He remembered his parents in that era, and before the age of twenty, he was no doubt so familiar with them, but strangely enough, since he came to this era, he had never seen his father and mother in his dreams, the father who sat at the rosewood desk, wearing sparkling crystalline lenses, full of old English gentlemen, and a professor at a certain university; There is also a mother with an elegant temperament, always a kind of arrogant and melancholy eyes, and a mother who likes Tsarist Russian literature.

Then the fire and the light arose, and the parents sat upright, and were quickly swallowed up and disappeared, and then there was the chaotic palace of Kabila, the frescoes of Mithridates, the footsteps of the Roman soldiers, the screaming palace people, and the angry and beautiful Adiana who pressed on herself, when she was still a girl, with loose chestnut curls, a thin figure, and a petite and soft breasts next to herself. Soon, blood splattered as the bronze axe in her hand fell on her head—and then in the blood-colored petals, he and the plump Potty had selfless copulation on the blanket, all kinds of bizarre and exciting positions, Potty's body was covered in sweat, and the mixed smell went from his nostrils to the door of his head, making his movements even more wild and rude, and her thick black hair was scattered and frantically swaying.

At the pinnacle of pleasure, Lybida became a dove again, flying freely over the black sea, over the barren lands, rivers, and plateaus, and then he flew into the palace shrouded in the starry night, where Adiana was lying lazily on the bed, and he stayed in the crook of her pink arms, from a bird to a cat. Slipped into the silk pajamas of the beautiful princess. Snoring obediently. But soon Adiana rolled over. Crushing him down, it was pitch black, and it kept falling, and with a bang, the door of the Roman city magistrate was pushed open, and Caesar, who was in his thirties but had thinning hair, ran in with a cynical look, followed by half a hundred-man debt collector. Then he ran laughing with Caesar, and went round the town hall with the debt collectors, as if they were playing hide and seek, but soon the group of debt collectors caught them, pressed them to the golden ivory seats, and suddenly drew their sharp daggers, and stabbed Caesar so hard that no matter how much he shouted, to no avail, he suddenly remembered Professor Tyranion's own fist, and used it. Knocked over several people and snatched the dagger from one of them. Then he shouted and stabbed him deep into the waist of one of the fellows who was still committing murder against Caesar, only to be turned back screaming and turned around, only to see Crassus bleeding all over his face.

"It's you!" Li Bida shouted.

"It's you, it's you!" Crassus screamed, clutching the wound on his back, his face contorted.

He shuddered, dropped the dagger, and the crowd gathered around again, and he could only give up Caesar to protect himself, and jumped from the window of the municipal office, but below it was not a stone road at all, but a black rushing river, he struggled and cried in the whirlpool, and a boat with burning lights passed by, and pulled him up, and he touched the other man's hand to express his gratitude, and then he felt that these hands were very, very familiar, and looked up, it was a man in a funeral robe and a wax mask, yes, "My patron, my patron." ”

"Are you alright, my boy Calabis?" The patron with the mask of the dead, his tone was still so gentle, he stroked Li Bida's black hair like a father, "Get out of here, don't come to interfere with my voyage, this voyage is still long, long." Then he pointed to the water, and Li Bida turned his eyes to see that Pompey, wrapped in the cloak of Alexander the Great, was floating on this black river with a pale face, still rushing forward by the tide, and then Claudius, Cato the Younger, and many other dead people, all floating in the black water, among which Claudius also raised his face mischievously, greeted himself, and shouted, "Don't abandon the Temple of the Goddess of Virtue, which is a testimony of our friendship, thank you for always being by my side before I die, giving me the last comfort." , my good friend! ”

Before Li Bida could answer anything, his patron shoved him violently, and Li Bida fell off the deck and tumbled into the dark and dense forest, and countless deer roared and jumped in front of him, and then Queen Helenputina, wearing silver armor, stood opposite on horseback, and the tall Ella accompanied her, Helen Putina looked at him quietly, and then, after the deer herd passed, she uncovered her armor, revealing her big eyes with thick eyelashes, and her red hair fluttered in the wind, and tears flowed out of accident, Staring at Niko's father, "Take care of my daughter, don't let her marry a dignitary, and let Niko live a good and ordinary life." With that, Helenputina dismounted and gently hugged herself, "What's wrong with you?" As soon as the sentence ended, the red moonlight pierced the clouds in the woods and shone in, and Helenputina slowly dissipated in his embrace, dissipating into countless fireflies.

He shouted, tears streaming down his face, and when he saw that Ella was still standing on the other side of the stream, he kept asking what was wrong with Helenputina and how was Niko, and Ella burst out laughing heartily and asked, "Who are you?" ”

As a result, the crows of the entire forest flew up in flocks, and the question "Who are you, who are you" echoed everywhere, and Li Bida also knelt down, "Who am I?" Whose child am I? I'm Calabis, I'm Lipida, I am! As a result, at this time, from the depths of the forest, a light came from the distance, getting closer and closer, Yulia was wearing the rough cloak, the fire reflected her pale yellow hair, and when she got closer, she took Li Bida's hand calmly, "Don't ask yourself such stupid questions, go home with me, the children are waiting for you." ”

Holding his wife's hand, Li Bida suddenly felt a lot more peaceful, and under the guidance of Yulia's firelight, he slowly walked side by side with her, still asking his wife, "What's my name?" ”

"Your name is Liberdaus, the grandson-in-law of the old consul, a descendant of the family of King Numa, and the suzerainty of the family of Amirius." Yulia replied without looking back.

"But"

"Who cares who you are in another world." His wife categorically interrupted his thoughts.

In this way, they slowly walked out of the forest, outside the golden sun paved with Jucora Street, a wave of pigeons fluttered in front of the flower shop, Li Bida looked back, Yulia had disappeared, he heard the cry of the birth of a baby from the upper floor of his apartment, "Leo, it is my son Leo." He just held on to the stairs and walked up step by step with excitement.

When he went up the stairs, under the narrow window, a woman in a white robe stood with a candle in her hand, with her back to him, the turban, the square smock of the virgin, and the Ionian wavy skirt of the virgin. (To be continued......)