Twilight War

06

It was dark when we got off the train.

Niflheim is located in the extreme north, full of dense fog all year round, shrouded in severe cold, and all eyes are white.Here the great river flowing out of the spring of Hvagmir freezes into a huge glacier, which accumulates over time and is unfathomably high.Once it breaks, it makes a huge roar.

The two walked one after the other on the snow-covered ice, not far from the station was the hotel.

The small hotel is located at the foot of the snow-capped mountain, and a small bonfire burning in the hanging stove seems to be the only warmth in the world of ice and snow.

There was thick white snow piled up on the wooden house, Zichen was always worried about whether he would be caught by the falling snow when he opened the door.

It is the off-season now, and there is only the boss in the entire hotel. The boss is drinking cheap vodka with high alcohol content on the table beside him. He is so drunk that he can't even see people clearly.

He just glanced at them in a daze, "Are you here for honeymoon? Around June...when the snow starts to melt...little lovers...all love to come here. Now?...Why do people still come here for honeymoon? .”

Zichen: "Boss, can you see clearly?"

The boss squinted his eyes and looked at Zichen carefully, "Oh, it's a boy, I misread it just now."

He patted Zichen on the shoulder and said, "I thought it was a girl when she looked so thin, but you don't have to be a man and a woman to be a couple..."

Zichen resisted the urge to throw the boss out.

The boss leaned on the counter drunkenly, and took out the check-in form that had already been dusted.

"Well...Do you want two rooms or one room?"

"One," said Wischpel.

The boss smiled strangely, "Look, I knew..."

Zichen resisted the urge to stab the boss to death.You know what it means! !

Wischpel ignored the boss and put the two silver coins on the counter, and walked slowly up the stairs along the old wood.

When Zichen opened the corresponding room door with the brass key, he finally understood why the boss had such a weird smile—there was only one bed in the room! !

And Vichypel didn't show any expression as if he already knew it.After putting things away calmly, he went downstairs.

The decoration of the entire room makes it hard to believe that this is the hotel of that drunk and wretched uncle.

The room is small, but it feels clean and safe.

The windows are facing the snow-capped mountains.

The moonlight shrouded the entire snow-capped mountain like flowing mist.Everything outside the window seems to be a scene that only exists in an illusion.

Zichen felt that all the scenery was inexplicably familiar, icy snow-capped mountains and rolling glaciers.Niflheim is shrouded in fog all year round.

He suddenly thought of that illusion again, the huge glacier stained red with blood, the dead boy.

There was a sudden pain in the heart, and Zichen gasped for breath to relieve the pain in the heart.

"Squeak."

The door of the room was opened, and Wischpel came over with a cup of hot milk, "Fortunately, there is still milk in this store, it's already warmed up."

"Oh." Zichen took the milk and drank it slowly.

"Brother, what are you doing here?" Zichen asked.

"I'll tell you tomorrow." Wihipel looked at Zichen and smiled.

"Is it important?"

Vesper nodded.

Half an hour later, Zichen lay on the inside of the bed, and Wisipel was on the outside of the bed.

He was still looking at the book he was reading in the car today. The light from the candle was dimmed, showing an almost warm yellow color on the pages of the book.

Zichen's heart was almost thumping.

In the past, he didn't quite understand the word thumping, but now he seemed to really hear the thumping heartbeat in this word.

Now he can be regarded as someone who has slept with His Royal Highness Wisipel.

Zichen remembered that in that illusion, the boy said that human beings are the same, living a long life with a little poor memory.

Every time I feel the pain is unbearable, I take out those memories and look at them over and over again.

If this is the case, then he will have more things to rely on for a long life in the future.

Just like sweet potatoes roasted just right in winter, and the wind blowing through the copper bells of ancient temples, you can miss the beauty of your life.

Zichen turned over again.

Vehipel next to him asked him, "Why, can't you sleep?"

Zichen was embarrassed to talk about the confusion in his heart, so he asked weakly, "What are you looking at?"

Wischpel turned over the cover and showed him, "Centuries."

