Chen Yi witnessed with his own eyes that the body named Milus was hacked to death with random swords, and the Greeks who vented their anger specially cut out the eyes and crushed them to pieces.
The soul gradually flew towards the sky. Syracuse, the city where Archimedes was located, gradually turned into tiny dots, together with the outline of the entire island of Sicily, and then even the outline of the Apennine Peninsula, the Italian Peninsula, became difficult to distinguish. Chen Yi did not know his specific No matter how far away from the earth, I only know that I seem to be floating in the starry sky, witnessing the blue planet in front of me, and the rapid revolution of my hometown in the past, and the passage of time has doubled several times.
When the blue planet slowed down, Chen Yi's soul fell rapidly as if it was being pulled by the earth.
The sky and fields are filled with white.
After an unknown amount of time, Chen Yi slowly opened his eyes.
As far as the eye can see, there is desert. Scattered palm trees stand beside mud houses, low flat eaves, straw and wood shacks, and a few native chickens hiding under the shacks to enjoy the cool air.
Next to the rough and low fence, the little boy lay half of his body on it, wearing a flower crown made of leaves on his head, and scattered feed inside.
Looking at him, Chen Yi felt an inexplicable feeling of closeness in his heart.
"Come here..." He wanted to continue shouting, but couldn't call out the boy's name.
Chen Yi lowered his head and saw a horizontal log in front of him. He held a hammer in his hand and wooden nails were scattered on the ground.
"What's wrong, Dad?"
The little boy with a cute face ran over, squatted on the ground with his hands spread out, and looked at Chen Yi with his face in his hands.
"Child, don't play with nails, otherwise, misbehaving children will be nailed in the future." Chen Yi thought for a while and warned with a smile.
"I don't know how." The little boy nodded in confusion.
He nodded for a moment.
Chen Yi suddenly felt that everything was moving at an unimaginable speed, so much so that he couldn't see where he was at all. The stars were moving, and the sky and the earth alternated between day and night in less than half a second. Chen Yi only knew that he was standing in a wide square at some point. .
The boy with the flower crown grew up.
The crown on his head had no leaves, only thorns.
Behind him is the cross.
Chen Yi saw him being nailed to the cross in one fell swoop. The huge rack was in great contrast with his thin body.
Bleed to death.
Hot tears.
Then, the soul left the body, and Chen Yi saw clearly where the body came from.
The land of Canaan.
The entire Palestinian area shrunk rapidly, leaving not many images behind like a passing cloud.
In the starry sky, Chen Yi floated among them, and the blue planet fell into his eyes again.
It was spinning extremely fast, and Chen Yi suddenly realized that it was spinning counterclockwise. Not only it, but also the other planets were spinning counterclockwise.
It didn't take long before the white color filled my eyes again.
Opening his eyes, Chen Yi saw beautiful mountains and rivers, and beautiful bells and whistles.
Wearing a patched tattered robe, an old man sat on a protruding cliff. He looked calm and stared at the sea of clouds in the sky.
Chen Yi didn't know how long he had been sitting there, but he only knew that it had been a long, long time.
Countless times the sky and earth alternated between black and yellow, and he was beaten by the wind and rain many times. In spring, summer, autumn and winter, he was beaten by the mountain wind.
At dusk, the clear sky in early spring, the dark mountains in the distance, and the west-slanting sunset cast a vague shadow on the old man.
Everything I saw was blurry.
Suddenly, he slowly turned around and smiled meaningfully at Chen Yi.
"Road to Road, very Avenue."
Chen Yi thought he was talking to others and looked around.
I am alone in this world.
Looking back again, the old man was gone.
There are still blurry shadows printed on the ground.
The soul climbed rapidly again, Chen Yi watched the blue planet revolve as before.
His eyes were covered with white again.
This time, Chen Yi was an Ottoman soldier and pushed open a small city gate that was not blocked.
Constantinople fell.
Returning to the starry sky again, he waited a moment.
