Two stupid postmodern life

"It's done!" Zhan's eyes, who were staring at the screen, suddenly lit up, and he flew towards the console, pressing his fingers quickly, and Xuan Ye saw a faint light overflowing from the upper end of the hood, slowly following the solid line above. Moved, submerged in a strange brass mirror at the end of the line.

Zhan walked over, took out the small mirror, with a smile blooming on his face, and he yelled at Xuan Ye: "Okay...Okay, Ersha is back."

Xuan Ye and others ran over to stare at the mirror in Zhan's hand, but saw that although the mirror was bright, it couldn't reflect the appearance of the person in front of him at all. Instead, there was a small light, as if a firefly was sealed inside. Hit and bump, but can't fly out no matter what.

"Is this Ersha's soul?" Xuan Ye and Ji Chang asked urgently.

"That's right." Zhan said happily, "Just put this mirror in front of Ersha, and his soul will return to his body. As you can see, there are many bodies here, and you can choose one at will. "

Xuan Ye thought for a while and declined: "Let's use the one in Zhanxi Village. Although it is a little weak now, the soul will recover soon after it returns."

"Whatever you want." Zhan said while carefully handing the mirror to Xuan Ye: "Keep it safe on the way back, this mirror won't break, but if you don't take good care of it, Erduan will suffer a lot in it."

"Okay." Xuan Ye put the bronze mirror into his arms with great care, and looked at Zhan with gratitude: "It's hard to express my gratitude for such a great kindness. If there is any assignment in the future, Xuan Ye will definitely go through fire and water."

Zhan waved his hand: "I don't need to say more. After such a long time, you must have found some information. You know that we know you, and it is enough for me to help you with sincerity. I don't help you for return It's just because you helped us too. So don't say thank you, we don't need these things, and thank you for not asking to the end. After all, there are some things I can say, and some things you still don't know. .”

At this time, Yuji, who was sitting under the hood, moved, and she slowly lifted the hood, looking not sober: "Where... is this place? Are you filming a movie?"

Xuan Ye looked at Zhan, Zhan paused, and responded in time: "I'm sorry, miss, we'll end right away. Are you feeling unwell? We'll send you to the hospital for a checkup."

Ying pushed a wheelchair from nowhere, helped Youji to sit on it, and pushed her to another room. Xuan Ye wanted to follow him to have a look, but Zhan stopped him: "She's fine, after all, it's a little bit difficult to separate the soul. It’s a side effect, but it’s okay. At most, you’ll lose some memory or become confused. You’ll be fine after a few days of rest. After she’s fully recovered, we’ll be responsible for sending her back to her original world. Zhanxi Village, it’s not good for the second fool to stay in the bronze mirror for too long.”

On the return journey, it was Ying who led the way. Zhan heard that there were still some unfinished things that needed to be dealt with, so Xuan Ye and others traveled all the way, and Ying said very little along the way. Several people ran all the way, and soon arrived at the gate of Zhanxi Village.

The village is not big, and you can see the small shed they built at the entrance of the village. It is now noon, and the big pot next to the shed is bubbling with steam, and the aroma floats from afar. Fei Cui is busy cutting and cooking vegetables. On the wooden chair under the shed, Ersha was sitting motionless, and beside him, Zhuzhu was telling a story.

Xuan Ye flew over, and when the few people who stayed behind saw it, they all had expressions of surprise and surprise on their faces. Fei Cui yelled that there was not enough food, so Zhu Zi and Arman hurriedly washed vegetables and chopped meat. Ji Meng and Ji Heng watched Ji Chang Whether he was injured or not, at this moment a man turned around from the end of the village and looked deeply at Xuanyue who was coming.

Xuan Ye didn't care to say goodbye to them, he walked slowly to Er Sha's side, half knelt at Er Sha's feet, took out the already warm bronze mirror in his arms, and held it in front of Er Sha.

The little bright spot that had been running rampant in the mirror suddenly lost its restraint, and rushed out of the bronze mirror with inertia, flying straight towards Ersha in front of him, and disappeared into the air in an instant.

Everything around is quiet.

Fei Cui stopped Arman from chopping the meat, and held Zhu Zi's hand to cover his mouth. He was afraid that he could not help crying for a while. Ji Chang looked through Ji Meng and Ji Heng, and made a gesture of silence to them , staring at Ersha with a good look, Xuanyue pushed away Yage who was walking towards him, and looked at her younger brother nervously.Xuan Ye, who was closest, maintained the posture of kneeling on the ground and standing up on the other knee, looking at the person in front of him as if praying to a god.

At that moment, everyone did not dare to move, did not dare to make a sound, they were waiting, waiting for a miracle to happen.

As if it was just a breath, or as if it had been a thousand years, Ersha's eyes that were in a daze gradually lit up.

