A story of a god without logic

Since God loves the world

So why does the world love the world

Is there a distinction between high and low?

Dusty teenager kneels amid desert temple ruins

begging in a low voice

God, please, if you exist.Please save us.

The old god asked "What do you ask for?"

"I pray that the plague will be eliminated, the war will be over, and I pray that everyone in the world can stay with their loved ones."

"There should be a new god in the world, are you willing?"

"Okay, to become a god, what do I need to do?"

"I want you to know no love and hate, no sorrow and joy, no remembrance of the past. Can you do it?"

"it is good"

"Is it worth it, for your country and people. They are the ones who let your lover die."

"It's worth it. As a lover, I didn't do anything. At least, let me do something as a prince."

"After this, you will not remember your past, and no one will remember you. God is destined to be a lonely existence."

"Thank you, you don't have to worry about my repentance. But I would like to take the liberty of asking you for a day."

"what are you going to do?"

"Just remember something that doesn't matter."

The lone god watched as his successor painted seven or seven forty-nine slabs.

That's his story, his life, his love.

will be buried here.

"Are you still lucky?"

"I believe in him. After solving these things, I will sleep here forever. No matter ten years, one hundred years, or one thousand years, he will find me after all."

Even if I lose the past, lose all the power of love, I will not be afraid.

The little prince has been weak and sickly since he was a child, and his skin is a sickly white.Unlike his brothers who practice martial arts, he is quiet and likes to learn how to take care of flowers and plants with the queen.

It was the day when General Zhenbei returned triumphantly, and a banquet was held in the palace to celebrate the victory of the war.

The little prince showed up politely following his mother.

This kind of atmosphere of drinking to one's heart's content and competing in martial arts is not suitable for them.

"Emperor, the queen mother is tired, go back and rest first, go and water the newly planted flowers in the garden."

"Good" probably meant that he had escaped from the noisy banquet, the little prince smiled very happily.

He was wearing his favorite moon-white robe, his lips were red and his teeth were white, his eyes were bright, because he was going to see those flowers, the joy actually diluted his sickness.

"Hey, which family are you from?" A pair of combat boots stopped in front of the little prince who was squatting down to water.

The little prince looked up and met the boy's gaze.The young man was dressed in a strong suit, with sword eyebrows and starry eyes, and a tall and straight figure, which was between the innocence of a teenager and the coldness of a youth.High spirits.The little prince's heart was beating wildly, his face blushed, and he couldn't answer for a while.

"You look so beautiful in your clothes, which family's young master are you from? Why, you were punished here for tinkering with flowers and plants?" The young man raised his eyebrows and asked him with a smile.

"No, it's not punishment. I like to take care of them." The little prince frowned when he heard the young man tease him a little angry.Eyes wide open looking at him angrily.

The boy saw this scene, and felt very interesting in his heart, "Okay, okay, it's my fault, I will apologize to you."

The little prince snorted and reluctantly accepted the apology.

"Since you like taking care of flowers and plants so much, you must know a lot about flowers."

The little prince was very happy when he heard it, and said, "Of course! As long as it is in our country, I will raise it." A little pride appeared on his small face.

"Hahahaha, good. Since the young master is so confident, I have a merciless request."

"please say."

"It's like this. Recently, I added a few jasmine plants to my house, but the whole house is full of generals. In just a few days, those few flowers will be gone. Can you go and have a look?"

"This..." The little prince hesitated, but still couldn't bear to watch those few flowers wither, after thinking about it, he agreed, "Okay then."

The young man smiled heartily, "Okay, then I will thank you in advance, young master." He took a jade pendant from his waist and handed it to the little prince, "This is my personal belonging, just take it and come to me directly .”

The little prince took the jade pendant blankly.

"Ah, I forgot to mention that my father is Yan Ming, the general of Zhenbei, and I am the third in the family. The young general Yan Xuan of the new barracks is me." The young man looked at the little prince with a smile, trying to see the fear on his face. Emotions.

