In the deepest part of "here" lies the most entangled "knot".
Zheng Xiu couldn't believe what he saw.
Zheng Xiu has read and listened to several versions of this incomplete ancient book "The Sun Chaser".
It records the legend of the first alien named "Candle".
What is a legend?
The so-called legend is illusory, difficult to distinguish true from false, and has a long history, so it can be called a legend.
A thousand years ago, Zhu chased the "scorching sun", traveled across thousands of mountains and rivers, crossed the desert, and climbed up that mountain.
He chased the "scorching sun" on that mountain.
Two hundred years ago, Xie Luohe, a stranger from birth, chased the footsteps of "Zhu", crossed the Green River, and arrived in the desert with Gongsun Mo. They also arrived there and found traces of Zhu.
Then, Zheng Xiu followed the footsteps of Xie Luohe and Gongsun Mo and arrived at Richan Valley again to seek the truth.
now.
Zheng Xiu entered the [Ancient Battlefield]. Due to his willfulness and Feng Bei's desperation, Zheng Xiu allowed Zheng Haoran to survive, and a huge distortion created a new world line "Red Spot".
In the red dot world, behind the "mirror" under the palace, there is a strange space. Zheng Xiu, like the "Sun Chaser" back then, walked a long "road" and climbed up the "mountain" at the end, arriving at High up, reaching the deepest "knot".
Then.
In that "knot", he saw the "chasing boy" with innocent eyes.
"ridiculous!"
"ridiculous!"
"ridiculous!"
After a moment of astonishment, what followed was unfounded anger and helplessness. Zheng Xiu let out a deep roar and punched the "mirror" with his fists.
Black ripples followed Zheng Xiu's fist and rippled on the mirror. Behind the mirror, the unkempt young man whose face could not be seen clearly had incomparable longing in his innocent eyes among his messy long hair.
Zheng Xiu was stunned.
This knot is not an “artifact” of the past!
Although there was no evidence, Zheng Xiu felt an inexplicable chill run down his spine when he looked at those eyes that were as innocent as a newborn baby.
A thousand years ago, when "Zhu" was still a young man, he saw "Zheng Xiu" through the "scorching sun"!
Zheng Xiu saw Zhu, and Zhu also saw Zheng Xiu!
The boy who was chasing the sun was eager and excited, and he was talking about something. Zheng Xiu tried hard to identify what he said from the shape of his mouth, but soon Zheng Xiu found that he had failed. The boy who is chasing the sun is not saying any words in his mouth. He may not even be able to speak. Like a newborn beast, he only knows the most pure and primitive cry.
Zheng Xiu and Zhu, separated by a thousand years, looked at each other through a seemingly thin barrier, with one side full of passion and the other gradually cold.
After a while.
The desire and excitement on Zhuri's face suddenly disappeared, and he suddenly started crying, pacing back and forth in front of the "scorching sun", sometimes squatting on the ground like a monkey, sometimes scratching his ears and cheeks.
Crying, the young boy smiled.
He grinned.
The smile is as innocent as the warm sun in winter.
The unkempt boy moved his hand closer to the "mirror" little by little.
Zheng Xiu watched this scene quietly.
He couldn't help but conjure up a picture in his mind: the primitive people hundreds of millions of years ago, facing the first ray of fire between heaven and earth, looked forward to it with both expectation and fear when they approached it out of desire for warmth.
The next moment, the whites of the boy's eyes were dyed black.
The originally black pupils lost light.
Freeze-frame scene from "The Sun".
Zheng Xiu witnessed the birth of "Zhu" with his own eyes.
"What he saw in the 'scorching sun' was actually me?"
"Is he contaminated by 'me'?"
"Legend has it that the candle melted because it was too close to the scorching sun."
"absurd!"
"Space-time paradox?"
"Candles don't exist in this world, so this becomes the anchor 'red point', the largest 'knot'?"
"How could such a ridiculous thing happen!"
"That's ridiculous!"
"That's ridiculous……"
"That's ridiculous."
"too……"
Plop.
Zheng Xiu sat slumped on the ground, his eyes blank.
"Anne said that there is a 'knot' here. She kicked me in just to let me see all this with my own eyes and see the existence of these 'knots'."
"But Annie was wrong."
"She's wrong."
"There's more than one knot here, there are many, many, many knots."
"The biggest knot...has no solution."
"I can't create a person out of thin air who never existed."
"Even if I were to play the role of Zhu, I wouldn't be able to travel back a thousand years ago."
"No solution! No solution! No solution!"
"This thing itself is wrong!"
"It's wrong!"
"There can be no 'solution'!"