"The Centuries" is a long quatrain written by the prophet "Nostradamus" who is good at astrology to predict the future.The whole work is divided into twelve volumes, and each volume contains one hundred four-line poems.

Each poem is a prophecy of terrible things to come.

"Is the prophecy above true?" Zichen had heard of this book, but didn't know much about it.

"Some are," Wischpel said.

"I always thought this book was a lie."

"This book has successfully predicted many things. Nostradamus was a great astrologer, and he peeked into the future destiny from the movement of the astrology." Vihipel said.

Zichen was stunned, "What can you tell by just looking at it like this? The language in this book is really too obscure and difficult to understand."

Zichen looked at the page that Wisipel turned to now and said.

"Actually, there's no need to look so closely."

"There are twelve volumes in the whole book, and each volume contains one hundred four-line poems, and each poem is a prophecy. But the 1000 or two hundred poems are actually about one thing." Vihipel said suddenly , I don’t know why Zichen suddenly felt that there was something very deep in his voice, which made him a little out of breath.

"—the final destruction."

At that moment, Zichen felt that there was great sadness in Vehipel's tone.It is reminiscent of the huge glacier formed by the freezing of the big river flowing from the spring of Hwagmeer. The ice layer accumulated over time and finally collapsed on a certain day.

When the sun comes to screw No.20 days

the earth will shake violently

The majestic theater was instantly reduced to ruins

The earth and the sky are in chaos

People who don't believe in God also burn incense and kowtow to worship Buddha

All and all, all but the final destruction, Ragnarok.That inevitable fate.

Vehipel looked at the book in his hand, his blue eyes were indifferent and almost colorless, but in those eyes that once reflected the flowers favored by gods, they now reflected countless destructions and doomsdays.

That is the ultimate fate.The fate clearly painted on the top floor of the Genesis Library.

Just as Zichen wanted to say that there was no need to believe these things, he suddenly remembered what Dai Wen had said to him before the Valkyrie's trial.

The No.13 god imprisoned in the kingdom of the dead, the destruction after 1000 years.

For him, there is no need to think about things, but for Vihipel, he has to bear.

There are always some people who bear what others cannot understand but have to bear.

It will be very tiring.

But he didn't want Wihipel to be so tired.

In the yellowish light, Vichypel's eyelashes were like fluttering butterfly wings.

"The collapse of the earth, the pouring of magma, and the rain of fire from the sky." Zichen looked at the "Centuries", "Why is the end of the world in such a boring way? Couldn't the world perish because of too many carrots?"

"Huh?" Vichypel was taken aback.

Zichen realized that he seemed to be stupid again in front of Wichpel.

In fact, he is often a bit silly, just like his uncle talked about the paramita of patience and humiliation in front of the scripture hall a long time ago, and the Tathagata said it was not the paramita of patience.

But he listened dizzily for a long time and only remembered the delicious jackfruit.

"It's nothing, I'm going to sleep first." Zichen tucked his head into the quilt.

"That's really scary." Vehipel said suddenly.

He turned to look at Zichen, "After all, I really don't like carrots."

Zichen, who was huddled under the quilt, also turned his head to look at him, his black eyes seemed to hold a piece of ground pine ink.

That's great, you see there are still people in this world who are willing to be silly with him.

Zichen smiled, and said after a long time, "...I like to eat. If it really comes to the end of the world, wait for me. I will find you. I will help you eat those carrots...I like to eat ...Really, I like..."

Vesper nodded. "Okay, then I'll wait for you."

Wischpel blew out the lamp and slowly lay down beside him.The blue moonlight came in from the window, carrying the coldness of the snow-capped mountains.

Zichen turned sideways, watching Wisipel's pale golden eyelashes trembling slightly in the moonlight, like a frightened butterfly that was about to fly away at any moment.

Zichen bit his lip, looked at Wisipel and said, "Brother, if the end of the world comes and you are alone in the room, what will you do if someone knocks on the door?"

