【SG】 The world of mortals
Salazar Slytherin x Godric Gryffindor
Chapter I: See you at the Apple flower
In July and a half, the weather is fine, the horseshoe clop to the ground, splashing dust, messy floating in the air, purple curtain floating in the wind, its figure is not chaos, put the hand on the head, silver hair quiver, through the car cracks in the sun on the above, sparkling, and the man is still closed in silence.
All of a sudden, the coachman waved his hand and whipped the steed in front of the car and tightened the rope. After a neighing, the passenger in the car slowly opened his eyes, and his pale green eyes flashed through the Yingying shimmer.
The waiter follows him respectfully, and Salazar inspects his territory at a leisurely pace like a king, a pair of white jade tied with a black ribbon on his waist making a crisp sound, dignified and elegant. Mossy green grass, surrounded by a few small flowers of many colours, enveloped the tip of the nose with a faint scent of fragrance, and made him feel good when every step he stepped down brought up a speck of dust.
All his countrymen knelt and kowtowed at the sight of him, but he merely bowed and accepted. The paths in the fields are interwoven, and the sound of chickens and dogs can be heard from village to village. Farmers work hard in the fields. When he was looking around casually, a tree in full bloom on a sloping hillside burst into his eyes. Under the tree, the beige flowers blossomed brightly in the bright sunshine, while the trees were interwoven in a series of dense turns between the piles of green and green, leaving no gap to cover the sky.
Ten miles of light incense, hit the face. Amazed, he noticed that a sun seemed to be hidden in it, and the reflected rays of the sun dazzled the nearby green leaves and white flowers. How could it be that the bright red and passionate colors were so vivid in the plain? He crept up on the fallen flowers and looked through the shadows to see the tree's carefully hidden secret.
A young man with red hair was reclining on one stout branch, with his long legs folded over the other, wearing a white shawl and a red robe embroidered with gold, a white feather fan, and the golden sun jumping on it. The worldly colors seemed to have an otherworldly quality to him, and he was resting his head in his hands and sleeping peacefully. The breath rises and falls, and the hearts of the onlookers are amazed.
For a moment, it was as if the tree man had seen a god, and everything was blurred by the unreal changing light. The spirits in the trees seemed to sense the peeping of mortals. Their red lashes quivered a little, and when they opened they made Salazar's mind flicker even more. His eyes danced like a clean, pure green lake in a deep forest, so bright that they overshadowed all the beauty around them.
Godric saw a silver-haired young man in a red cape and purple trimmed gown of silver and jade looking at him. He was surrounded by purple, still in awe. He was a king of the world. Eyebrow, his charming smile, holding a feather fan and landing.
"Worship the Son of Heaven." He bowed with courtesy. Salazar raised his eyebrows. "How do you know that?" Godric laughed. "No one but the Son of God has the right to wear a silver robe." "You're very clever." "I'm flattered." Godric waved his feather fan casually. Salazar watched him bask in the sun, holding a bunch of withered flowers that looked like tiny lanterns and seemed to smell of milk. "Do you know what flower this is?" Salazar shook his head, and Godric smiled, glistening. "Apple." Then there was a soft flash of white light and the flowers miraculously came back to life. When Godric was satisfied with Salazar's surprised expression, Salazar asked, "Are you a god?" Godric kissed the white petals and said, "No, I am only a wandering fairy."
Godric muttered, "Whatever happens."
And our meeting is fate.