What is Cairo like?

This city may be the most representative of Egypt in the eyes of the public: countless gold and buildings shining like gold, countless towers and religious buildings standing upright on the yellow sand, gorgeous tulle and jingling bells on women's bodies

The loud jewelry, the overly bright sunshine and the clear blue sky echo each other.

There are no traffic lights here - which makes Kitahara and Kaede a little uncomfortable; there are a group of thieves who seem a little cunning and people who can rob the road; there are brightly colored papyrus paintings and Egypt's famous essence; there is the sun sinking into the waves.

The Nile River; countless lights light up on the other side of the river at night, making people feel like they are standing at the head of the Huangpu River in Shanghai for a moment.

"Did you know that Egyptian men can marry four women at the same time. But the price is that they usually have to work two jobs at the same time to support a large family. It's interesting, right?"

The alchemist sat on the railing of the ship, bent his eyes and said with a smile, but his tone was very sarcastic and cold, which is characteristic of the alchemist. Kitahara and Feng had no choice but to raise their heads and look at him.

"It's just religion."

Kitahara and Kaede leaned against the railing and answered in a no-nonsense manner. Then they looked up at the dark night sky in Cairo and asked in a casual and indulgent tone: "But do you still plan to blow the cold wind here? It's still a bit cold by the Nile River.

of."

Phillips raised his head, and the angle of his body looked like he was about to fall to the board of the ship in the next second, but he had a nonchalant smile on his face, and his black coat with a cloak was tossed in the wind.

Sound.

His falcon flies in the sky, blending with the colorful and blurry light spots of the city, as if it is soaring in the nebula.

"I don't care. And after you go in, you'll probably just watch the people inside doing Sufi dancing and belly dancing... You don't want to watch those little girls dancing with their bellies exposed, do you?"

The alchemist gave a very short laugh, facing the Nile water, his legs hanging casually outside the railing, pretending to support his chin with his hands, and his tone was elongated like the long history of the city of Cairo:

"But I have to say that they are indeed beautiful and cute, and they are enthusiastic and lively. In short-"

"So, could you give your friend a little more confidence, Mr. Phillips?"

Beihara and Feng sighed, interrupted the alchemist's words, and helplessly looked at the other person's figure sitting on the railing:

"Do I think I can leave you and go to a banquet on a cruise ship alone? If I leave, maybe you will fall directly into the Nile... You don't seem to be in a good mood today."

"..."

Phillips was silent for a few seconds, and finally turned his head, puffed out his cheeks slightly, gave up the idea of ​​concealing it, and said reluctantly: "I lost the argument because of the quarrel with the mummy."

"?" Beihara and Feng blinked, as if they were trying to imagine what it would be like when the alchemist and the mummy were quarreling, and finally nodded seriously.

"That's pretty awesome."

The traveler coughed, hiding the teasing smile in his eyes, and sighed sincerely: "I originally thought you were about to become a master at satirizing people."

He didn't think there was anything absurd, unreasonable or funny about "quarreling with a mummy and losing", but regarded it as an ordinary thing in life.

The tone of voice was also relaxed and calm, as if talking about what to eat for supper today.

"So I feel that losing the argument is definitely not my fault, it must be the fault of the whole world. It is really embarrassing and a hindrance!"

The alchemist also complained naturally, then turned his head to look at Beihara and Feng, blinked thoughtfully, and then suddenly let go of his hand, letting his body move backward, downward, towards the void.

The air falls.

——There was a brief feeling of weightlessness, and behind it seemed to be a void that could not be gazed with eyes, and below it was the realm of the abyss, rendering a horror completely composed of the unknown.

It has nothing to do with trust or not. This is the human instinct to resist such dangerous actions. The heart subconsciously repeats the expansion and contraction rapidly, and the brain almost uncontrollably depicts all kinds of things that are not caught.

Terrible consequences.

Still, Phillips let go.

He even opened his arms and smiled, feeling the feeling of falling at this moment, and the feeling of being held tightly by someone halfway after a brief weightlessness, and the warmth of the entity.

The alchemist tilted his head a little willfully, smiled brightly at the traveler, and narrowed his eyes slightly, as if there were blurry and confusing city lights inside.

In the night, his eyes looked brighter than the city outlined by neon lights on the Nile River.

Beihara and Feng looked at the person they were holding tightly, stretched out their hands to ruffle each other's hair, then exhaled and leaned their faces against each other: "So can you say something in advance next time? I almost didn't hug him

."

"No - it's impossible not to be able to hold him anyway. After all, Beihara is the kind of person who can catch his friends no matter what. I bet your other friends have actually tried this."

