Wang Junkai in whose landscape are you in?

Chapter 247 [Kayme] The Whale on the Lone Island

Chapter 247 [Kayme] The Whale on the Lone Island (2)

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He and I were on the 201st day when he came here, and a boat came from nowhere, and the people on the boat picked him up.

On the night of the 200th day, he told me that he would come back so that I didn't have to see him off, but he only said one word to me before leaving.

"In any case, you must not go up to that lighthouse."

He stood alone on the deck, the sea wind blowing the hair in front of his forehead kept flying upwards, exposing his smooth forehead, which also made his expression of preoccupation undisguised.Not far ahead, you can already see the continuous coastline and rich seaside cities.Someone behind him came forward, was silent for two seconds, and gently put his hand on his shoulder.

"I didn't expect you to find that island. Did you... see anything there?"

"..." "I saw her, but it's not her. This is exactly what I want to find out when I come back this time."

The status of this seaside city is very unusual, this kingdom takes it as its capital, and this continent is headed by this kingdom.It stands to reason that the center of such supreme power should be located in the confidant of the mainland, but since this power has been rooted in this seaside country for a long time, there must be a reason for it to stand still.

The god who protects the people of this land lives in this sea.

"His Royal Highness is back! His Royal Highness is back!"

As soon as he stepped out of the cabin, the port was already crowded with people. He watched his people expressionlessly raised their hands and shouted loudly, walked forward quickly without looking aside, and boarded the carriage that had already been prepared.For the first time, he doesn't care about royal protocol.Sitting in the carriage, he had only one thought in mind, go faster, go faster.

The huge palace seemed deserted. His great father probably knew that he would rush in so recklessly to find him, so he ordered the servants to retreat in advance, so as not to lose his image as the son of the kingdom.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help sneering from the bottom of his heart. In a flash, the huge crystal door was already in front of him, dazzling but also exuding a cold air, making people unconsciously feel alienated and superior.

He pushed open the door, and his father sat on the altar, smiling majesticly and kindly at him.

"My child, you are back."

"Get off, you don't deserve to sit there."

The gorgeously dressed old king frowned, turned his mouth down, and instantly became serious and frightening.

"I don't recall any part of royal protocol allowing you to speak to me like that."

He clenched his teeth, clenched his hands into fists by his side, his eyes were slightly red, trying to suppress his emotions.

"You sacrificed her to the sea after all."

The old king smiled, and pointed at the altar as if he was trying to lure a child who had just started to contact the world.

"Christine, as the high priest enjoying the supreme glory, has been the person closest to God since she was born. Naturally, she should return to God to serve him. Child, you were wrong from the beginning."

The old king slowly stretched out his arms to him, making a gesture of hugging, with a warm and kind smile.

Anger finally couldn't hold back and rushed out of his throat, and the almost broken roar revealed a trace of despair that he never dared to express.

"It's your fault, it's your fault!"

The king's eyes instantly became gloomy and cold, a huge thunder roared instantly, and a bolt of lightning pierced the night sky outside the altar.In the distance, the waves are rolling.

On the fifth day he left the island, I suddenly started thinking about how he got here in the first place, and why he had never seen anyone else come here before.

On the seventh day, I began to wonder what the black clothes he wore every day looked like.

On the tenth day, I began to wonder where the flowers he planted for me were planted.

I don't understand why my memory is so poor, but I firmly remember the last words he said to me, don't go to the lighthouse.So in the end, I couldn't think of anything about him to think about, so I started thinking about this sentence he left me.

I don't know how long I've been on this island, but I really never had the idea of ​​going to the lighthouse to take a look.I never even thought about why the lighthouse was on for a long time, and what it was for.But now that there is nothing else to think about, I finally start to care about the existence of this lighthouse.

why?Why is there a lighthouse here?why?Why do the lights in the tower last so long? Is there anyone else living there?
why?Why did he say, let me never go to that tower?

Slight footsteps sounded in the kingdom's cold dungeon corridor, and a figure cautiously approached the large room in the deepest part of the dungeon, where their young king was imprisoned.

"Karry, Karry."

He struggled from hunger and sleepiness to look towards the door, the voice sounded like his most loyal friend.

"Jackson?"

"It's me, I'm here to get you out."

He managed to stand up and move to the door, listening to the sound of Jackson struggling to pick the lock.

"How's it going outside?"

"The king has been at the altar, the sea is the same as that day, and the wrath of God can be felt from afar, and the people along the coast are already suffering."

He bowed his head and said in a deep voice, "Unfortunately, this time, no one can save this country."

"Have."

The door slammed open, but the sound of guards running could be heard in the distance.

Jackson hurriedly dragged him out and led him to run outside, stopping at a corner.

"You go first, leave this to me."

Before he could open his mouth, Jackson had already taken the lead with a smile, with a hint of relief and relief in his tone.

"I have been assisting the altar for so many years, how could I not understand this. This time, you are the only one who can save us."

Looking at his friend's expression, he didn't know what to say, but he shook his shoulder vigorously, turned around and walked towards the exit.A question suddenly came from behind, revealing some emotions that had been hidden for a long time.

"You said you saw her on the island, is that true?"

Without looking back, he said "yes" softly.There was a contented sigh behind him, followed by the sound of footsteps, and his friend left one step ahead of him without looking back.

No. On the morning of the 17th day, I finally wanted to understand one thing. I wanted to know why he didn't let me go to the lighthouse. Wouldn't I get the answer by going to the lighthouse?Although I vaguely felt that there was something wrong with this logic, I thought this was the only thing I could do with him, so I made up my mind firmly.

I think this is a big event, so since I decided to go up to the lighthouse in the morning, I started to prepare. This is the first time I have worked hard for one thing.I picked many flowers in the woods around the wooden house, and mixed them with long strips of grass to make a wreath to wear on my head.I also washed my only long white dress, which still had weeds and leaves stuck to it, and it took me a long time to get it off.

I ended up giving myself a shower that took longer than usual.When I stood in the pond, I thought of a word called "pilgrimage", and I smiled and thought that I was going on a pilgrimage.When I came back to my senses, I wondered, when did I recognize such a word, what is a pilgrimage?
After everything was packed, it was already getting dark. I stood under the lighthouse and looked up with my neck up. The white lighthouse towered into the sky, and the lights were visible.

I walked in that tower for a long time, the stairs are very long, one step after another, as if there is no end.Every step is clean and spotless.When I walked about dozens of steps, I kept thinking, how many hours would it take to clean these steps every day?
I don't know how long it took, but I finally stood in front of a door, which was actually a door made of crystal, bright and dazzling but cold.The crystal is very thin, and I can vaguely see the warm yellow halo inside through it.Inexplicably, I was a little afraid to open this door, but it seemed that I was instinctively approaching this warm light source.

The moment I finally pushed the door open, I heard a loud thunder outside the tower, and couldn't help shivering.The scene I saw in the next second made me completely speechless, the source of the warm light, and what was stored under the delicate crystal cover was neither fire nor lamp, but a heart.

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[Phase [-]/Original work: Just in time for flowers to bloom/To be continued]
 The last day of January 2019.
  Congratulations to Brother Gang for being admitted to Berkeley.
  
 
(End of this chapter)

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