Frozen Light (3)

The land is vast, and the Windsor Castle on the outskirts is dotted with the light of the stars. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 info Dark clouds began to fill in, blocking the yellow-orange-orange moon. The night turned from hazy to dark, everything became rather gloomy, and the faint lights in the distance gradually disappeared, and many phantoms seemed to float in the sky. The apparitions separated and coalesced, condensed under his eyes, and Stephen shook his head to get rid of all the illusions, but when he looked up and looked closely at the castle, hordes of apparitions descended from the sky, clinging to the castle, and finally drifting away with the wind.

Stephen walked along the winding gravel path to the gates of Windsor Castle, where several bats were awakened and fluttered their wings around the castle. The branches of the trees swayed in the wind, and a sharp sound that had never been heard before rushed into the ears and made people shudder. The sound of footsteps echoed around him, and the walls of the castle were mottled and scattered, as if after many years of vicissitudes. The whole world sleeps, and the earth rises with bizarre fantasies. There was nothing, in the darkness, the light of phosphorus fire was faintly seen. The shadows of the surrounding woods were expanding, there were no homes for half a mile, and the howl of wolves loomed over the cliffs, coming from the opposite hills.

Stephen walked to the castle gate, took the key from his coat pocket, and gently twisted it, and the lock was opened with a 'click'. Stephen pushed the door hard with both hands, creaking...... Squeak ...... The heavy gates move slowly to the sides. Stephen stuck his head out and looked inside, and a dark shadow suddenly rushed towards him, with a pair of dark blue eyes in the darkness. There was a panic, and the terrifying feeling instantly spread throughout his body, and Stephen hurriedly reached out and slapped up and down, trying to get rid of the terrible monster in front of him. The shadow scratched at his face hard, leaving a deep trail of blood immediately. The monster was very large, and Stephen gradually couldn't support it, and at this critical moment, the monster suddenly stopped attacking, flapped its wings and flew to the birch branch high up. The hot, piercing pain upset Stephen, and he looked back to see the monster staring at him from high with a pair of blue eyes. A cold light fell on Stephen's heart, and the monster craned its neck and screamed one after another, and the terrifying sound pierced through the distant night sky.

Stephen held his hand up the stairs, and at the corner of the second staircase stood a samurai with a spear on his shoulder, a red robe draped over his body. The silver armor faintly emitted a crystal light, and it seemed that a cold smile was hidden deep inside the helmet.

Stephen smiled nervously at the samurai, and saw that he had a gem-encrusted scimitar hanging from his waist, with a gold sheath of fine workmanship and the letters A.F.R. on the hilt. Stephen raised his hand to his chin and guessed that the warrior must have been a nobleman, because in the Middle Ages or beyond, armor was a status symbol, and only the king's bodyguard and high-ranking knights could have silver armor. Stephen pointed the lighter to the side and found Leonardo da Vinci's famous painting 'Mona Lisa's Smile' hanging on the wall. Stephen walked up to him, looked at the painting closely, and almost put his entire face on it.

"Nice drawing! The master's true handiwork is indeed worthy of its name! This smile exudes feminine brilliance, with dignified feelings and beautiful postures, which makes people unconsciously fascinated. The perfect combination of the tone of the picture and the characters, and the use of artistic techniques, have reached the point of perfection. It was as if the eyes were magical, my soul had been pulled out, and my whole body seemed to be about to erupt with fire. This flame ignites me, and a desire arises, and it makes people suffer. Stephen said, and couldn't help but lean down and give the Mona Lisa an affectionate kiss.

Stephen slowly raised his head, looked at the Mona Lisa with enthusiastic eyes, and then excitedly raised his hand and shouted, "No one would believe that I would be favored by the Mona Lisa today!" This is the truth of art, and whoever can really do this is the greatest master of painting in the world! ”

Stephen found out that it was a three-foot-tall owl that had attacked him, and he angrily shook his fist and shouted, "Damn owl, it scared me to death!" Can't you just be a little polite? An ignorant fellow, you see, my face is scratched and bleeding from you! Listen, fuck me off now, or I'll make you look good! ”

The owl on the branch stared blankly at Stephen and didn't want to leave.

Stephen then yelled, "Listen to me, if you don't leave I will set this house on fire and turn you into kebabs!" It's your last chance, so take your pick! Fly as far as you can, and don't let me see you again! ”

The owl looked at Stephen suspiciously, and spun around his neck a few times, and let out a long, low, hoarse cry, like the miserable cry of a female ghost. Then spread his wings and leap from the branches, hover a few times over Windsor Castle, and fly towards the opposite hill......

