Du Ze looked at the moon above the lake in the elf kingdom. The huge moon was like a round wheel in the dark sky. As a human from Earth, the full moon always made him think of the Mid-Autumn Festival. However, the time of this world and earth are not the same so Du Ze cannot determine the time of the Mid-Autumn Festival.
Speaking of the Mid-Autumn Festival, in addition to this foodie missing the mooncakes, there was also the legend of Chang’e.
“What are you thinking about?”
He heard a familiar voice from behind him then Du Ze was in Xiu’s arms. The elf kissed Du Ze’s hair.
“A legend.”
“Oh?” The tone of Xiu’s voice showed that he was listening. Du Ze gathered his thoughts and then haltingly began to explain the story of the rabbit on the moon and the Mid-Autumn Festival. In order to explain about the legend of the moon, Du Ze started off by explaining how ten suns rose from Earth and scorched the fields, turning the world into a wasteland. The archer Houyi shot down nine of the ten suns. He replaced some of the elements of the ancient Chinese myth and spoke of Houyi as an Archer God. Then he narrated how Chang’e stole the elixir by saying she stole his godhead and rose to the moon to become a goddess.
After hearing the story, Xiu meditated on it for a moment then held Du Ze: “Did Houyi like Chang’e a lot?”
Du Ze nodded. If Houyi did not not like her, he wouldn’t have gone to the Queen Mother of the West to get two immortality elixirs for himself and Chang’e.
“Why didn’t he pursue her?”
“He can’t pursue her there.” Du Ze did not know how to explain it to Xiu and only said vaguely: “Only gods can enter there and Houyi failed to become a god.”
“Chang’e stayed on the moon forever and Hou Yi finally died?”
“Uh-huh.”
Xiu was silent for a while then summarized the story in his own words: “Really stupid …”
Du Ze also felt that Chang’e shouldn’t have taken both elixirs with her. After all, even if one is immortal, if one is alone then one can only end up forever desolate and lonely in the Moon Palace.
Chang’e probably regrets stealing the elixir and is bitterly lonely every night.
Xiu embraced Du Ze, cradling Du Ze’s head in the hollow of his shoulder. No light penetrated Xiu’s serene and mysterious eyes.
The archer god named Houyi was very stupid.
If you have the strength to slay the suns, why not destroy the moon?
If the two of you can’t be together, then simply pull down that person so that the two of you can be buried together.
Xiu sniffed Du Ze’s fragrance. This person has never changed since they met. Even though he was not an adolescent, he was still a young man and remained that way, as though his time was frozen.
Whether it was Cecil or the story of Houyi, the famous stories were all about the tragedy of time. Every creature in this world will age and eventually die, even the undead will decay and perish after a very long period of time. In the whole world, only a god is truly immortal.
If he fails to become a god, then …
Xiu gently bit Du Ze’s neck and when Du Ze looked up at him in fright, Xiu kissed him on the lips.
“Happy Mid-Autumn Festival.”
Du Ze could only see that Xiu’s eyes were filled with tenderness. He felt the other person’s heat on his lips and closed his eyes. The corners of his mouth curved up in a smile.
“… Happy Mid Autumn Festival.”
