When I opened my eyes in this world for the first time, I thought I was dreaming.
Regardless of the vulgar plots on the street, if one day it really happened to him, anyone would feel that it was absurd like a dream.
In the dream, there are simple thatched cottages, dim oil lamps, tall and rough men, and a woman crying and complaining about how she gave birth to a loser. It's a pity that I fell asleep and woke up, woke up and slept again, countless days and nights passed, and I still didn't wake up from this nightmare, so I finally accepted this fact and understood that I would never wake up.
Can't wake up, the dream is reality.
I am a realistic person.
Realistic people, since they are alive, always want to live a better life for themselves.
So after that, I was busy all day long, for survival and for the future, while struggling in a difficult environment, I tried my best to search around and plan all kinds of things, just to achieve this simple goal.
However, thanks to doing so, people gradually have a sense of reality of living in the present.
I thought I had accepted, accepted the fact that I was living silently in a corner of history. If history is real, then I am also real. It is only time and space separated from the world of feasting and feasting.
I really already think so.
But now
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Lian Nishang, who is it?
Like most people, at that time, in all kinds of fast-paced life, I was not a very enthusiastic book fan. Although I had various contacts with those stories, I almost had a taste of them, and at most only vaguely read them. Remember one scale and one half claw.
But even so, he will never feel unfamiliar with this name.
Not only does it not feel unfamiliar, it is simply that you have known your name for a long time.
An unreal existence that has long admired the name.
In a daze, he returned to the mountain.
I don't even remember how I got back, or I just followed Master subconsciously.
After all, I am not a child in my heart, so I have made my own decisions over the years, and I rarely want to talk to anyone, and there are many things that I can¡¯t talk to, especially after I joined Master, we are not talkative people, and gradually become A tacit understanding was formed, if I didn't say anything, she wouldn't bother.
But this time, on the way back from the store, she had already sized me up several times, and at this moment she finally called me out, "Xian'er"
When she heard the sound and raised her head, she saw her frowning slightly. Although her expression was the same as usual, there was a clear look of worry in her eyes.
I think I must have a bad face, but I also know that she must have misunderstood it¡ªMaster is a very proud person, he promises everything he says, and does everything he does. She has already expressed her attitude of accepting me as her successor, that's why she has those words of encouragement; and now she has taken in another apprentice, and she is very good-natured. Some stubborn. I also understood her thoughts before, so I always acted sweetly to make her feel at ease, but now when I actually accepted the disciple, I turned pale, and it must have made her think that I still cared in my heart.
How could she know, and how could I tell her? What made me extremely tangled up was just a random name she thought of.
This name brought me back to the dazed state when I was born.
?I can't explain it, I can only smile at her, but fortunately, Master is not a person who pursues the bottom line, she will give me time to think about it by myself.
And that's what I need most right now.
That night, for the first time, I lost sleep.
I turned over, quietly put on my coat, and wanted to take a walk outside the cave, who would have thought that this small movement would alarm the always vigilant that child, she raised her head vigilantly on the bench beside her. , a pair of eyes looked straight at me in the darkness.
I also looked at her silently, although I couldn't see her clearly in the dark.
After a while, I looked away, turned around and walked out of the cave.
The air outside the cave is cool. No matter what the season is, the night in the mountains is always cool. Tonight is also a good night with a bright moon hanging high. The sky is dotted with stars, which seems to be the same as what I saw every night at Orion¡¯s house.
I can't read the stars, but every time I look up at each other, I always feel that my heart is soothed and I get a moment of peace.
Calm is very important, because only calm can you think calmly and rationally.
In the night wind, my mind gradually cleared up, and I began to think, could this be just a random coincidence? The world is so big, onlyThere will be many people with the same name in the corner, so shouldn't people be allowed to have the same name as a character in a book hundreds of years later?
However, another voice deep in my heart asked, how could it be such a coincidence? A coincidence of the name, a coincidence of the rivers and lakes, and even a coincidence of the age¡ªalthough I can hardly remember the story, but now that I recall it, it should also happen to be the troubled times when the eunuchs were in power at the end of the Ming Dynasty. This cognition still remains in my mind middle.
So if If it's not a coincidence, where am I at this moment? Is it true in history? Or in a fictional story?
Looking up, the galaxy is vast. Is it really the same galaxy that I have watched countless times between buildings and wilderness hundreds of years later?
Where is this place, what is this evening.
I used to think I found the answer, but now everything has become blurred again.
Sitting in meditation for a long time, the troubles and confusions are still there, and there is still no answer to everything, but at least, after some sorting out, my thoughts are no longer as complicated as before, so that they become a mess in my heart.
Consciousness recovered, and I finally felt the cold on my body. I pulled my clothes mockingly, and I got up and left.
Returning to the inner cave under the bright moonlit night, the eyes became darker and darker. Based on memory, I groped to the side of the stone couch for rest. I just sat down and was about to take off my shoes and socks, but suddenly felt a line of sight.
I opened my eyes wide, concentrated my eyesight, and finally saw a vague outline, it was still the child, she kept the same posture I had when I went out, she didn't seem to move much, just a pair of bright eyes reflected in the darkness Shimmer, seeing that I noticed her at this moment, yawned a little bored, turned her head and lay down on the bench to continue resting.
?For some reason, my heart moved slightly, and I felt that she seemed to be waiting for me to come back.
After sitting there for an unknown amount of time, I could only smell her shallow breathing in the darkness becoming clearer and clearer. I finally couldn't help it anymore, opened my mouth softly, and tried to call out: "Lian" The last two words stuck in my throat. He went around hesitantly: " Nishang?"
The moment the name was uttered, it didn't feel like it was in a dream, it just felt like it was in a play.
But when she called out, she moved her ears on the other end, but there was no response to the name.
That's right, the name that was just given during the day today, most children would not remember it so quickly, let alone her.
I paused, and called again tentatively: " Lianer?"
This time she turned half of her face to one side, squinting at this side, as if she judged that I was teasing her, wrinkled her little nose in dissatisfaction, and let out a vicious cry of protest from her throat, then turned her head and ignored her .
I pursed my lips and smiled silently.
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Regarding the previous chapter, it was indeed mentioned in the original book of childhood, but it was just skipped in a few lines. I have referred to all the previous settings with traces, and the following childhood is basically all made up by myself. The product of , here is a little mention, lest some guest officials misunderstand the original ¨Aw¨@
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