Tianshan Yihuan

It was raining that day. Before I went out, I habitually looked at the self-made clock hanging on the wall with the landscape paintings I took as the background. It was exactly ten o'clock in the morning.The party is at [-]:[-] noon, and the location is arranged at Motel Nansong Yujie Store. To be honest, this store didn’t exist ten years ago. A route is set.Because of the accumulated changes in Hangzhou in the past ten years, I can only remember a few main roads vaguely at this time, so I simply prepared to walk to the meeting place.

Holding the black paradise umbrella that has not been used for ten years, a stale breath sprinkled from the top of his head, and after sleeping for ten years, even his brain was slowed down.Walking slowly along the sidewalk, the black asphalt road is full of water marks from passing vehicles, and streams of water criss-cross on the road, forming a large colorless net.At this time, I couldn't help but want to pick up the camera and start shooting, but when I reached out to touch my empty chest, I realized that I hadn't carried a camera with me for a long time.

The colorful umbrellas are held in the hands of passing pedestrians, and the raindrops hit the umbrellas, "da da da".I looked at them in the past blankly, without any sense of belonging, as if the world in front of me was all fiction.Their smiling faces and crying sounds seemed to be blocked by a layer of transparent glass, and when they reached my mind, they had already diminished into a fact of no temperature.I don't know where I should go, and there is a consciousness deep in my heart that reminds me repeatedly that there are still very important things that I haven't done.

I asked what is that?This consciousness is silent.As I was walking, I stopped and stared blankly at the passers-by who were about to pass me by.I stopped abruptly, as if I was out of tune with everything around me. Someone gave me a weird look and immediately looked away, as if seeing something unclean.

Until... "Why don't you go in, Aguan?" A man patted my shoulder vigorously and said.I turned my head stiffly and looked at him, it turned out that it was Fa Xiaojiefenglan.Wearing a gray-brown long windbreaker, he has a natural aristocratic temperament in every gesture. I used to call it a clumsy imitation of other people's aristocratic demeanor, but now it seems that this clumsiness can be removed.Xie Fenglan's family is said to be a well-established business family, and as the current successor of the family, Xie Fenglan's temperament is difficult to think of as extravagant.

I sighed and said, "My head hurts a bit. I don't know what's going on. I'll tell you about it later." With a perennial smile on his lips, Xiefeng Lan grabbed my shoulder and said grinningly: " What is more important than you waking up, everyone gathered here today to celebrate your discharge from the hospital. Be happy, don't put on such a sad face, you haven't aged very much in ten years, look at me," he said, bringing his face closer, Pointing to the fine lines on the corners of his eyes with one hand, "Look, you're all wrinkled?" I was amused by his funny movements, and went straight into the hotel without answering the question.

But I think I still have a smile on my face. Pushing open the European-style solid wood arch of the luxury box on the second floor of the hotel, the noisy and lively atmosphere inside instantly freezes.I'm a little embarrassed, I don't know whether to advance or retreat.Before I could hesitate for a long time, the people behind pushed me into the box directly, and I didn't need to guess to know that it was Jieban Lan.

Many, many people I don't know well, I only have a little impression of them, but that is almost nothing.After unblocking Lan, he walked in the door, and the place immediately returned to a lively look.A man I knew well but couldn't remember his name came towards us with the red wine served at the banquet. He was wearing a black military-style windbreaker, but the collar of a pink shirt was exposed at the neckline.Tall, good looking, to be honest, among the many women I have met, there may not be such exquisite facial features as his.However, I intuitively felt that this person had a very sharp style, and the slanted lower corners of his eyes carried an expression of unconscious contempt.

Xie Fenglan seemed to be very familiar with him, she put her elbow on this man's shoulder naturally, and introduced to me: "My distant cousin, Xie Yuchen, has a net worth of 300 billion." The tone of the last sentence was very frivolous , made me think he was joking.But I didn't see that Xie Yuchen had any reaction to this remark, he just looked at me straight, with a gaze that I didn't understand the meaning of, but during the few seconds of staring at each other, I felt that there seemed to be something in the depths of his eyes. Some kind of crazy emotion.