But the little prince didn't get what he wanted, and he didn't run away when he saw him like other gentlemen.

This kid is interesting.

"I, I have to ask for instructions. I can't go until tomorrow at the earliest. But I will as soon as possible." The little prince was full of thoughts about the withering flowers, and said, "Then I will go back first, see you next time." Got up and hurriedly ready to leave.

"Wait, you haven't told me your name yet, I've already told you."

"I, I... I can't tell," the little prince felt very guilty when he thought of his mother telling him not to tell others his identity casually.

"It seems that you have something to hide. I think you are so good-looking, white and clean, and you are very similar to the flowers in my family. I will call you... Jasmine!" The young man thought to himself, maybe it is a concubine from some family. , I don't have a name and I am embarrassed to say it.Poor kid.

"Jasmine, then I'm leaving, I'll wait for you to find me!" The young man said, after all, he was a martial artist, and he disappeared within a few steps.

The little prince blushed, held the jade pendant, and muttered in a low voice, "You are Jasmine, if you were a flower, I wouldn't water you."

When we first met each other when we were young, one was moved and the other blushed.

The amber crescent hangs in the sky,

The boy in the moon-white robe stood under the moonlight,

Like a pure white jasmine flower.

Ten years later

Zhenbei General Yan Ming, is it wrong? ? ?

It all started with a sudden outbreak of plague.

The plague was violent, and the symptoms were extremely strange.Physicians all over the country could not find a cure.We can only watch more and more disaster victims and tens of thousands of people dying of illness.The shops are closed, the land is barren, and the academy martial arts hall is temporarily suspended.The hearts of the people are uneasy, and the country is unstable.

Some people say that the emperor did something wrong and angered the gods in the sky, so the disaster happened here.

Looking at the increasingly chaotic country, the helpless king chose the most wrong way - offering sacrifices to heaven.

Use the blood of the young royal family as a sacrifice, and pray for God's forgiveness.

The monarch values ​​martial arts, so it is naturally impossible to choose a few princes who practice martial arts and lead the army.As expected, the little prince, who has always been weak and sick, became the candidate.A worthless heir, it would be better to live to appease the people.

When this edict was spoken in the court, the court was full of joy.

Except for the general Yan Xuan who has become more brilliant in recent years.

The young man has grown up and has made many military achievements, and he can already be on an equal footing with his father.

military power?manor?reward?He doesn't want any of these.He just wants to take his lover away.He knew that the little prince's situation in the palace was not good, and no one regarded him as a prince except the queen.

It's just a sick young man who can take care of flowers and plants.

That is his lover, who has no knowledge of his future, what did he do wrong to be treated like this?

Just because he is weak and sick and can't practice martial arts?

Just because he is useless in the face of war?

These, he came to do for him, he did well, better than the other princes.The bloody pain is all borne by himself, and these things are not worthy of touching him.

Yan Xuan objected angrily. This method is unfeasible and devoid of human nature. God will not appease the anger.

But no one listened to him, even his father winked at him.Don't wade in this muddy water, you can't save him.

Then, he drew his sword and cut off a stone slab in the hall, and asked the king to marry the little prince to him without being humble or humble.

The officials in the palace were in chaos.

"You are all men, it is contrary to human relations!"

"shameless."

"The great shame of the country, the great shame of the country!"

"Yan Xuan, what nonsense are you talking about, kneel down" That's his father.

"Presumptuous, talk absurdly about the prince, take it down and lock it up, temporarily dismissed from office!" That was the angry king.

Yan Xuan is not afraid of being imprisoned, he is just afraid that his lover will worry.

The rumors in the court were blocked by the king's order, and he made up his mind to sacrifice to heaven.

The little prince didn't know anything, he was still taking care of Jasmine left to him by his lover, waiting for him to come back.

