Chapter 16: Journey (on) (Fanwai)

Crossing the polar ice fields and mountains and rivers, the aircraft landed in the oasis on the outskirts of the Jinghai Desert. If you continue to advance, you will enter the sphere of influence of the queen of dragon ants. This aircraft without any force mark is inaccessible. Her field is shrouded in this area In the desert, outsiders had to hike 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 humble huts built by reeds and poplars, and live a hard life with the flock, but they have built luxury for the dragon ant queen from generation to generation. Mausoleum.
During the demon invasion more than 20 years ago, they were protected by the dragon ant queen and survived. Although the tribe's people were killed from time to time in the tide of demons every month, they survived stubbornly and continued. to date.
The queen of dragons and ants who lived in the human world represents the neutral forces in the devil. She is not hostile to the Holy See, and sometimes even protects humanity, but the identity of the devil makes her position subtle and suspicious. Humans had feared her, but when the human world became stricken with the wanton invasion of demons, the underground ant city she ruled instead turned into a sinful place that could last forever. There, demons and humans coexist, and they are hostile to each other, but when the tide of the demon comes every month, they are forced to unite together to fight this life and death test.
The yellow sand is full of sky, the wind is roaring, and this withered ground is moaning and groaning in despair.
The guard of the Valentin tribe on duty narrowed his eyes, and he saw a figure in the flying yellow sand walking towards this place. He was suspicious that he saw Shilin as a human figure and couldn't help blinking, trying to squeeze the sand that captivated his eyes aside, but when he opened his eyes again, the figure was close to him.
He was wrapped in a white robe covering the wind, and the robe was covered with the traces of wind and sand. He pulled down his hood and exposed a pair of blue eyes, like the cloudless sky when the sun was empty.
"Hey friend, where are you from?" Asked the dark-skinned Valentine.
Every year, there are always a lot of people who come to the underground Ant City to seek the queen's asylum. When they arrive here, they are often already trapped, even without long objects and suffering from hunger and cold. Take out their leftover food and invite them to a full meal, and then enthusiastically show them the way to the underground Ant City.
The Valentines enthusiastically, generously and happily share everything they have, even if they live in this barren land, they are poor and miserable throughout their lives.
"I'm from Neverland." He was dusty, hoarse, and pale, but his eyes were determined.
The Valentines respectfully said: "You have just crossed the desert? The High Priest also said a few days ago that there was a huge storm there. I am afraid that many people have died. Have you encountered it?"
The person nodded, "Lost the camel."
"It's just a camel, at least you haven't lost yourself. This is already a rare luck in the desert." The Valentine said warmly. "Let's stop in our tribe. Today happens to be a bonfire festival, and young girls will come out. Dance, let's have fun together. Let's set off tomorrow morning. The underground Ant City is not far away! "
"Thank you."
The lonely traveler took a break in the Valentin tribe. The Valentin guard warmly invited him to dinner in his home, and the guard was happy when the traveler took out the precious spices he carried with him. He danced and called a dozen neighbors in one breath. They killed a sheep, a man set up a grill, a woman fetched water in the well, and finally tasted this delicious roast lamb together, admiring the magic of spices. Even the traveler's language eagle was assigned a delicious piece of roasted lamb. It cleverly learned his tongue and praised the rich dinner, which caused the Valentine's laugh.
At night, the bonfire ignited in the middle of the tribe, the people continued to add firewood to make it more prosperous, and the blazing flames dyed the sky into a gorgeous red. Old people in the tribe played with rugged instruments, men and women were carefully dressed, and they danced around the bonfire. The young girls were so shy waiting for the guys to invite them to dance, or even to propose.
The annual bonfire festival is actually a grand collective wedding. The young people of this tribe do not have complicated wedding rituals. They only need to invite the favorite girl to dance before the bonfire, and after the dance, they give out gifts to their sweethearts. 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 looked at the lively ball from a distance, and after taking off his robe, he showed his erect body and handsome appearance. The Valentin girls frequently looked at him, and the bold girls even invited him to dance. Rejected was not angry, but happily ran back with his skirt and whispered with his companions.
The traveler had to sneak away, and took his eagle to the Gobi Stone Forest outside the tribe. Here is a steep wind-eroded hill, everywhere with wind-eroded mushrooms and wind-eroded columns. The language eagle glides in the night sky. He Then he jumped on the eclipse column that was several meters high and sat on it, looking out at the tribe that lit the bonfire. The sound of music, laughter, applause, this world's lively echoes in this desert, makes people excited, can't help but want to step into this joy, forget all the troubles and pain.
This excitement reminds travellers of the establishment day of the dusk town. On that day, the entire dusk town is also so lively. There is only one day of the year, and the sunset will be replaced by a bright starry sky. People walk out of the house, walk through the streets and have fun, or watch the fireworks rise on the sea or the beach, and hide the sky and the sky from the sky, which is beautiful.
At that time, he was still young, and only this day, his mother would get up from the sick bed, take his hand to the street, watch fireworks on the beach, he sang to her, but he did not sing well, but She always smiled and touched his head to encourage him. Such memories made him sincerely happy.
But this little happiness didn't last forever. The mother's hand became thinner year by year. The one that could wrap his palm can no longer hold him. Instead, he could wrap her hand-- A pair of skinny hands.
Later, she finally could n’t even get out of the house, so every year on the founding day, he didn't go to the beach to watch fireworks, but accompanied her at home. Sometimes she was awake, sometimes she was lethargic. He was sitting on the floor beside the bed, watching the sporadic fireworks reflected in the window from the window, and watching it silently from bloom to extinction, just like her.
He knew she was about to leave him, and he was powerless. He could only pray day by day, pray to God, slower, slower, do n’t just take away his only loved one, and do n’t leave him alone.
But she was gone. That year, he was thirteen.
After her death, he was sent to the Holy See. Every year, the establishment day of the dusk town, he wanted to go back to see it, but he always missed because of things like that. Town of.
But he 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 of people moved to the square and the beach. He walked in a quiet alley, avoiding the crowd. Can that joy belong to him? He didn't know. He just felt lonely. For a moment, he even had such confusion: At this moment, will the Father God overlooking this living creature feel lonely?
So he meditated in his heart: turn to me and have pity on me, for I am alone and miserable. Look after my troubles, my troubles, and forgive me all my sins.
The fireworks emptied and exploded in the sky. The colorful fireworks caused the crowd to scream and laugh. He stood in front of her tombstone and looked up.
Every year is so lively, exactly the same as he remembered from childhood, but he has never been so lucky, and can have someone to watch fireworks with him.
No, he does.
He has.
God has prepared for those who love him. The eyes have not seen, the ears have not heard, and the heart has never thought of it.
It was miracle-like and unbelievable, which made his heart linger a vow day and night, but he was silent before he could talk in the future. Later, the miracle slept in the tree tomb, gradually covered his face by falling flowers, but repeatedly appeared in his memory, he carefully wiped this memory, allowing him to accompany him clearly every day.
But he never dared to think about this vow again, because he could never say it again, and no one could say it again.
He would still dream of him, every time it was a painful loss, but even meeting in such a nightmare is better than many nights without dreams. He stays up all night and goes with the campfire until dawn.
Such love is happiness and pain.
It was vigorous and silent.
He accepted it frankly, even with gratitude, even if he had to live up to his expectations for the rest of his life.
He is grateful all his life.