I stretched out my right hand in embarrassment, and said, "Hi, I'm Guan Gen." But there was no response from this person.A little irritating, especially after a long decade of disconnection from the world.I looked up at the man who made me embarrassed, and found that his eyes were empty now, and he was muttering: "Shouldn't you die?"

This sentence is like a stop button, I just feel like everyone around me is stopped.I, should, be dead?The huge pain, the pain that almost pulled my soul out of my body, came without warning.Why should I die?Am I really meaningless to exist?The scene in the box is like a wet watercolor painting, melting into shocking colorful lines, who will take me out of here, who will save me...

I seem to be abandoned in a lonely corner of the world, no one hears my cries for help, no one.

"Don't be afraid." "I'm here." "You're not alone." "Come back, Wu Xie." Someone said to me from very close to very far away.

The author has something to say: I am really tired today, but I took the time to review Zanghaihua, hoping to help the future development.

☆, wake up time

waking up

"Yohasimimasis..." "bebulema..." There was a buzzing conversation in my ear, the speaker's tone was up and down, but unfortunately I couldn't understand a single sentence.I seem to have returned to the time when I was taking the fourth grade exam in college. Every night I fell asleep listening to English listening in an alien language. When I dreamed, I would always dream of Sadako wearing big red lipstick and entangled me with her long hair. neck, asking me to repeat what I just heard in English.Every time I dream of this place, I will reflexively grab the English textbook I got from somewhere and cover Sadako's face neatly, so I wake up from the dream.I found that the three crazy comrades in the lower berth were smashed in the face with my mobile phone...

This time, I also habitually picked up something around me and directly covered the sound source, expressing my dissatisfaction with being disturbed to sleep.It's just that this action is destined to go bankrupt, and the hand was only halfway through, and it was firmly fixed in mid-air by a person.He barely opened his eyes, but was dazzled by the strong light, and felt that he was being carried on his back, and his left hand was still held by that person.The whole person is bumping up and down, which shows that the road we are walking is very rough.An emergency stop, the person carrying me let go of my left hand, and slowly said: "Since you are awake, get down and walk by yourself." Before my answer came out, I was stillborn. I sat down on the ground.

The bastard turned around and looked down at me, his face was covered with scars and his eyes were silent.The swear words that came to his lips suddenly became unspeakable. This person seemed to be in a very bad mood, very bad.I have no way of knowing the reason for his bad mood, but for some reason, seeing him like this makes me feel bad too. "If we don't get up again, we won't be able to catch up." He turned around, paused while raising his steps, and continued to move forward.At this moment, my mind started to work slowly, thinking of the things that seemed to have happened before, and my mood continued to be dull. "Don't you have anything to explain, Mr. Yang?" I stood up and asked, patting the sand on my pants.Yang Hai stopped, turned around slowly, and said expressionlessly: "I should ask you these words, Wu Xie, don't you feel sorry for others?" I just didn't know this Yang Hai One day, what qualifications does he have to accuse me of being sorry to others?I was angry from the bottom of my heart, and looked at him angrily: "Who are you? How much do you know about me? Why are you sorry for others? May I ask what your stand is to say this to me? Do you know why I did everything? Is it?!" After I finished speaking, I regretted it, he was not in my story, asking an irrelevant person to understand my feelings was too far-fetched, and it was not fair to him.

Yang Hai was silent, and the atmosphere became stiff for a while, I could even feel the patience of clenching his back molars under his calm expression.But I couldn't open my mouth, so I apologized hypocritically at this time.So I had to focus on the environment around us, still in the desert, there were some people in white Turkish gowns driving camels a hundred meters ahead.It must be these people who talked to Yang Hai before.Seeing that I didn't intend to speak at all, Yang Hai sighed and turned around to continue walking.This made me blame myself legally, but it was obvious that this person and that wizard conspired to kill me first, so why should I apologize?