Visipel next to him didn't open his eyes, but his tone was very firm, "'When the blood runs out at dusk, the battle still doesn't stop.' No matter what greets me, I will fight with my gun and never back down. This is my mission. "

Zichen said with a smile, "'The end of the world' is coming, of course the person who comes is 'the end of the world', of course we have to open the door for him."

Vichy Perl was taken aback for a moment.

Zichen stared at the side face of Wisipel under the moonlight, and said almost with a sigh, "Okay, no kidding. I was the one who knocked on the door. I promised my brother that you would eat carrots for you. How could you let it go?" You are alone."

"I'll break through the defense line made up of carrots to find you."

Vehipel slowly turned his head, his eyelashes like a frightened butterfly slowly opened, revealing eyes that seemed to contain the entire universe.

He looked at Zichen, and Zichen stared blankly at him as if he forgot to blink.

The room was dark, only the almost icy blue moonlight shone into the room.

Outside the window is the icy snow-capped mountains. Those accumulated thousands of years of ice and snow have not melted all year round, piling up layer by layer in Niflheim in the extreme north.

07

The next morning, the hotel.

After Wisipel prepared the breakfast, Zichen still fell asleep on the bed in a rather disfigured way, the quilt had been ripped into a mess, and his black hair was messed up.

Wisipel stood by the table and looked at it for a while, then went to the bed and squatted down. He reached out and rubbed Zichen's head. Not only did Zichen not get up, but he felt very comfortable rubbing against his palm. rubbed.

"It's time to get up." His tone was a little helpless.

Zichen turned over and slowly opened his eyes, just in time to meet those blue eyes that looked like a fantasy world of glazed glass.

Zichen blinked quickly, digesting the impactful scene he saw just after waking up in the morning.

"It's time to get up," said Vichypel.

Zichen looked out the window which was still dark, "It's still early, I don't want to get up."

"It's polar night now, and we won't see the sun until twelve o'clock."

"Then start again at twelve o'clock." Zichen said quite openly.

"Anyway, I'm going out later. If you don't get up, you can stay here alone." Vichypel threatened.

Zichen thought for a long time, "Oh, then I'd better get up."

Wischpel got up and set the breakfast on the table.

After putting away the knife and fork, Wisipel turned around and looked at Zichen, who was still in the same state as before, sitting on the bed in a daze with his head in a mess.

"Why don't you come down?"

Zichen stared blankly ahead, "I'm trying to convince myself to accept this world."

Vehipel: "..."

"You have to know that this is a difficult thing, and I can't do it every time, so I have to put in a lot of effort every time." Zichen said.

After breakfast, the two went downstairs.Wisipel was still wearing the black trench coat from yesterday, looking extraordinarily stern in the world of ice and snow.

Zichen wore a red scarf, which was brought by Wisipel. His face was already small, but it became even smaller when he shrunk into the scarf.

Drunk boss yelling after them on the way out, "Hey! This snow day is not a good time for a date!"

Zichen tried his best to control the urge to stuff the boss's head into the wine barrel.

After they walked out the door, the boss was still talking behind him, "I really don't understand these young people anymore..."

The moment he opened the door, Zichen was shocked.

Although it was still the polar night, the air already had a faint light seeping into the snowstorm all over the sky.

This is the realm of myth and epic, where the Nordic gods once fought.And they are just mortals who have strayed into mythology.

They walk in myths and epics, and there is no clear boundary between heaven and earth.

The two trudged through the ice and snow one after the other.

White snow fell on Vichypel's long silver hair.

Zichen quickly ran two steps to catch up with Wisipel, and Wisipel reached out to embrace him, and put his hand in black leather gloves on his shoulder.

"Cold?"

Zi Chen shook his head.

"It should be here soon."

A huge glacier cliff appeared in front of them.

"Here it is," said Wichpel.

"kindness?"

"Right here," he said.

"What are you going to do?" Zichen looked around suspiciously.

"Watch the sunrise."

After finishing speaking, Wisipel opened the box, which contained a few pieces of ordinary wood and fuel, and he built a bonfire on the cliff in a short while.

The two of them were sitting by the campfire, Zichen was covered with the blanket brought by Wisipel.

