Chapter 41 Boat
The sun is setting behind the mountains, and the light is becoming dim.
In the Royal Palace of Lokos, the shadowy darkness in the countless intertwined corridors is driven by the smooth wind.
From one passage to another, different whispers are quietly communicating with each other. Those low conversations, music, laughter, and ambiguous play come quietly from this house, from The house passed quietly.
Every chattering sound can hardly find its real source, just like the reflection behind the palace hides another mysterious sky curtain, and some hidden things run out from the reflection of the curtain. Something neither dim nor dark, unclear, is about to move in the dim silence.
For Andos, this is a nightlife he has known since childhood.
His sensitive nature makes him naturally willing to observe all the hazy phantoms in the world, and draw from them the nutrients he will devote to his creation.
Before anyone taught him, he understood that art must come from various experiences in life.
During the day, if he is not in the workshop indulging in some detail that makes him feel happy, he is wandering around the market and nature, using concentrated observation to add real and vivid mood to his works. At the same time, he said hello to every citizen who smiled at him and wished them a happy life today.
At night, he was sometimes inside the palace and sometimes outside the palace.
In the dead of night, the excessive hustle and bustle subsided into tranquility. Through the dew, cold air and mist, he could often hear the rhythm of the world's own activities in a semi-sleep state from the sparse light and shadow and the gentle night. The mountains were breathing, shadows were passing by him, and all the emptiness was whispering to him.
He couldn't help but be immersed in it. This was a far more inextricable enjoyment than the dizziness after drunkenness and partying.
When Andos passed by a moonlit alley, someone recognized him.
This is not surprising. He has at least one fate with many citizens in the capital.
Andos was just a little surprised that someone was still awake at this time.
"Prince, it's so late, why don't you go back and rest?" The girl's clear voice came out of the window, and then the crimson curtain was opened by a few slender white fingers, and a figure appeared behind the curtain. The young girl has a pretty face, her light-colored eyes are pious and cheerful, and her red rose-like lips contain comforting joy.
The warm light behind her fell on Andos in the street, and suddenly the entire silence and darkness dispersed like mist, and the coldness of the entire city melted into the girl's white porcelain fingers. Point it up.
The whispers in this world are more solemn, and there are almost real-life songs, dances and the charming aroma of ointment.
Andos felt something warm on the back of his hand where it was exposed to the sun, and a very pleasant vortex was stirring warmly in his blood vessels, and his heart was full of turbulence. Strange intoxication.
In this moment, hundreds of statues and paintings about girls were completed in his brain without thinking. The inspiration from the sky has never been so full, or maybe For the first time in many years, mysterious revelations and mysterious signs all penetrated his heart.
His footsteps couldn't help but retreat, as if he was trying to run back to the workshop, bringing thousands of dreamy smiles and thousands of desperate cries to this boring and barren world without sleep.
The girl stretched out her arms that were plumper and smoother than the skin of delicious fruits, hung the curtain on the hook by the window, and leaned on the window sill with her chin: "Prince, why don't you answer me?"
"Oh..." Andos woke up a little from his dream, and the girl in front of him became more vivid. He tried to warn himself to be sober and not to have any thoughts about a kind-hearted girl - they didn't know each other at all, and they didn't understand her at all.
However, when he thought about not having much interaction with her in the future, the prince's sweet heart immediately withered as if a dead branch was about to die.
"I'm here...just take a walk." Andos replied drunkenly, even though he hadn't drank even a drop of wine for a long time. "I'll go back later."
After he said these words, he felt secretly painful in his heart. The pain quickly turned into hatred and gathered into a terrible thought. Now he actually wanted to kill this girl he had never met before and take him away. This unreasonable emotion shocked himself, and the deep guilt and shame were combined extremely strongly. Andos cursed his own evil thoughts with all the words he had learned in his life. How could he be so vicious?
The girl gave him a toothy smile, "We can't let the prince be alone on the street. Do you want to come and sit in the house for a while?"
Andos There was a rolling warmth on his back, rolling down his spinal cord towards his face. His wrists were sore and numb, and his fingertips felt as heavy as if they had been cast from molten gold.
He wanted to retreat awkwardly, but a very strong hand seemed to stretch out on the flat road and forcefully grabbed his legs and feet.
"No need!" He shouted forcefully, "I'm going back right now, citizen!"
Despite shouting like this, he couldn't move away. He blamed it on himself. despicable.
The girl's brows drooped pitifully, and her bright eyes, which seemed to be filled with countless colors, were also fogged up. Her sadness made Andos dizzy, and even his soul was consumed by her tears.
The girl lowered her head and rummaged in the small cupboard by the window. Andos couldn't control his fascination with her every move.
After a while, the girl said "Ah" in surprise and took out a delicate model the size of her palm. When she got it to the window, Andos saw clearly that it was a small sailboat.
The girl took out a thin needle from the mast of the ship, let the needle lie in her hand, and leaned out the window softly, allowing Andos to take the needle from her hand.
"This is a small dagger." She teased, "Take it and have a look, but you can't refuse me anymore, my prince."
Andos stretched out his hands , the little needle gently fell from the girl's hand and slipped into Andos's palm.
The remaining will in him told him that this little needle was a miniature dagger that was so precisely carved. However, what was reflected in his eyes was only the afterimage left by the girl's white jade fingers, which touched the fingertips. The little bit of dense itching on his skin.
"Does it look good?" The girl giggled, "Then I will give you my boat as well, my prince. It carries my heart."
After saying that, without waiting for Andos to utter a single word of rejection, the small sailboat with gold base and silver edge and bright red blood jade fell into Andos's hands. Even the thin little dagger returned to the mast of the sailboat at some point.
Andos' footsteps were walking as if in a dream. He drifted out of the alley in a daze, trembling and joy closely connected with the passion all over his body.
He was trembling in a daze, the world was shaking in confusion before his eyes, the noise of the wind became extremely small, leaving only the strong stimulation of blood flowing through the blood vessels, through the heart and then bursting out.
Soon, even this unstoppable hot pleasure was suppressed by emptiness, and he fell into a quagmire-like numbness.
Only when he lowered his head and glanced at the small sailboat in his hand, his senses and desires became intense again. The world around him responded to him in the endless anxiety and urgency, making him extremely eager. I want to blend into this hot everything.
He stared at the small sailboat in fascination for a while, then suddenly realized that he was not allowed to take other people's belongings, and hurriedly walked back in pain to return the sailboat.
However, after the lights were turned off, the window of the girl just now was as dark as the windows of other houses. He couldn't find it. He could only hold the empty and heavy uneasiness and completely uncontrollable joy. The little sailboat returned to the palace and placed it in the most remote corner among the wooden shelves in the house.
Even though the craftsmanship of the small sailboat was unparalleled, he couldn't bear to look at it anymore.
(End of this chapter)