Then again, where did that friendly tribe go?The people in front of us are certainly not from that tribe.In the tribe we went to before, both men and women showed their faces and wore colorful costumes, so it is unlikely that they belong to the same ethnic group.But now, the only person who can answer my question just got mad at me, and I can only guess what happened by myself.

Before, I thought I had traveled to ancient times, but in ancient times, I met that weird wizard again. This wizard made me fall into a real and terrifying dream. In that dream, I became Kangen, but the real me was It was vaguely said to be crazy.All of this is like being in Inception, layer after layer of dreams, and I feel scared in retrospect.But, fortunately, there is Yang Hai, a relatively reliable partner in this dream...

So when I had the cheek to sit on the bench, I really didn't care about the previous problems at all.Just as sure that this foreign rice dumpling will not abandon me, it seems that I am playing a game that may lose everything.If I win, I, Wu Xie, will not have any regrets in my life. If I lose, there will be no worse result than death.

Yang Hai got a little impatient(?) from being entangled by me, so he had to start what happened before that he didn't want to mention.Glancing at my expression, he is still as cold as ice, capable of freezing icicles.

"Wu Xie, if you can feel that you are out of control, you will be able to understand our current situation." Yang Hai walked beside me and said, "Feel carefully, whether everything here is in line with reality." He deeply He took a deep look at me.I am getting more and more confused. If all this does not conform to reality, the subtext is that this is not reality?If it's not reality, where would it be?So many questions popped up, causing my brain to go into overdrive.No, this is not the reaction I should have. If I were normal, I would not complain at the beginning when facing this kind of problem, but would start to analyze it immediately.

So, is there a problem even with myself?My surprised expression was obvious, Yang Hai naturally saw it, but he didn't interrupt my thinking, just quietly waiting for my question. "Where do you think we are?" I looked around, rolling sand dunes, occasional long-rooted plants, camel bells from afar, and foreigners in national costumes.Tried to find out the unreasonable place, unfortunately all in vain.Yang Hai cast his eyes on those people in front, and said, "Wu Xie. You should have read the literature on the 36 countries in the Western Regions." His tone was firm.I replied with some doubts: "That's right, in the first year I opened an antique shop, I checked the customs documents of various ethnic groups because I received a musical instrument from the Western Regions. But what does this have to do with what you said is not in line with reality? "Yang Hai looked at me very seriously and said: "Have you observed the clothes of those people? They are all white long gowns." After listening to his words, I observed carefully for a while and found that it was indeed the case.

I don't need him to tell me what it means when I click here.Most of the national costumes of the Turks are bright and colorful, and few Turks wear white clothes, which is said to be a symbol of bad luck.But these people are wearing the standard style of Turkish clothing in my memory. This shows that I have preconceived ideas. I first made up the Turkish clothing in my mind, but I was prompted by the environment and subconsciously chose the coolest color - white. , as the color of the clothes worn by these people.

After such an analysis, I fell into a kind of panic. This is a world where consciousness determines matter.In layman's terms, this is a world that can be materialized.So, does this ability belong to me alone, or does everyone in this world possess it. "Then what about you? Are you also my imagination, Yang Hai?" I was afraid that he would say yes, then I would really not be able to find my way back.

"That's right, I was imagined by you, but it's not what you imagined." Yang Hai raised his hand and touched my cheekbone with the back of his hand, "I entered this place with the help of the body you created for me." Of the world, Wu Xie, don’t be afraid, I am real. But now my real body is not here.”

My eyes widened, speechless.Why it came out like this?Since when did I enter this false world?Yang Hai seemed to see the question in my heart, and said loosely: "Do you still remember that we took the off-road vehicle of Maimaiti together to come to Jiaohe Ancient City to pick up an ancient artifact that the archaeological team couldn't find? This motive is real. The world." The back of his hand was a little rough, I don't know if it was my imagination or it was real, but when he put his hand down, the back of his hand brushed against the skin of my face, and there was a tingling pain there. "Then we went to that tribe and saw the wizard who hypnotized you. This is another real world, but that world existed more than 1000 years ago." I thought it was a soldier who looked exactly like my brother The leader asked, "What about the Mongols who caught me?" Yang Hai seemed a little surprised that I would ask a topic that had nothing to do with the text when he heard my question, and looked at me meaningfully, saying : "Do you want to know the identity of the official who intends to sacrifice you?"

