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Chapter 23 2. The Separation and Ascension of Spirit and Body

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    eighty seven

    Infected by his own voice, Luo Zi narrowed his eyes slightly, as if he was in a time tunnel, listening to his own voice in the distance.  For a moment, he really thought that he had left this place and reached the universe, or the other side, or eternity, in short, it was the place beyond the present, beyond the ordinary, and even beyond the physical body.

    Ah Kao called him softly, but he couldn't hear him.  A-Kuo sat down on the bench next to him, waiting for him.

    Akao is too familiar with his situation. This kind of artist's soul is out of the body, which is as holy as a monk's meditation and should not be disturbed.  He could only wait for him, for his soul, inspiration, and for them to return to his body.

    Luo Zi squinted his eyes, and he saw a place, on the grass not far from him, a solitary chair was basking in the sun.  An old man sat peacefully on that chair.  What he saw was the profile of the old man.  The old man is tall and tall, with a rosy complexion and a big and straight nose.  It seems that he should be of European race, and, after being exposed to the sun, he looks very healthy.

    For a moment, the old man added new hallucinations to Luo Zi's hallucinations, so that he could no longer judge whether this was the old man in recovery who lived in the same ward as him.  It seems that not long ago, the old man looked at them intently with a somewhat melancholy and quiet expression.

    Luo Zi was really seized by the hallucination.  He couldn't find Ah Kao (in fact, Ah Kao was not far behind him, sending text messages non-stop), he guessed where Ah Kao was behind him, but he couldn't turn around, couldn't turn his head, his body couldn't move anymore.  Follow his will.

    He really felt that his soul was separated from his body.

    In the first half of his long and short life, this time when the soul and the body were separated was extremely rare. Often when the soul was ascending, it also led his body to soar with passion

    "Akau?"

    He called softly.

    In fact, he didn't scream, it was his soul that screamed, and the sound made by the soul can only be heard by the soul, and people in the real world cannot hear it.  He heard it himself, but he knew his body had nothing to do with the sound¡ªhis lips didn't move, his tongue didn't breathe, his throat didn't tremble.  His body didn't make any sound.

    It is his soul that speaks: "Akau, have you noticed? That old man, where did he come from? Why is he, quietly, sitting in the sun? The sun has him and us, and the back garden of this hospital  , separated from today, from everything except the sun. How did he do it?"

    He rested, listening to Ah Kao's response.

    But there was no sound in the air.

    "Akau," his soul continued to speak, "Why do I feel that the old man is me? It's not me now, but maybe it's me in the past Maybe it's me in the future Isn't it? We are in  Now, without knowing it, we have been abandoned long ago. And the past and the future are doing their own communication where they think it is appropriate. Haha! I see, whether it is the past or the future, they are negotiating and communicating,  They are trading. As for why they are trading, I think it is not a guess at all - for me, of course. For, for the past, it has only me, and for the future, it has only me. I am their only focus, is  The meaning of them all. Akau, have you heard? You can¡¯t hear, but I heard. The future is blaming the past, because the past doesn¡¯t want to hand me over completely. At the same time, he also thinks that it¡¯s because of the past, so,  I am not good enough, only it, the future, it can make me better and take me to the ideal realm. But, how do you say it in the past? The past said: You are so eager to take him away, you are too utilitarian and abrupt.  He's already fine, you can't make him better. Instead, you'll just make him worse - because, you'll turn him into an old man with no hormones, sagging and wrinkled skin, and teeth falling out  , osteoporotic, stiff joints, withered brains. What a terrible future that is!"

    Like a dramatic performance, Roz had a long conversation about himself, his life and future during the time when his soul was out of his body, until the phone rang and woke him up.

    The ringtone of Luo Zi's cell phone was set by the hospital nurse for him. The ringtone for incoming calls is "air" and the ringtone for text messages is "heart palpitations". He likes both ringtones very much.  Over time, when the "air" rang, he seemed to feel the electric currents dancing in the void above his head; and when the "palpitations" vibrated, he always felt uneasy.  In fact, he'd been waiting, restless, waiting for her to write back after he'd sent a text to Joan.  From this point of view, he in love will always be just a teenager.

    A Kou also found that the expression??I shouldn't, after all, I'm someone else's employee.  However, I have to tell you that I am actually a Chinese, just living in Singapore.  "

    Luo Zi smiled: "I guess, you are going to betray your boss."

    "Not all of them." The old man said sincerely, "I was just thinking that too many talents have flowed out of China. You must know that the future struggle for national power is not about arms or exchange rates, but about talents, and talents are the biggest.  national strength."

    "Are you going to persuade me not to apply for the Rockefeller Company, let alone accept their funding and the various conditions that come with it?"

    "To be honest, I am very conflicted, really. On the one hand, the company can continue to tap great artists like you, and soon can achieve its development goal: to become a world cultural giant. On the other hand, as a Chinese who loves Chinese culture deeply  , I listened to your conversation with the reporter, and I respect you, really, Mr. Luo Zi, I admire you very much, and at the same time I respect you!"

    Luo Zi didn't think much, went back to the ward to get a small CD player, put the disc in it

    "Silk Road" is one of Kitaro's collections, including "Silkrod Fantasy", "Eternal Road", "Mysterious Naru Sand Dance", "Tianshan", "Empty Cloud", "Dunhuang ¤«¥±¤ÎÏ뤤"  , "aqua unlimited water" and so on.

    The old man said: "Originally, art knows no borders, such as the Japanese guy Kitaro"

    "Yes, this Japanese guy is good. If you are just an audiophile, you will think that he can play synthesizers, and Yanni is more famous than him. But it is not the case. Kitaro's music has the spirit of oriental culture. His music  There are religions, Eastern, Chinese. I need this kind of music."

    Seeing Luo Zi immersed in the music, the old man quietly turned and left.

    At this stage, right now, Luo Zi really needs such a thing.

    Music is easy to wake up some experiences and scenes settled in the soul.  Some scenes of rural life would appear before his eyes from time to time.  In the countryside, in such a season, how clear and peaceful it is, the noon is always long and peaceful.  When he was young, he always watched tirelessly, watching everything happen and disappear

    Flowing clouds and flowing water, loneliness and emptiness, every tiny sound of nature, infinite fantasy, transparency and lightness like the remnant snow that dies in the morning of spring, dissolves itself and then rises (Remember this site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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