Phillips turned his head away and hummed proudly, as if he was deliberately showing off his friends, and then the topic suddenly jumped: "From this perspective, I definitely won."

Well, did you beat that mummy?

Kitahara and Kaede reacted quickly and couldn't help but laugh. They felt that the other party was as competitive as a proud eagle in this aspect - but Phillips was indeed very much like an eagle.

He looks a bit dangerous in appearance, has a bit of a bad personality, is keen and sharp in his observation of the surroundings, and has the arrogance of being accustomed to flying high in the sky.

But if you really want to get along, one day you will find that this guy's personality is actually similar to that of a relative like an owl. He will blow up the hair on his neck in anger, tilt his head innocently, and his round eyes are somewhat dull.

Cute and cute colors.

He even makes a "coo" noise occasionally.

Beihara and Feng suppressed the smiles on their lips, and then asked in a somewhat comforting manner: "So you don't lose in the end, right?"

"To be precise, I won! I won!"

The alchemist emphasized.

At this time, he had regained his fighting spirit, and seemed to want to go back and talk to the unknown Mr. Mummy about the new ideas that came to his mind.

But in the end, like a salted fish, he hung himself lazily on Beiyuan and Feng's body, squinted his eyes and yawned.

"But I'll stay here with you." He muttered, "According to my general observation, people tend to feel lonelier when it is more lively... because the excitement is also the excitement of others."

But the worst thing about human beings is that even if they are lonely to the point of being at a loss, they will still subconsciously sit far away from the crowd if they have a choice.

Kitahara and Kaede looked at Phillips's eyes, which were narrowed due to sleepiness, and seemed stunned for a moment, but in the end they smiled slightly and reached out to hug each other.

"Okay." He said softly.

——The traveler did not reveal who was lonely.

But perhaps everyone living in this world is more or less lonely.

Kitahara and Kaede raised their heads and looked at the scenery outside the cruise ship. The towering buildings on the other side of the Nile River were towering, with strange and unique modern postures. The simple lines looked like pyramids that had been forcibly pulled by liquefaction into various shapes.

They hide in the dark night, like giant beasts lying in the mountains, breathing calmly and slowly. The outlines of their huge bodies are outlined by golden, red, and green lights. They are as elegant and gorgeous as a mythical city.

.

The rest of the boats on the Nile cannot be seen in real form. We can only see three golden-red lines swimming in the river, a bit like snakes. In short, they are as beautiful as their reflections in the sparkling light.

There are songs floating in the evening breeze, and the melodious tune has the beauty of simplicity and gorgeousness, just like the natural and healthy body of an Arab woman that seems to have been born in the desert, and the brilliant and exquisite accessories on her body - the collision of nature and man-made, there is

The natural charm is brought out and spreads in every corner of this civilization.

Kitahara and Kaede knew that this was the music spreading from the ship: a violin was being played inside, perhaps an electronic keyboard and lively drums. The singing woman's voice was clear and beautiful,

It doesn’t feel like a desert, but rather like the rippling Nile River:

“La-la-la-la, la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la

The moon hangs in the blue sky

The Nile River is rippling

Underneath the coconut trees swaying in the evening breeze

The working people are singing."

“La la la la la, la la la la la

Blow your lovely Arago

Ring the tambourine again..."

The alchemist has not spoken for a long time.

Beiyuan and Feng listened for a while, then lowered their heads and looked at the alchemist who had curled up in his arms and seemed to have fallen asleep. His orange-gold eyes seemed to have the same soft color as the Nile.

"Asleep." He seemed to laugh, touched the other person's forehead with his hand, whispered, then hugged the other person and sat in the corner of the ship's deck, untied his scarf, and wrapped it around

On the opponent's neck.

It's like staying warm in the desert.

Kitahara and Feng knew that it was almost time for them to separate, so they spent more time with each other, even if all they could do was to be by each other's side, quietly watching the dark night in the evening breeze.

But doing so would at least prevent the man from catching cold on the deck: even though the alchemist might not care about these minor human problems at all.

Phillips unconsciously leaned on the traveler's side and dreamed, trustingly placing most of his weight on this man.

He had a vague dream.

He dreamed that he was chatting with a mummy - in short, a corpse wrapped in bandages. They talked about the current era of mankind and the development of science and technology.

"It's too bad." The mummy said, "You know, when I woke up, I was shocked: people in this country are not even living as well as we did back then."

"Ha, I've seen through your tricks."

However, the alchemist just sneered in his dream and put on a condescending look: "But I still have to be busy with people, so I plan to use something you can't refute to oppose your backward delusions.

."

"What?" asked the mummy.
To be continued...