Don't open your face, I don't want to talk about it, I just wait for him to continue to analyze this experience for me. "That person, do you care about it? Forget it, and then I will talk about your experience in the dream. I didn't participate in that. I can only tell you that this experience may be someone's obsession. As for now, it is very unfortunate. We are not in a world of reason, in other words, a world of ideas."

The author has something to say: A lot of inspiration came out, but the result is that I don’t know how to express it, and I’m so excited~

☆, Extra Story ([-]) ([-])

Extra episode ([-]) The real Sekine

I studied in Wuxi from elementary school to high school, and was admitted to Zhejiang University. I was so obsessed with photography that I gave up the opportunity to continue my postgraduate study. At the age of 21, I started to travel around the world for three years and write long-form travel notes.He was only 24 years old when he got into a car accident, and he was in a vegetative state until his death.

Ten years ago, I met this passionate photographer.At that time, Sekine liked to wear a khaki jacket, with a single-lens reflex camera hanging around his neck forever, with a wide rope tied to the camera, and a red thread interspersed on the black background.The time we have been in contact is not too long. The reason for our acquaintance is that San Kuang, my roommate in college, is his cousin.

In the first half of that year, I had nothing to do with Tu Fuzi.During that time, Comrade San Kuang organized a desert hiking trip for university alumni in Shanshan, Xinjiang.The photographer of this trip is Sekine.One of the things I like to do is to ponder over and over again the things and people I am interested in. It is probably the aftereffect of opening an antique shop.

Guan Gen is a very strange person.Everyone knows his name is Guan Gen, but according to my observation, very few people can really remember the appearance of Guan Gen, which is really a strange thing.I once discussed this topic with him, and he said to me: photographers need to minimize their presence in order to objectively record the purest scenery of nature.

After that, Da Kui died, Yun Cai died, Fatty went to farm, Pan Zi died, Huo Xiangu died, Chen Pi's fourth child died, Chen Wenjin, Huo Ling and Qi Yu disappeared, and Zhang Qiling entered the Bronze Gate.Guan Gen had a car accident here... The third uncle died, Xiao Hua married a rich daughter and had a child, Wu Xie went crazy... Guan Gen came back to life.

I don't know where the time limit God gave me is. Every night when I was wandering in Hangzhou City, I couldn't find where I belonged, and I suddenly realized that I have always been alone all the way. people……

Extra Story ([-])

This story happened nine years ago. If you look at it in chronological order, the story happened in the Spring Festival of the first year after Poker Bottle entered the Bronze Gate.

The first anniversary of the death of a famous actor was also that year. At that time, I was very busy with some trivial matters in Pankou, Changsha.At that time, Xiaohua was still preparing for the company's listing, and Fatty didn't go to Medog, but stayed in Banai to toss about his three-acre land.I was sitting on the bus going to an antique market, and Wang Meng was left to guard his shop in Hangzhou.

The bus was driving a bit in a hurry, and there were a few high school students standing in the aisle, wearing school uniforms and carrying schoolbags.They seemed to be discussing a certain game. A short boy clenched his fist and punched another fat man. Of course, it was just a way for men to bond with brotherhood.I suddenly remembered my school days, the timid middle school boy who blushed when he passed by the window facing the girls in the next class was moving away from me at the speed of light.

At this time, I saw a boy with a very low sense of presence not far from them. The place by the window, everyone around him kept a distance of [-] centimeters from him. It seemed that he was born with a repelling aura. teenager.

I naturally thought of Zhang Qiling who was inside the bronze gate, what was his youth like?Is it the same as the boy in front of me?Of course, it may also be wearing a dark blue gown, quietly walking through the sea of ​​people without a trace.More often, it should be a kind of indifferent compromise, Zhang Qiling is concerned about his own destiny.I heard someone say a very vulgar but very reasonable thing.

