Before AD [Babylonian Favorites]

In the afternoon of the fourth day, the weather was fine and the sun was warm.

I was eating in Hephaistion's tent, when Melanie suddenly lifted the curtain and said to me, "Your Majesty is up."

Alexander up?I couldn't believe it, wiped my mouth in a hurry, and followed him out.

The matter of Krest was like a fuse, forcing out all the pain and contradictions in Alexander's heart.I understand that Alexander is not a very perfect king.He's emotional, he's cocky, he's beaming, he's frank.He acted like an emperor like a child, thinking that light and faith could overcome anything.

A long time ago, when I first read about Alexander, I was amazed at his victories.But now it seems that a hundred battles and victories are really just a myth written by later generations. He is also a living person. Of course he will lose, but what he loses is the inner battle, not everyone can see it.

When I arrived, Alexander was washing his face, and I went up to him and handed him a clean sheep towel.

He paused and looked up at me.The azure blue pupils are like clear lake water, moving slightly, as if countless emotions flowed past, but also seemed to be just blank.

My heart throbbed inexplicably, and I wanted to say something casually, but I was afraid that he would be unhappy, so I had to carefully ask: "Your Majesty, are you hungry?"

Hearing the sound, he stopped wiping his face, suddenly smiled at me, and said softly, "The weather is fine today."

I was taken aback, and Alexander said again: "I want to go out for a walk."

From being emotionally out of control to being extremely unstable, then trying to restrain himself, and finally to the calmness in front of me now, seeing his changes, I can't tell whether I am happy or sad, I just followed his footsteps and walked out.Melanie originally wanted to follow, but he refused.

One behind the other, we walked through the busy streets of the town, through the dusty old city gates, and through the camp.The icy coldness of early spring and March has gone away unconsciously. Looking around, there is a very light but eye-catching green in the field, full of vitality.I still remember the lively scene when he rode past in his costume in Babylon, the flowers applauded, the crowd chanted his name, and the gate behind him slowly opened, and the eagle spread its wings to take flight.In less than two years, the boy seemed to be very different.

I couldn't help but look at him.

The outline of his profile is still beautiful, but it is more deep.

Alexander leaned against a boulder and spread his palms.As if welcoming the sun, he raised his head and closed his eyes lightly.He wore no golden crown today, but only a thin white Greek robe.The golden light illuminated his three-dimensional facial features extremely softly.

The breeze blows like fluff.

"What is His Majesty thinking?" I asked.

He took a deep breath, and suddenly put his hand on my shoulder: "Did you hear the wind?"

"Ah."

"It's as if someone is calling me, very softly, but just enough for me to hear."

I said, "Does Your Majesty miss Macedonia?"

He didn't answer, but after a long time, he suddenly whispered, "Where is the end of the world?"

It is a question, but it is the tone of a declarative sentence.

I turned to look at him beside me: "Then what does your Majesty think is the end of the world?"

"Yes, what is the end of the world." Alexander's eyelids moved, the corners of his mouth slightly turned up, his face shrouded in a faint light, "or, is there really an end to the world?"

In the peaceful field in the afternoon, there are only a few children playing around not far away, with coarse clothes, dirty little faces, and laughter from time to time.I looked at the depths of the endless wilderness, where the sky and the earth meet, the rolling mountains, and didn't speak.

Does the world really have an end?

Is there really an end to your road of conquest?

"No." He suddenly replied by himself, "This is the answer I hope to hear."

"Whether it's wrong to kill a courtier, be betrayed, or be assassinated, it's true that people's hearts are struggling in pain. But for me, the scariest thing is to get too close to my dream, so that Easy to get."

Alexander suddenly opened his eyes, clasped his palms, and said slowly: "Do you understand? Having a dream also means losing it, because after realizing this dream, we must find the next one to replace it, otherwise, we will lose it." Lost momentum."

I said, "Then, why must we advance, Your Majesty?"

Why can't you just stop and take a break.