The flowers are blooming well, but people will not be the same soon.

the eve of the festival

The little prince looked at the swaying flowers blown by the wind, smiled and sighed, "Why haven't you come back yet?"

Suddenly, there were a few taps on the window.The little prince recognized that it was their signal, and hurried to open the window.

There is no need to hide it, because the little prince's bedroom has no attendants at all.

"You're back, are you injured?" The little prince who just opened the window was suddenly hugged by the person who rushed in.

"What's the matter?" Facing his extremely disturbed lover, the little prince was very puzzled.

"Follow me, pack up your things and follow me." Yan Xuan didn't answer him, after confirming that the little prince was safe, he started to pack up the little prince's few things.

"What's the matter, why do you want to leave suddenly?"

The person who packed up his things paused for a moment, unable to bear to tell him the truth, "I'll take you to elope, Gao is not happy."

The little prince saw his lover's uneasiness and anger, he didn't say anything, and reached out to tidy up with him.

"Don't worry. I'm fine, can I still go with you? Kiss and hug, I want you to be responsible." The little prince joked.Seeing his lover's relaxed expression, he followed with a smile.

"Let's go."

"it is good."

They wanted to fly far away, but they still didn't escape after all.

The whole city is under martial law, even if Yan Xuan is highly skilled in martial arts, he cannot withstand the encirclement and suppression of the army.It's a pity that his soldiers are all guarding the northwest, otherwise, how could he be afraid of these leisurely and hardworking imperial soldiers?

They were taken back.

"I seduced the little prince, I coveted the prince, everything is my fault, please let him go. I am willing to sacrifice to heaven on his behalf!" Above the hall, he held the little prince's hand, if he could not escape, At least keep him safe.

"Yan Xuan? What are you talking about? Yan Xuan??" The little prince stared at his lover's profile with wide eyes.

"If sacrifices are to be made, a brave man is naturally better than a sick man."

The officials in the court were shocked by this incident, and it was originally to calm their anger, no one is the same.Compared with the weak and sickly little prince, the young general is not better.In the past few years, the Zhenbei Mansion has become more and more powerful, and its merits are high.Everything for the sacrifice is ready, the only thing missing is the sacrificer.

"The old minister feels that such a despicable person should sacrifice to the gods." One person spoke, and the rest of the courtiers were no longer silent.

"The old minister thinks that the little prince can't do such a thing, so he must be taken as a hostage." "The minister thinks that the Zhenbei Mansion has ulterior motives and kidnapped the people who worshiped the heavens. This must be to make the disaster continue, so that they can benefit from it. "The minister thinks that such villains should be killed!"

"Okay, it's up to you all. Yan Xuan, you messed up the court and talked about the government indiscriminately. Can you be convicted?"

"Minister Convicted"

"You interfered in the decision and almost harmed the common people. Are you guilty?"

"Minister Convicted"

"You violated human relations and tempted the prince, are you guilty?"

"The minister...confessed"

Yan Xuan stood up, turned around and held the little prince's pale face.She kissed his discolored lips reverently.

"Don't cry, I love you."

The little prince, who was completely unaware, watched helplessly as his lover was taken away and taken to the altar. He saw that the chest that once held him was cut open with a knife. He saw that the arm that once wrapped around him could no longer be lifted. He saw the eyes lose their luster, the lips that had just kissed him lost their color, and he saw his lover fall apart.

But he couldn't do anything, no matter how much he cried and shouted, the sacrificial steps did not stop.

He broke free from the soldiers' restraints and knelt in front of his father. He tugged at the corner of his mother's clothes and begged her to speak for him.

The tears had run dry, and so had the man's blood.

When the sacrifice was over, he ran over like crazy.

Looking at his lover's frozen body, no matter how much he hugged him, he would never get warm again.

Please, don't leave me.

Please, look at me again.

Yan Xuan died, and so did his Jasmine.