Life is all about force, resistance is useless, it is better to enjoy it.Of course, the little brother who was dull and silent all day long in his memories, he just worked hard to find a result to prove that in the long time he was alive, everything he did was meaningful.Even if he could say it, the word meaning itself has no meaning.But it is precisely because I have repeatedly thought about its meaning that I can come to this seemingly inexplicable conclusion.

After getting out of the car, I witnessed this car carrying this group of youthful teenagers away at the station. I don't know if it was a coincidence, but the teenager who had been thinking wandering looked up at me.The look in his eyes was indifferent, but it made me feel extremely moved.If Zhang Qiling could live like a normal person...

The author has something to say: Some uncommon nouns appearing in this article~

[noun note]

1. Jiaohe Ancient City: This city is located on a high platform [-] kilometers away from Turpan City. It was the capital of Cheshiqian Kingdom in ancient times. Now the ancient city site has become a famous tourist attraction.

2. 36 countries in the Western Regions: In 138 B.C. (the third year of Liu Che, Emperor Wu of the Han Dynasty), Zhang Qian was ordered to go to the Western Regions. , Ruoqiang, Loulan, Qiemo, Xiaowan, Ronglu, Mi, Qule, Pishan, Xiye, Puli, Yinai, Shache, Shule, Weitou, Wensu, Yuli, Gumo, Bei Lu, Wutanzi, Beilu Houguo, Shanhuan, Puleipuleihouguo, Xiqimi, Jieguo, Huhu, Shanguo, Cheshiqianguo, Cheshihouguo, Shicheweiduguo, Cheshihouchengguo In addition, there are more than a dozen Western Region countries such as Dawan, Anxi, Da Yuezhi, Kangju, Haohan, Kanjuti, and Wuyishanli.

3. Turks: The ethnic group with the majority of the population in West Asia.Others are distributed in countries and regions such as Greece, Bulgaria, Yugoslavia, Albania and Western Europe.It belongs to the Mediterranean type of Europa race, mixed with Mongolian race components.It uses Turkish, which belongs to the western branch of the Turkic branch of the Altaic language family.The text was written in the Arabic alphabet, but it was switched to the Latin alphabet in 1928.Believe in Islam, mostly Sunni.Turks are descendants of Western Turks. In the 7th century, the Western Turks were destroyed after the Tang Dynasty. Among them, the Seljuks of the Oghuz tribe moved from Central Asia to West Asia and combined with the local Persians.

4. Arab customs: Arabs love white, and many buildings are white in appearance. Nomadic Arabs live in square tents made of wool or canvas.The traditional attire for men is a white turban and a loose white robe.This is because white has a reflective effect on strong sunlight and absorbs less heat.

感谢度娘百科慷慨支援，作者榭洛伊2013年10月19日02:11:36

☆, City of Civic

Civic City

I guess, probably because the world is too crazy and always enjoys playing tricks.If you want to die, I am the one who is being tricked, not one of them.In the past, I always felt that I was living under the pen of an author, and a slight movement of his pen tip could determine my life and death, and now this feeling is even stronger.The truth that cannot be clarified, covered by the snow of history, made me feel very stressed at this time.

The "world of thought" mentioned by Yang Haikou is almost a dream in my perception, but this dream is affected by many external factors, and it is not as pure as our usual dreams.The struggle between the human subconscious and the superficial consciousness is always going on. The subconscious always hopes that everything will be ups and downs, with a tendency to destroy, while the superficial consciousness is trying to maintain human reason and make us truly different from animals.