Zheng Xiu felt sad in his heart, laughed and jumped off the "high mountain".
Boom!
Zheng Xiu hit the ripples.
No pain at all.
He lay in the vast void of space.
This place is not only deprived of the passage of time, deprived of the sun, moon and stars, but even his "death" has become a luxury wish here.
He looked at the strange scene of black light flowing like a waterfall, and kept lying there for an unknown amount of time.
There was silence all around.
Zheng Xiu didn't know how long he had been lying there.
It seems like one day, one night, one summer, one autumn, one year.
Ah...it doesn't matter anymore.
Zheng Xiu closed his eyes.
He recalled every moment since birth.
Zheng Xiu suddenly felt that his existence was ridiculous. Now he couldn't even tell "which period" was his "real past."
Is it "dawn", or "eternal night", or "red spot"?
In which world line is the life he has truly experienced?
When every period of life is within reach, Zheng Xiu feels that even this little remaining "reality" makes him feel confused. He can't tell what is true, what is false, what is the present, what is the past, and what is... future.
"Ah...this is fucking God."
This bizarre experience made Zheng Xiu feel powerless. He was lying under the void at this moment, sighing with the most helplessness.
In the face of the power of nothingness that could play with time and the world, all he could do was observe and live in the moment. That feeling of powerlessness instantly destroyed Zheng Xiu's self-esteem and pride like a flood.
Nothing to be proud of.
Wealth, fame, beauty, and magic are all so insignificant in front of that powerful force that can change the world. Mortals in the world are as humble as ants, and they don't even know that their lives have undergone earth-shaking changes. .
Zheng Xiu sat up and took a deep breath. After such a comparison, Zheng Xiu suddenly felt that he was lucky compared to others. At least he can "observe" the changes happening around him, and he can "observe" gains and losses, right and wrong, honor and disgrace, joy and sorrow. Even if he dies like this, his life will not be in vain.
"call……"
"call……"
"call……"
Zheng Xiu smiled bitterly, and his long breathing made a particularly clear sound in this lonely space.
"Fengbei..."
Zheng Xiu murmured like he was dreaming.
At this time.
The "reason" on his little finger, like an annual ring, shimmered slightly.
I don’t know whether it was “reason” that affected Zheng Xiu or Zheng Xiu’s subconscious actions.
His little finger slightly hooked.
…
The bloody sky was filled with brown ash.
Collapsed high-rise buildings, decaying Ferris wheels, bridges covered with ferocious vines, and roads sunk deep into the ground.
A woman wearing a jet-black feathered coat, her whole body seemed to be wrapped in a layer of black mist, sitting alone on a rusty and crooked iron tower. She looked at the devastated "world" in front of her and the unfamiliar scene. The woman gently took off the crow-like mask on her face.
Under the mask, a fair face was revealed, with no joy or sadness on the exquisite facial features.
Deep in the pupil of her right eye, a twisted wheel of light rotated, exuding an ominous brilliance.
The falling brown mist is like a piece of goose feather snow, getting deeper and deeper.
The woman stared into the distance and stood up from the rusty iron tower.
In the sky, a ferocious "face" suddenly appeared.
The falling dust suddenly froze.
The woman silently put her crow mask back on.
The crow-shaped mask was completely black and covered the face, leaving only a hole for the right eye.
The moment she puts on the mask, the woman seems to become another person.
The dark feathers turned into her wings, flying behind her as she floated into the air.
"Yo? The annoying guy is catching up with me again."
Bo~
Next to the shoulder of the woman suspended in the void, a twisted blood-red light and shadow flashed, and an elegant bat landed lightly on her shoulder.
"It doesn't matter." The woman's voice was cold: "I will fight out."
“啧，你这人，冷冰冰的，怎会有人疼有人爱呢？”女人肩膀上的蝙蝠絮絮叨叨地摇摇头，那晶莹剔透的翅膀卷成爪子的形状挠着耳朵，作出一副欠揍的attitude.
The woman is silent.
In the sky, ferocious monsters rushed down from the clouds.
In fact, they can't even be called "monsters". It was as if someone had cut up the fragments of human, animal, or even plant corpses and pieced them together again to form a new "toy", which exuded an ugly and foul smell.
Bat covered his nose in disgust: "Be more neat."
The woman remained silent.
The bat's head tilted: "Don't you... have an opinion? It doesn't matter. If you have an opinion, speak it out boldly. A great existence cannot be compared to mere humans. There is a saying, the Lord's belly can punt, I I would never blame a small human being."
As he spoke, the bat's wings flicked skillfully, and like a showdown, a crystal clear red stool rotated arrogantly on the tips of its wings.
