It's a long road. She was confused at first. She didn't know where she should go. She just kept walking on this one-way street. She closed her eyes and opened her eyes again. It was a midsummer night path. It was not cold at all. The warm summer breeze blew away The chill on her body.
Where are you going? she asked herself.
On both sides of the path are bushes of fireflies and stars, which are very beautiful.
She lowered her head, and the deer oil lamp appeared in her hand, with a handle made of tree bark. If Shen Tianhuan could come to the real world with her, he would be an artist too. This thing is very beautiful to look at. It must be very interesting in the bedroom. When any guest sees it, they have to pick it up and praise it.
She was almost reaching the end, thinking that maybe she had gone back, but why could she not see the shadow of the virtual consciousness control room, nor could she see An Shuang, Zhong Xingfeng and the others.
She was dazed, and someone seemed to be crying around her.
The voice is familiar.
"An Shuang, is that you?" She turned around and looked, but there was no sign of An Shuang.
It's strange, the voice is obviously very similar to hers, and it shouldn't be her crying so miserably. She has known her for so many years, and she has never seen her cry loudly. The only time was more than ten years ago, and now they are adults. She hadn't cried in years.
She continued walking, and saw the back of a person far away.
As I got closer, it was a child.
"Who are you and what are you doing here?" she asked the child.
Then he turned around and said nothing.
He is pale, but his eyes contain a warm smile.
"Zhang Ziyang." She ran towards him.
The strange thing is that no matter how close he is to her, she can't get to him.
"Come to me," she said to him.
He just shook his head and said nothing.
Then he waved to her.
"Hey, wait for me!" she said.
Zhang Hanju felt a sense of powerlessness. She wanted to run, but once she started running fast, she began to rise into the sky and go in other directions uncontrollably, drifting away with the wind.
She could only walk to catch up with him.
But in just a blink of an eye, he disappeared.
Zhang Hanju became frustrated, "Am I dreaming?"
There is no time here. She stays in a certain space that freezes time, but she can't go back to where she wants to go.
She tried to open the contact system to contact the people from the Sunrise Project, but after trying for a long time, it was still in vain. "What's going on? Don't you answer me?"
After walking for a long time, she didn't feel tired, just boring.
A voice rang in her ear, "Little girl, are you here?"
Zhang Hanju hummed and looked up again. He was already on the street and saw the old man setting up a stall to tell fortunes.
"Is that you?" she asked.
"Why not me?" he said.
"I told you before that I asked you to change positions and go to the opposite side of the tarot cards, but you didn't give it a try?"
"Oh, little girl, I told you that making money is not my priority."
Zhang Hanju found it funny, "Then you set up a stall to do good deeds?"
"It can be said that it is mainly to save people in the world."
"I didn't realize that you, old sir, have the talent to save all sentient beings."
"You don't understand this. What you see with the naked eye can't compare with what you feel in your heart. If you look at me with your naked eyes, you will naturally think that I am an ordinary person."
Zhang Hanju sighed, "I wanted to go home, but that home has been occupied, so I can only have fun bickering with you here."
"Which family is it? Last time I looked at it for you, you are indifferent to family ties. Logically speaking, parental ties and sibling ties are very weak, almost non-existent. Especially after you become an adult, there will be no kinship."
Zhang Hanju opened his mouth wide, "Hey, did you do any background check or family check for me?"
"Walking around the world, I don't play any fake tricks. I've figured it all out."
"I don't believe you can do anything with your shabby flag."
"I told you last time that you shouldn't stay here for a long time, but you didn't listen, so you can't leave now." He laughed dryly and shook his head.
Zhang Hanju didn't believe him, "I told you a joke, just take it as a joke. In fact, I am not from this world. This world is just a game. As for me, I can go back to my world whenever I want. Go back and I'm free."
He took off his sunglasses and wiped the dust on a tissue, "Young man, you think you are the god of this world, but in fact you are just a prisoner."
Zhang Hanju didn't understand at first, "Why am I a prisoner? I'm free. I can do whatever I want. This false world can't stop me. I have also created part of this world. You may not listen. I understand, but I have to emphasize to you that the flowers and plants in this world do not appear out of thin air. As a member who shapes this world, I am also the hand of God to a certain extent."
He said no, "Have you ever heard that one thought gives rise to all dharmas?"
Zhang Hanju said that he knows, "It means that all forms, desires, thoughts, behaviors and hearts come from thoughts arising from the heart."
"This world is the same. One thought annihilates all conditions, and annihilating thoughts is equivalent to removing all causes and returning to the purity of one's own nature."
Why did he start talking about Buddhism again? Zhang Hanju scratched his forehead and said, "Okay, it's almost time, I have to go."
"Oh? Do you know where you are going?"
"Go back to where I belong."
"I've been here alone for a long time. Please talk to me again." The old man put on his sunglasses, and his aging but not cloudy eyes were no longer visible.
"Okay." She sat back.
"Where did you just talk about?"
Zhang Hanju reminded him, "You said you have returned to purity."
"Do you remember everything I just said?"
"remember."
"That's good." He raised the corners of his lips, "You are a smart boy, I believe you will understand."
"Understand what?"
"Nothing, let's just talk about the origin of the world."
Zhang Hanju surrendered, "I don't know anything about this, I haven't learned any of this."
"Do you think it's possible for consciousness to create the world?" he asked her.
Zhang Hanju thinks this is not a big problem, "This is idealism, it must be wrong."
"Close your eyes."
"Yeah." She closed it.
"What do you see now?"
"I can't see anything."
"Has the world disappeared?"
"It's just that I can't see it. The existence of the world is its existence. It is an objective existence, not my subjective feeling." She did not fall into the trap.
He shook off his landscape fan and said, "Young man, it's still hard to be fooled."
She smiled, "Anyway, your character design is not bad. If I know who wrote you later, I will definitely expand your knowledge base and fill it in with philosophy, so that you know idealism and Materialistic ones."
He chuckled twice, "I'm a science student, and I don't know anything about philosophy or literature."
Zhang Hanju said it was a coincidence, "I am also a science student."
After she finished laughing, he closed his fan and said, "It's time for you to go back."
"Probably, I don't even have a watch, and I don't know how long it has been."
"How long do you think it will be?" he asked her.
"I was gone for a long time, maybe five or six hours."
He chuckled, "Life and death only last a moment, go!"
The closed fan hit Zhang Hanju's head hard.
She felt no pain.
