroded pillar several meters high, sat on it and looked at the tribe that lit the bonfire from a distance. The sound of music, laughter, applause, the bustle of the world reverberates in this desert, which makes people's hearts jump, and they can't help but want to walk into this joy and forget all their troubles and pains.
This kind of bustle reminds travelers of the establishment day of Twilight Town. On that day, the entire Twilight Town is also so lively. It is the only day in a year when the sunset will be replaced by a bright starry sky. People go out of the house, walk through the streets and alleys, or watch the fireworks rise on the sea or on the beach, blooming in the sky, covering the sky and the sun, which is too beautiful to behold.
At that time, he was still young, and only this day, his mother would forcefully get up from the sick bed, take him by the hand and walk to the street, watch the fireworks on the beach, and he would sing to her, not very well, but She would always smile and touch his head to encourage him, and such memories made him sincerely happy.
But this little happiness didn't last forever, mother's hands became thinner and thinner year by year, the palm that could wrap him could no longer hold him, but he was able to wrap her hands—a pair of Skinny hands.
Later, she finally couldn't even walk out of the house, so every year on the establishment day, he didn't go to the beach to watch the fireworks, but stayed with her at home. Sometimes she was awake, but sometimes she was asleep. He sat on the floor next to the bed, watched the sporadic fireworks reflected in the window from the window, and watched it quietly from blooming to extinguishing, just like her.
He knew she was going to leave him, and there was nothing he could do, he could only pray day after day, asking God, to slow down, to slow down, not to just take away his only relative, not to leave him alone.
But she still left, that year, he was thirteen years old.
After her death, he was sent to the Holy See. Every year on the founding day of Twilight Township, he wanted to go back and have a look, but he always missed it because of one thing or another. Until one year, he finally found time and went back to Twilight Town of.
But he still didn't go to the beach to watch the fireworks, but spent time with her in front of her tombstone.
On the way to the chapel cemetery, crowds flocked to the square and the beach, and he walked in secluded alleys to avoid the crowds. Could such joy belong to him too? He didn't know, he just felt lonely, and for a moment he even had such confusion: at this moment, would God the Father, who was overlooking this land of living beings, also feel lonely
So he said silently in his heart: Please turn to me and have mercy on me, because I am lonely and miserable. Take care of my affliction, my troubles, and forgive me all my sins.
The fireworks flew into the sky and exploded in the sky. The colorful fireworks attracted screams and laughter from the crowd. He stood in front of her tombstone and looked up.
Every year is so lively, exactly the same as in his childhood memory, but he will never have the luck to have someone to watch the fireworks with him.
No, he has.
He has.
—What God has prepared for those who love Him is something no eye has seen, no ear has heard, no heart has imagined.
It was miraculously unbelievable, and made him linger in his heart day and night with a vow, but before he had time to confide in it, he was silent. Later, that miracle fell asleep in the tree tomb, and his face was gradually covered by falling flowers, but it reappeared in his memory repeatedly. He wiped this memory carefully, so that he could clearly accompany him every day.
It's just that he didn't dare to think about this oath anymore, because he couldn't say it anymore, and no one could say it anymore.
He would still dream of him, and every time it was a heart-wrenching loss, but even seeing each other in such a nightmare was better than those many dreamless nights. He was sleepless all night, accompanied by the bonfire until dawn.
Such love is both happiness and pain.
It is vigorous and silent.
He accepts it frankly and is grateful, even if he has to endure wind and rain and be displaced all his life.
All his life he was grateful.