Countless "monsters" swooped down.
The woman glanced at the "stool." On the "throne" that is only the size of a fingernail, everything that countless existences desire is condensed. She knew that it was something called "authority". As long as she had authority, she would... be able to realize all her wishes.
The woman looked away with difficulty, shook her head, and answered concisely: "Nothing."
"Tsk, you have a nasty personality, so I would say that mere humans are trouble." The little bat flipped its wings, put away its "authority", and continued to pick its ears. It took out a piece of dark red "earwax" from its ear and popped it out.
"Boo~"
The ugly face transformed from the gray mist in the sky faced the "earwax" and disappeared in an instant.
The woman tilted her head in confusion.
The bat's wings were puddled, and he chuckled: "This is not considered a move, it is just throwing away the garbage."
The woman was silent for a moment and said, "Dirty."
Bat became anxious: "You should be more respectful."
The woman is silent.
"Human, you have to be grateful."
The woman nodded: "Thank God."
"Bah! You should be grateful to the great existence in front of you! Don't forget who saved you from the fate of 'erasure'! Do mere humans understand the value of erasure?"
The woman nodded.
Bat covered his forehead in despair: "Ah... what a boring human being, but it's okay, only humans can have the 'desire' to climb to the highest level because of their boring 'persistence'. Hehe hehe... If it’s not...that’s all, hurry up, it stinks so much here.”
The woman takes off her black gloves.
At this time, her little finger involuntarily twitched slightly.
The woman was shocked, and an incredible light appeared in her cold right eye.
Countless hideous and ugly monsters surrounded her.
"Um."
Under the mask, the woman smiled sweetly and clapped her hands.
A huge black hand prints in the sky.
The next second, the world became clear. Apart from her and the bat, there were no other creatures.
"I will keep the 'promise', be the 'signpost', and find what you are looking for."
The woman's mood improved inexplicably.
…
"Yes, missing. Someone told me that missing is an unimaginable 'power'."
…
The woman remembered this sentence.
She finally believes it now.
"why are you laughing?"
Realizing that the woman's mood had improved inexplicably, Bat asked curiously.
"Aren't you... omnipotent?"
"...lazy, and boring."
"Ah."
…
"Um."
Zheng Xiuru, who was lying on the ground and was dying of illness, sat up suddenly and suddenly jumped up.
He looked at his little finger in shock as a bundle of "reason" that was condensed to the extreme but almost invisible to the naked eye, stretched out, all the way to the top of the mountain.
"grass!"
Zheng Xiu climbed back up the mountain.
He regretted jumping down.
Impulse.
It took a lot of effort to climb up the deepest mountain again. In the twisting "scorching sun", the boy chasing the sun could no longer be seen, only a deep nothingness and darkness remained.
Like a fog.
"Reason" stretched into the mirror.
Like a little male dog that had fallen into the water, Zheng Xiu eagerly pulled at the mirror and looked into the distance.
A flickering candlelight faintly emerged inside.
In a very deep place.
It looks like a...light.
A light that guides Zheng Xiu.
…
"It's time to cheer up."
Zheng Xiu ran back and forth on this road, which was full of "knots", several times.
His mood calmed down, and his expression had long lost the shock and confusion when he first came in. No one saw him. The red king's eyes were as bright as a torch and as firm as iron.
"Maybe the orange cat said it wrong."
"What is a 'knot'?"
"Knots cannot be made out of nothing. If a knot can be twisted, there must be a way to loosen it."
"Otherwise, it's another paradox."
"Even if it's a 'dead knot', it can still be cut open with a click of a knife."
"As long as a person is alive, there is a way. There must be a way."
"Unless I die."
"Error, needs to be 'fixed'."
Zheng Xiu murmured to himself, and when he said the word "correction", his chest throbbed inexplicably.
He came to a huge "knot" and reached into it.
…
"don't want!"
call!
It was dark all around, except for a glimmer of light in the east, which was a weak open flame lit in the corner of the room. It swayed slightly in the room and cast the shadow of the candlestick on the paper window.
Zheng Xiu woke up from the bed.
He was covered with a festive "囍" quilt.
The person next to the pillow was breathing steadily, curled up next to him, and the bamboo shoots were white and fragrant.
Zheng Xiu looked down at the sleeping Yue Linglong's profile and fell into deep thought.
…
Late at night, Zheng Xiu was writing at his desk and dropped a line.
[Tianjing's second year, March 10th, newlywed. 】
【I'm back. 】
…
After writing just one sentence, Zheng Xiu tore up the paper and lit it on the candlestick. He calmly looked at the page of "diary" and lit it into ashes.