When I opened my eyes, I saw a woman, she was elegant and generous, sitting alone in front of the window lattice.
The oil lamp was dimly lit. She took the ink that Chen Yi had polished and started writing slowly.
On the paper, she wrote three words.
Light source type.
However, during the gap, Chen Yi returned to the starry sky in the blink of an eye, and then arrived at the main hall in the blink of an eye.
His companion, holding a leather scroll in his hand, stood upright in the court hall.
Chen Yi raised his head slightly and looked straight at the black man.
The latter noticed the sight and glanced back.
Tremor.
Chen Yi's whole body was trembling, and her steps were trembling.
It's hard to remember what happened after that. I only remember that he died in the chaos of swords shortly after his companion drew his sword.
...
For a long time, for a long time, for a long time.
Chen Yi doesn’t know how long the historical corridor has been walked, and she doesn’t know how long there is still to go.
One moment he was the priest who witnessed all the idols being smashed, and the other moment he was Shang Yang who was torn apart by a chariot.
One moment he was a Persian at Thermopylae, dying under the sword of a Greek, and another moment he was a Viking setting foot in Scotland, with the Boneless men as his crew.
For a moment, he assassinated the Roman emperor Aurelius, who was the restorer of the world and solved the crisis of the third century.
One is the Egyptian pharaoh who died young and could only sleep in the unfinished pyramid.
For a moment, we were in the rainforest, surrounded by barely clothed indigenous people who knelt down around a huge statue and chanted a string of numbers: 2012.
After a while it was the shepherdess again, quietly listening to the teachings of a monk, who was sitting under the Bodhi tree.
Suddenly, he saw a crown on his head, a scarf hanging down his shoulders, a holy belt, a long white coat, and a priest's robe. He carefully placed the crown on his head and called him the emperor of the Romans without respect. King of the Franks.
.......
He went through the history he knew as if he were just taking a quick look at the flowers.
Chen Yi didn't know how long she would have to go or how much history she would have to go through.
The blue planet is spinning counterclockwise and in the past.
One turn, two turns,
Thousands of spins.
The familiar white covered his eyes.
Chen Yi calmly accepted the sinking of his soul.
a long time.
When he opened his eyes, he saw nothing.
In all directions, immersed in endless and sticky darkness, it is difficult to struggle, unable to struggle.
Chen Yi felt so crowded that it was difficult to let go of her hands and feet.
The darkness seemed like a kind of glue, sticky and squeezing, which made people upset.
Using all his strength, Chen Yi spread his hands and tried to push the darkness.
Suddenly, Chen Yi realized that his legs and hands were slowly separating the place where he was standing from the darkness above his head.
Pitch black, still boundless darkness, without any emotion, absolutely rational darkness.
The word abyss is not an adequate analogy.
The darkness does not contain any impurities, as if there are sticky black holes everywhere, deep and profound, dark and gloomy, with no wind and no movement, only silent and lonely death.
"Why is there no light?"
Originally it was just a subconscious voice.
However, everything,
When the first voice begins.
Thousands of lights came from all directions.
Everything in the world at that moment had never been so brilliant before, and would never be so brilliant again.
When the last words fell,
Darkness dies.
There was no emotion in Chen Yi's heart, no shock that he thought he would have.
Because everything is taken for granted.
Because the past, present, and future are all present.
Waving his hand, thousands of feet of clouds and mist suddenly rose, and thousands of sky-reaching pillars, the throne, and the bronze door fell into view again.
He stared deeply.
In an instant, He knew what he had understood in the past and was about to understand.
The sea of clouds with thousands of pillars trembled slightly and soon subsided.
He dismissed the scene and waited.
There was no sound behind him, but he could sense movement.
Before turning back, He knew that it was the end of the historical corridor, and he knew that he would walk into it.
"What have I learned from history?" He asked himself.
"Nothing has been learned." He answered himself again.
There is no need to absorb it either.
Because it was, it is, it will be forever.