Stephen watched the owl go away, and finally let out a long breath, he turned back and closed the door, and then took a lighter from his jacket pocket and wiped out a faint fire. The firelight kept jumping, and the quaint furnishings faintly caught Stephen's eyes, "It's unimaginable! I felt like I was back in the Middle Ages, everything was like a dream, oh no! They're more real, it's a real world! ”

Stephen walked a winding staircase towards the interior of the castle, where at every corner of the staircase there was an ancient warrior in armor with beautiful Renaissance paintings hanging on the walls. Stephen leaned over to the painting and took a closer look: "It's beautiful! Such a good painting will surely send the soul to heaven! It was like the stars in the sky flowing among the waves, like a magnificent swan swimming soothingly in front of me. ”

Stephen looked at the picture of Jesus in front of him and was full of praise, and the distant feeling gradually converged and dispersed with the throbbing of life, as if it was coming from the painting. The picture is full of spring breeze, and there are silver waves flowing around Jesus, and at this moment I breathe in a rich and fragrant breath, and the feeling of intoxication suddenly hits my heart. The faint light makes the picture even more beautiful, and in the haze, Jesus' clothes are slightly stretched, as if trembling, as if in the wind, as if quietly opening a sweet dream. In front of Jesus, a cherub smiles, flapps her wings, and flies in the free sky with a lantern. The clouds give birth to magical visions, and the enchanting scenery is so beautiful that Jesus seems to whisper to you, and his kind eyes are opposite you. The apostle in the back holds a wind lamp and points to the misty sky, which makes people think about it and forget it. The master's handwriting is vigorous and powerful, so that people's hearts are bathed in it and enjoy the ultimate charm of art.

Stephen pondered for a moment, then shifted his gaze to the armor next to him, which was rusty and his shield and sword dimmed. There is a silver-gray oxide layer on the surface of the armor, which seems to record countless vicissitudes. The helmet had a notch cut by the sword, and the cuirass had a round hole pierced by a spear. Stephen brushed the dust off his armor with his fingers, imagining how heroic its owner had been back then.

"He's definitely not an ordinary person! I can assert that he must have been a knight of King Arthur! The legend of that ancient period, I have seen countless times in my dreams, the ancient castle, and the most beautiful queen lingering around me. With his magical sword, Arthur defeats fierce enemies and evil wizards, and finally brings peace to all the people. It was a great time, with a fiery youth, and the blazing sun appeared in the sky, blooming with dazzling light. Stephen stood there muttering to himself, his eyes filled with divine light.

"That was many years ago, and it's hard to find anymore. The hillside next to the castle collapsed, and the London River flowed inadvertently for many years. In the end, only a few rays of sunlight shone on the ancient battlefield, leaving only the shadows of the woods to shake before your eyes. ”

After Stephen said this, he couldn't help but sigh, turned around and raised the lighter again, and continued upstairs under the guidance of the constantly shaking flames.

The ancient knight in armor seemed to understand Stephen's words, and the glowing red light flickered in the depths of the helmet and then went out in an instant. Blood began to ooze from the tip of the sword, arms lifted slightly upward, and necks twisted from side to side. The right leg took a step, and the arm holding the shield fell, and a deep, faint voice was heard. It was as if the ghosts inside had awakened, and a lifeless shadow loomed over the surroundings. Stephen heard the voice and looked back, and the ancient knight immediately froze there motionless.

"Am I delusional? Just now I heard someone's voice, and it seemed that there were footsteps. Perhaps, there are other people in this empty castle? It can't be, it can't be true! Stephen bit his lip, frowned, and held up the lighter to shine it up, down, left and right. Under the dim light, the objects in the room flickered faintly, and no moving objects could be seen. He glanced at the ancient knight and pulled his collar a little closer to try to keep himself calm, but the terrifying atmosphere kept flashing before his eyes. For the first time in his life, Stephen was terrified on this quiet night, unable to predict what terrible things would happen. The light was scattered in all directions, and he stood on the stairs and paused for a few seconds, carefully observing his surroundings and finding nothing unusual.

Stephen let out a long sigh of relief, then shook his head uneasily, "God be with me!" So that I can escape unforeseen dangers. ”