"Either have nothing, or have everything." Alexander squeezed his hand on my shoulder, put it down again, and then smiled lightly, "I can choose to be a great hero like Achilles, Died early with great glory, of course, I can also choose to live a long life, but without glory. Although this is crazy, but Bagoss, no matter how long a mediocre person lives, it will not change the world. But Look at what I am doing - heart-stirring, painful setbacks, ups and downs... These seem annoying, but after thousands of years, people will definitely remember me, and there must be many people who know my name, it is me , Alexander, none other than Alexander the Great, who once conquered the world."

He looked at me, tapped his left chest, and said lightly: "Do you understand? It's them, these things that tortured me so much that I couldn't die. They will make the world remember me forever and prove that I have been to this world. "

He even remembered.

My heart is a little moved.

Expansion of territory, conquering the world, great glory, and the meaning of dreams.

Although I don't want to admit it, even though I don't want to believe it, that's him, that's really him, Alexander.

It turned out that until now, he hadn't been disoriented by the blow.

He still remembered his first thought, his conviction was so strong.

In fact, as early as a few days ago, when Krest just died, I had already had the idea of ​​dissuading Alexander from returning to the dynasty.Although I knew that Alexander would not listen to me, I knew better than anyone what I would encounter if I continued walking. I knew his fate, so I was even more unwilling to face it.But now hearing him say that, I can't speak anymore.

Brilliant, like, being able to get here, although not yet in India, is already brilliant enough.These achievements are enough for him to stand in the corner of history, enough for future generations to remember him.But……

"Your Majesty, how long has it been since you returned to Macedonia?" I asked suddenly.

Alexander was startled: "Five years, or six years."

"Why don't you go back and have a look, your mother, Queen Olympias must be very missed..."

"Don't you understand, Bagoas?" Alexander interrupted me suddenly, "Only moving forward is the real meaning of my life."

I gaped.

Is it really meaningful to be alive?

My heart was slightly prickled, and I couldn't help blurting out: "Then what is Hephaestion? What is Queen Olympias? Those who love you... people, what are you?"

He looked at me in astonishment, his voice became low and inaudible.

"Emotions are not the most important thing."

I blinked and smiled wryly: "I'm talking too much."

Yes, he is an eagle with a soul, and he is not a kite that can be released and pulled back at any time in the palm of his hand, Alexander who has lost his dream, is he still Alexander.How can I stop the fate he chose with his own hands?

"No, it's not." Alexander's voice sounded again.

He suddenly took two steps closer, stared at me, and showed a pale but heartfelt smile.

"Emotions are not the most important thing, but they are absolutely essential. Bagoas, no one likes the taste of loneliness. No matter how lonely or great the soul is, it is also eager to get a little bit, even a little bit of love and encouragement."

For some reason, his words seemed to speak from my heart. I felt sore when I heard them, and I just nodded vigorously like a fool.

Suddenly a gust of headwind blew, my hair covered my vision, and Alexander in front of me suddenly became blurred.

Hands, warm hands suddenly grabbed my wrist, a gentle force slowly pulled me to the ground, and then a pair of slender and powerful arms came around.Alexander's cold forehead touched my collarbone. Like a wayward child, he threw the burden of the whole world on me, and then hid in my chest and panted secretly.

Such desperate attachment posture, vigorous and childish hug, his hair, his breath, the vitality of his beating heart, it seems that everything goes back to many years ago, he was still a carefree child, such a bold Terrible, but careful child.

My heart seemed to be filled with water, a big cup, and then bit by bit, as if it was about to overflow into tears, and choked again.

"The luckiest thing I've experienced along the way is that no matter what I've experienced, no matter how painful it is," his voice was muffled but trembling with instability, "I'm not alone, am I?"

I stopped talking and hugged him tightly.

"Come down with me." He said, "You don't have to do anything, just watch from the sidelines."

In the early morning of the second day after I finished these words, Hephaestion went out to help Alexander deal with government affairs as usual, but he came back before I went to see Alexander.

I was about to go out, when I saw him walking this way, I asked strangely, "Why did you come back so early?"

Hephaistion glanced at me, frowned and said, "Alexander is gone."

what? !

"Clarify clearly, what do you mean missing?" I said anxiously.

Hephaestion said: "He took a cavalry regiment and infantry team out with Antigonus, and it seems that he is going to attack the snow mountain again. What's going on? Zeus, isn't he in a bad state the past few days? ? What did you tell him?"