Codex 2: In the silent morning, the moment you wake up, whose whisper do you hear?

The tyrant did not kill Melos and his friends in the end. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

That's the last thing I've ever seen in that book -- how can a proper tyrant forgive his enemies and his enemies' friends? Why? He killed everyone, including... My own family has been transformed without any process, at least, I don't think this process can be described clearly in this short book of dozens of pages.

Sudden brutality, and sudden repentance.

By my standards, this guy is probably just a failing defective product.

It's not a benevolent emperor, and it's not a cruel king, it's just a lucky person who does what he wants.

For a long time in the past, I have been thinking this way, and even in some time of contemplation, I have unconsciously swapped myself with the characters in the book, thinking... Can I do what they do?

First of all, I myself have ruled out the role of this emperor. Because, I can't do it to the point where he can't do it at the beginning or in the end, so when I think about it, I just arrange the emperor as an NPC model.

For the rest, there are only two characters - Melos and his friends.

Melos, if I were the protagonist, would I be able to do everything he did? The answer - no, from the very beginning when he made the decision to assassinate the tyrant, I was doomed to fail, rather than to fail, so I couldn't fail. However, in the book, they were given the opportunity to realize that the story had to continue, but, as far as I was concerned, I could not have known that this was just a story, and it was very likely that it was reality, and I was not sure if anyone would have arranged for me a chance to live, so at the beginning - either success or the end, of course, if it was really me who was the protagonist of this story, no one would have read this story. Because it's boring.

Melos's friend, Serinutius. If, I go there as a friend.... It's incredible to think about, isn't it? Is there a friend in this city who thinks of me as a friend worth his life? I couldn't help but shake my head, two years later... Probably, I could have forgotten a lot of things, let alone surrendered my life to a tyrant with no credibility for the sake of a so-called friend, because... Even if Melos had met his requirements, there was still a possibility that the king would have two people executed, and that was a good possibility. Therefore, it is impossible for me to do what Serinutius did.

Because, I don't trust anyone but my family, and I don't need anyone to believe in me, and this is the biggest difference between me and this king, but it is also the commonality.

If I were a character in this story, probably... This story only takes two pages to finish, right?

However, the story was written after all, whether it was the book or me, it was continued.

Perhaps, it's just a box that has been stored somewhere for a long time, and it was opened at the time when I was not expecting it, and then, like Pandora's box, something unpredictable will always happen.

Something, like a fantasy, popped up and changed everything, including... My beliefs. Until now, I can't be sure whether what I've been holding on to for more than a decade exists, and that the image that is so clear is gradually blurring in these environments.

On the blank paper, who used the indelible trace of the blade of time to carve beautiful words and pictures one by one? irresponsibly left a mess of works... In the end, everything was blamed on me, and my life was full of troubles and helplessness for a certain period of time in the past.

I hate people who praise youth and make the same mistakes at the same time, just as I hate lies, because they are things that cannot be changed. I hate things that are imposed on me and my own subjective judgments, because they can make people think of some kind of acceptance, and even if it is wrong, it will not be known to most people, and they can only remain silent in a certain sense.

It's good to be alone, that's what I've defined from then to a certain point, even if I can't expect others, but at least I can still look forward to my own way of life, right?

However, the tears that accompanied the flying of the cherry blossoms dripped in the center of the long-stored box, giving the story that was about to end another reason to continue writing, and like the story in the book, there will always be an unpredictable twist at some point.

Dazed, confused, confused and confused.. Even doubts, I've had them.

Because everything was so sudden.

It's too strong.

But... It's all too real to be questioned or escaped.

And it is very strong, and it does not dare to resist and cannot resist.

So, in this irresistible situation, the hand holding the pen slowly, and when about to put down the pen, was held by the other hand, no matter how struggled, no matter how much he resisted, he couldn't break free, of course, it was impossible to put down the pen, so, the story.... Still go on again. Moreover, after a long, long time, it will not stop, the gears of time are turning, and a new story is slowly starting her prelude.

I don't know how the setting of the story was decided, maybe it was someone's wanton behavior

Laughter - it's what I want and love to see the most

Tears - they represent terror, the last thing I want to see, and the one I want to run away from.

Confusion - probably, in order to make the story colorful, the spices in some similar foods that are added around us will always disappear when people are reminiscent, for a short moment.

Evasion - the instinctive reaction to avoid injury does not represent cowardice, but in this story she strongly prescribes a new meaning of the word - evasion even cowardice. So... I really want to be cowardly sometimes...

And so on, as all the work is slowly written down, the amount of paper that is written down slowly begins to increase, even... It became more than Melos's story, but the hand holding the pen didn't feel tired at all, there was always so much story to write and want to write.

"The darkest time has passed, and it has persevered until now, why can't we welcome the dawn happily?"

Slowly, I read the meaning of Melos' run, and in the continuation of the story, the chapters I sorted out gradually gradually understood his friend's approach.

Is it just friends and trust?

Suddenly, a bell rang, and in this quiet morning, her voice came out of the phone at six o'clock in the morning, and unconsciously made me shiver...

[Hey, I hope you're up.I'm going today....]

[Yes yes, it's already up....]

I smiled wryly as I picked up my spirits and buried the book under my pillow.

If I have understood Melos and his friends, then what should the king do?

At six o'clock in the morning on a still cold February day, my musings were interrupted by this helpless phone call, when I was ordered to meet a certain girl. The whispers that came out of the phone, even if I had no energy, could listen to every word, it was very clear and cute.