The news that the little general in Zhenbei Mansion sacrificed to heaven for his crimes reached Yan Ming in the northwest, and also reached the ears of the soldiers.

That is his favorite young son, that is the little general they respect.

He was a young man with high spirits and a bright future.

Just because of a stupid offering to heaven, he was wronged and condemned.

This monarch can no longer rule, they have to pay for their mistakes! ! !

General Zhenbei, reversed! ! !

He united the surrounding countries just to seek justice.

The war is intensifying, and the military situation is urgent.But the plague didn't stop.

The people complained, and the breath of national subjugation became stronger and stronger.

The country was on the verge of collapse. After offering sacrifices to heaven, more and more news reached the ears of the little prince.

No one has time to limit him, he buried Yan Xuan in their sea of ​​flowers.

Even in the palace, he knew that the people outside were in dire straits.

He looked at the only jasmine plant that survived, and murmured, "Don't you want to see this too?"

The war was tense, and the courtiers proposed to kill the little prince to appease the anger of General Zhenbei.

The little prince heard about it, but he didn't run away or ask, as if he didn't know.

That day, his mother secretly came to him.

She said that she had prepared a horse for him, and she said she was sorry for him, and she, like the little prince, knew nothing and could do nothing.

The queen hugged the child who was most like herself, crying and said, "I'm sorry, I didn't know you loved him so much. Your lover is a very good child, and he wouldn't want you to die like this. He loves you and this country, he loves you." The nicest kid I've ever met."

The little prince could no longer control his emotions, and the mother and son were crying in the empty bedroom.

He still decided to run away.The queen mother told him to flee to the south and who would pick him up.He agreed one by one, and took the jasmine flower with him.

All the way, people were devastated, and the corpses of those who died in battle and those who died of illness piled up into mountains.His flowers are delicate and withered after he left.

"You don't like this kind of country either, do you?" The little prince made up his mind, "I see, I will make everything calm down."

He rode a horse and galloped towards the direction of the ancient temple.

It was the only clean color in War and Plague.Still wearing a moon-white robe, walking under the moonlight.Like a devout pilgrim.

He bathed in the moonlight, walked through the wind and sand, stepped through the village, and climbed the mountains.

Cut his palms, lost his eyes, fell down and was covered in dust.

No one knew where he was going.

The clear river guides his way,

The moonlight illuminates the darkness for him,

He is like the only pure white jasmine.

Open in the dark night, open in the flames of war, open in people's hope.

A new god appeared, he gently took away the plague and pain, and he decisively ended the war and hatred.No one knew who he was, no one knew what he looked like.People only know that he is dressed in white, with the faint fragrance of jasmine on his body.

He leaves people with a question.

"Since God loves the world, why does the world love the world with distinctions of high and low?"

After that, no one knows where he went.

He fell asleep in the temple and traveled through thousands of years.Waiting for the man on the lithograph to find him.

God destined to be alone?

no, I can not.

Nobody breaks that statement, so let him be the first one.

"My love, please don't come too late. I don't know love and hate, don't know sorrow and joy, and don't read the past, can you please teach me?"

Thousands of years later.

The young man didn't know why he came to this ruins.As if destined.

He slowly stroked the painting on the slate bit by bit.Not a single detail is willing to be ignored.

As if traveling through thousands of years, in a sunny afternoon, in a sea of ​​flowers.A boy smiled at him, like the only pure white jasmine in a sea of ​​colorful flowers.

He heard the boy say "Congratulations, you finally found me!"

There were footsteps in the cave.The young man turned around, among the ruins, in front of the statue, among the stone slabs.He saw the person's face clearly.

Only one person came.

The young man laughed until tears flowed down his face.

He said to the smiling person standing in front of him, "I have a pot of jasmine in my house, but I don't know how to grow it. Can you come and have a look?"

Gently wipe away the wounds all over the body.

They never despair.

The author has something to say: In fact, this article was inspired by the song Jasmine and quoted some lyrics.