Like stars blooming in the dark night, like stars falling from a calm lake, the light gradually shines, flows, and overflows, and a trace of vitality is injected into this weakened body as if it were endless.The pleading in Xuan Ye's eyes turned into heat and smudged, his dry and sore eyes were moist and blurry, and gradually he couldn't see the figure in front of him clearly.

Xuan Ye didn't dare to blink, he felt like he was dreaming, he was afraid that everything in front of him would disappear in the blink of an eye, but he couldn't see the person in front of him clearly if he didn't blink, he wanted to cry, but a sour feeling hit his chest and lungs, it rushed The feeling of passing through the esophagus and spinning in his throat made him unable to cry.He wanted to stand up and hug that person, so that at least he could confirm whether he was dreaming, but his legs and feet were so sore that he couldn't even move.

He didn't know what to do.

The vague figure moved, he stood up unsteadily, as if he was about to leave, Xuan Ye was shocked and finally got rid of the sourness in his throat: "Don't go!"

With the shock caused by the loud shout, tears finally fell from Xuan Ye's eyes. He blinked and stared at the person in front of him with clear pupils: "Second idiot..."

Ersha, who was already clear, didn't want to leave, he just squatted down without moving very quickly, and the two faced each other, eye to eye.

"Why are you crying, I'm back here." Ersha leaned forward, gently kissed the teardrops off Xuan Ye's face, and a murmur disappeared between their intersecting lips.

The people around could hear it clearly, it was clearly a...

fool…

An eagle howled across the sky, and under the blue sky behind it, Shi Ke's wharf ushered in another climax of returning home. Wang Wu, who helped manpower, led a large group of people shouting slogans, and pulled the cargo to various destinations. Customers in the shop.There was still a long queue at the entrance of Xiangxiang Restaurant, and the lobby of the restaurant was crowded with people. Wu Wei and his sister Wu Qin wandered freely among the crowd with their plates in their hands, serving the guests with smiles on their faces;

What used to be a desert has now opened a path, with lush poplar trees planted along the road, caravans traveling to and from Xuanji and Semu no longer have to experience the scorching heat and sand bandits. Ma and Yinma are wearing skewers in the smog, and the smell of cumin mixed with chili permeates the whole alley. Merchants and miners who come and go shout and sing loudly. They drink goat milk and taste meat skewers to relieve mental and physical fatigue. , ready to devote to tomorrow's work with full emotions.

On the other side of the sea, Caifa has finally cured the last case of plague and has recovered from the plague. The whole city is now clean and bright, with few rats appearing. On the newly opened Sangil street, the little Sangil is standing in her house Although he is alone now, he has learned the craft of making bread. With the help of the state, he restarted the operation of the bakery, so that he can live comfortably without worrying about food and clothing.

After seeing off a customer, he looked out boredly through the glass window. In a trance, he seemed to see his parents standing outside the window, smiling and waving goodbye to him. Sangil was startled, and rushed out of the counter and ran outside. .

The sun is burning outside, and the streets are bustling with activity. The sorrow on people's faces has faded, replaced by peace and tranquility, but there is no sign of their parents.

No matter how difficult it is, it will eventually pass, as long as you live, there will be hope after all!

This is what the person who saved him, the whole color hair, told him.

Looking at the clear blue sky, Sangil remembered this sentence for some reason.

The goshawk passed by the corner of his eyes all the time, and flew towards the wider sky in the distance.

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The author has something to say: Postscript: A year has finally come to an end.

Thank you friends who read the text.

This is the article in my mind. I made an outline ten years ago and put it on hold after writing more than 2 words. During the epidemic last year, I had a lot of feelings in my heart, so I used this article to express it and make up for the following plot. .

The writing style is really limited, and the writing is very insufficient. I originally wanted to write about such big things as family and country, but as a result, I started to be petty while writing, and then strayed to love and love.

The older I get, the more I feel that love is really not a must, and the main theme of life is something else.

Countries, wars, history, humanities, philosophy...all of them are not included in this article. It is really limited in ability and cannot be written if I want to.

At this time, I hate my mediocrity.

But when I think about it later, mediocrity is actually quite good, at least I live comfortably and at ease.

Finally, I would like to say that I am glad to be born in this country and in this era.

Thanks China! ! !

People are mediocre, and writing is mediocre, but I still want to write and like to write.

I hope I can keep writing.

Although no one reads it, the text is actually written for myself, and it can be regarded as a trace left by life.

Finally, thank you to the dozens of people who read the article.

See you in the next article, the time may be very short, or it may be very long, just let it go.

In addition, there are many puzzles in the article that are not solved before the end. You may feel that it is very hasty. That is because the puzzles will continue to be extended in another article. Silly, what about a person with amnesia who only has common sense and is sometimes sober and sometimes stupid, because he is incomplete.

The puzzles will be answered in Xingyue Linglong, I hope I can keep writing.