"I'm sorry, I tricked you into watching the sunrise with me in this kind of place." Wihipel said.

"If anyone brings me to this place just to watch the sunrise, I will definitely kill him. If it is Devon, I will blow his head off." Zichen looked at Wei Xipei Er said, "But if it's you, I actually think it's...very good."

"kindness?"

"It's just good. I think if it's with you, watching the sunrise in such a cold place seems to be acceptable." Zichen watched the dark blue sky gradually brighten.

The bonfire was burning in the wind and snow.

"I come here to watch the sunrise every year at this time," Wihipel said.

"When I first came here, I thought there was only night and no day. I walked on the glacier for three months, and the sun never rose from the ice."

"But just as I was about to leave here, I suddenly saw the sunrise after the long polar night. At that time, I realized that the day will always come, but some people's nights will be longer, and the waiting time will be shorter." Just longer."

The rays of the rising sun illuminate Niflheim, and the glaciers are covered in glorious gold.

Zichen looked at the warm sun slowly jumping out of the sky, and the red scarf lined him like a piece of white porcelain.

He looked at the glacier shrouded in sunlight, and suddenly remembered the illusion of endless reincarnation, and thought of Roland.

"Brother, how did you get used to death?" Zichen suddenly said to Wisipel, "Will you gradually get used to it in the future?"

Will it slowly become numb, and all deaths are like the most common things.

Even if the person who greeted you yesterday became the name on the tombstone the next day, still act as if nothing happened.

"I've never gotten used to it." Wihipel said, looking at the light in the sky, "It's impossible to get used to something like death."

"Everyone's death is different, even if you have seen it over and over again, you will never get used to it. It is even more impossible to smooth it over time-time is just a liar, he will wrap the wound layer by layer, you see If you don't see it, you can pretend it doesn't exist, but when you suddenly think of it one day, all the pain will be doubled."

All the pain that death brings, you just have to accept it.

The light in the sky was slowly swallowed up, and the whole of Niflheim fell into darkness again.

Wischpel stood up, "Let's go, Niflheim's first day is over."

"Is it over?" Zichen seemed to have no reaction.

"Well, the first day after the polar night will be short, but it doesn't matter," Wisipel said, "the days will get longer and longer in the future."

Wisper walked in front of Zichen.

Zichen looked at the black figure in the heavy snow, so far away, separated by endless snowflakes.Everything seems like a long time ago.

In fact, after returning from the illusion of Yermungandr, Zichen often wondered if he had never woken up.It's like all the real and the unreal are intertwined.

He thought of the Lanke who watched the fairy chess game for a hundred years. When he returned to the world, everything he was familiar with had disappeared, and everyone related to him died within a hundred years.

He was alone, walking in a strange world.Is it all an illusion or is it real?Did he never wake up.

The wind blew the red scarf around Zichen's neck, which was the only redness in the gray world.

He touched the red scarf and stood there looking at the man's back.

But there has to be something real, right?It was true that Wichpelt lay beside him and told him he didn't like carrots, and it was true that Wichpelt had taken him to see the sunrise after the long polar night.

The scarf around his neck is also real.

There is endless snow between the sky and the earth, and Vichypel's black windbreaker flutters up and down in the wind.

Zichen suddenly ran to Wisipel and hugged him fiercely from behind. Wisipel was stunned for a while, and then slowly covered his hand.

Whether real or unreal.

If I have become a Lanke person, when I return from a century-old dream, I just want to see you.The vicissitudes of life, white clouds and dogs, I just want to see you.

When I wake up from this nightmare, please hold my hand and tell me I am here.

Regardless of desolation and prosperity, no matter once or in the past.

Whether imaginary or real.Please wait here, welcome me back from a century-old dream, don't leave me alone in this world.

This is a world of myths and epics, full of thick fog and shrouded in severe cold all year round.Here the great river flowing from the spring of Hvagmere froze into a gigantic glacier, accumulating unfathomable heights.Once it breaks, it will emit a huge roar that can swallow everything.