Therefore, if it is understood in this way, it is precisely because of the pursuit of rationality that human beings can become human beings.Then what kind of thing is materialization? I try to understand it with all I have seen and heard. At first, this ability appeared in Old Itch because of the ancient bronze tree.Assuming that this can be explained by science, first of all, this ability is accepted by the human body, which proves that some mutations have occurred in the human body.These mutations are divided into two categories. One is physiological mutations. For example, Spider-Man is bitten by a mutant spider and becomes a mutant himself.Starting from this idea, the conclusion is that materialization comes from the influence of certain physical conditions. According to our previous experience in the Qinling Mountains, I have reason to speculate that this ability comes from the ancient bronze tree, so it is very likely that the ancient tree exists Some kind of radioactive substance is causing abnormalities in our bodies.The other type is psychological changes. For example, why do believers firmly believe in the existence of God?This is a strong environmental hint. When all the surrounding information points to the same result, people will be subtly affected.So starting from this clue, the conclusion is that a certain environment we have experienced will cause us to have such illusions that are beyond our control.This obviously fits perfectly with my current situation.

However, what is scary is not any of these points. What is scary is that when these two points are combined, a world is woven out of true and false.I remember someone said that language mixed with true and false is the most unbelievable.Can I trust Yang Hai's words?It's really sad for me at this level.

"Boom" There was a dull thunder in the distance, which surprised me.Yang Hai took my hand, held it very hard, and then said to me: "Wu Xie, don't worry about this issue, our challenge has arrived." His voice was very serious, which made me realize that the real danger might come soon. will appear.

At this time, the sky in the Turpan Basin, which has not seen rain all year round, began to gather thick dark clouds, which is the trend of heavy rain.This also confirmed Yang Hai's words from the side, this place is indeed a country of thinking.The storm in my head can be transformed into a real storm in this world. "Is that what you mean? Anything I come up with will come true, in this world." I asked. "...That's right, in theory. But, you have no regrets, once you imagine it, you can't take it back." So, in this world, I can simply construct a stuffy oil bottle, but This kind of thought only stayed in my mind for a second, and was overwhelmed by countless thoughts in an instant.

The him I imagined is not him in essence. What I am looking for is the Zhang Qiling who only represents me, not the him in anyone's imagination.Maybe the problem that Laoyou faced at the time was the same as that of me now, but he chose the former, while I chose the latter.

rainstorm.It seems that in the fairy tales, Buzhou Mountain was broken by Gonggong, a piece of the sky was missing, and raging floods fell from the sky.Tens of thousands of water curtains cut off the line of sight. My only idea now is to find a roof to hide from the rain. In the vast sea of ​​sand, this wish can only be a luxury.Yang Hai didn't seem to care at all, perhaps because his body was fabricated by me, and he couldn't feel the warmth and coldness of the outside world.

But no matter whether you can sense the temperature or not, it is torture. When such a heavy rain falls, it hurts people to death.Yang Hai pulled me and ran towards one direction at high speed, a lot of rainwater flooded into my eyes, I can imagine that my eyes must be coaxing like rabbits now.There is no way, the situation is stronger than others, so I can only follow Yang Hai who seems to know this very well.

I don’t know how long I’ve been running, but the rain is still falling. Even I, a southerner who lives in Hangzhou all the year round, can’t help feeling annoyed.There is wet sand under my feet, stepping on it and slipping three times, if Yang Hai's balance ability is almost against the sky, I might fall all the way to the destination in front of me.

How can I describe it more appropriately?Thousands of miles of dead bones, floating oars in flowing water?The scene in front of me is nothing but a huge mass grave, with scattered corpses, the old ones have already turned into dry bones, and the younger ones have been dried into a sour purple color, but because of the heavy rain, the rotting flesh began to swell. People are stunned.There are also broken clothes scattered on the ground, chariots with disused wheels, arrows stuck in corpses, ground, and shields.Maybe an ancient battlefield?But I can be sure that I have never seen any information about this ancient battlefield.

He turned his head and saw Yang Hai beside him, he was staring at this scene in a daze, probably guessing the reason for what happened here.But then he said something that made me feel even more insecure about our situation.He said, "I seem to have seen this place before." After he finished speaking, he glanced at me with a very serious expression, but then continued, "Maybe our experience is superimposed into this world. And now the first priority is to leave here and return to the world." real world."

The two of us, facing a completely strange world, are like ants who are overwhelmed, trying to shake the elephant.Of course, what Yang Hai and I didn't expect was that the danger in this world has surpassed the real world.When we realize this, even if it is too late to regret, there is nothing we can do.

On a day of pouring rain, trekking through a thicket of bones and a mound of flesh and blood.Surrounded by a companion who was more terrifying than ghosts and gods, I suddenly felt that I would never go out for an outing again. The scene in front of me was really an indelible memory.I am afraid that if one day I figure it out in the future, I will completely give up looking for that person, and when I start a new life that countless people are passionate about, I will accidentally recall that I used to be in all kinds of unimaginable underground palaces and tombs, or in this strange place now. All kinds of places that can be inferred by common sense, so the whole second half of life will live in nightmares.

Thinking about it this way, I feel that I will be insane, and maybe one day I will be sent to a mental hospital as a lunatic.It is said that there is an author who is too obsessed with the world he writes and has problems in this area. I don't want to repeat the same mistakes.Thinking here stopped abruptly, because the sky was fine.

What's more, a magnificent city that I can't describe in words suddenly caught our eyes.This is a city that seems to be floating in mid-air, with a towering platform and a towering city wall as far as I can see with the naked eye.I tried my best to look up at the city in the sky, but because I didn't have other equipment, I could only take a rough look.As for Yang Hai, judging by the average level of these professionals, he is probably the kind of person who can see how many rivets there are on the city gate...

A river that is very wide for a desert area crosses from the platform around it, and the whole terrain is low near us and high away from us.What surprised me the most, apart from the rain stopped, was that there seemed to be living people here.From a distance, I could see boats moored on the river across the river, and I even found a boat driving on the river farther away carrying the strange people in white Turkish shirts that had appeared before.

Yang Hai raised his hand and patted my left shoulder, and whispered: "It seems that we have to find a way to enter the city first." His meaning was very clear, that is, to follow those strange people.So the next thing we did was figure out how to get on one of those boats, and I had to rack my brains to figure out how to get those boats to come.Or do you mean swimming without a boat?This obviously cannot be implemented, why?I'm already exhausted from hunger, and it seems that the basic rules in this world, such as whether people are iron rice or steel, still exist.I have to say that thinking about the problem is also very exhausting. I haven't considered a plan yet, and my brother can't help but let out an embarrassing sound of anger.

On the other hand, Yang Hai still has a calm face, which makes me think that maybe there is nothing in this world or the real world that can affect his mood.Of course, only God can see his mood... It is estimated that General Stomach's empty city plan is so cruel that even the foreign rice dumplings, who have always been sad and joyless, can't stand the magic sound.So, when Yang Hai looked at me with a fierce expression of sympathy, it was the first time in his life that he was ashamed because of eating... Can anyone tell me why the people around me are like this Hunger resistant?Where should I put my imposing middle-aged face? ,

Yang Hai sighed softly, looked across the river and said, "Eat after boarding the boat." I had some difficulty digesting this sentence with the little ATP left in my mind, boarding the boat?Do you have something to eat?Inadvertently glanced at the back of Yang Hai, and found that there was a big outdoor survival backpack there.Wait, how did he bring this thing?Or, is it fictitious?Well, no matter what, I immediately felt relieved to have this bag around.

However, when I saw a half-old passenger boat approaching us from the opposite bank, and a boatman was standing at the stern shaking the boat pendulum, before I could breathe a sigh of relief, I found out that the boatman was in pain. It is a half bone and half body that is no different from ordinary people.

The author has something to say: I’m so happy today, I don’t need to go to meditation class~

So double update ╮(╯▽╰)╭

☆, Datang traveler

Datang traveler

"哗哗" This is the sound made by the river water being brought up by wooden oars.The sound of water splashing was getting closer and closer.I'm not used to pulling at the neckline of the round-neck and narrow-sleeved gown that someone just put on forcibly. I don't know when this kind of clothes were prepared by Yang Zongzi. The interpretation is very chic and handsome, but it is not inconvenient to wear it on the body.Sure enough, I still can't get used to wearing narrow sleeves.

Then look at Yang Hai, who is wearing exactly the same Tang suit as mine, with a black burden on his head, which feels very strange.But he is fine