482 STOP-2: New Purgatory City: "You Are Poetic, I Am Life"

-Hideka's subconscious-

04：22 AM

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There is only silence.

Endless, boundless, indescribable...... Silence.

The voice said the last sentence, and Hideka took the next sentence, and that's it.

After that, there is no after......

......

Then there was no response, and the voice didn't say, "You're right," or "thank you," or "Why are you helping me?"

......

It's just the silence around it, the silence, the silence, the silence that is even more silent, the bottomless silence......

The silence that can't be grasped, can't see, but swallows all the senses......

Instead of the once faint breath......

Just when Hideka thought it wouldn't appear again, the voice reappeared.

！！！

"Ahh

This time, it appeared with a haggard but pitiful feeling.

"A lifetime of a couple, I think it should be a lifetime of a couple. The voice appeared.

"Huh?" Hideka was a little confused, it was obviously not something she said to herself.

"A lifetime of a couple, half drunk, half awake and half floating. The voice said.

"Oh, there's this one. Xiuxiang judged.

Xiuxiang was confused, what did this voice want to say?

"You said to me, it's a lifetime, a match made in heaven, but you can't be together, the two places are separated. That's the poignant realm of love. The voice spoke slowly, as if it was about to start a love story.

"But I say to you, I don't want to be poignant, I don't know poignant, and I don't want to be poignant. ”

Xiuxiang thought that this person likes to arrange sentences, and she likes to repeat when she speaks. Xiuxiang eats a negative attitude, she believes that repetition is the most useless thing, "From now on, I should quit repetition, not continue to repeat." ”

"I just want to live a lifetime, grow old together, even if I can only live an impermanent life half-drunk and half-awake, I want to be half intoxicated with beautiful fantasies, and half live in the present. "When that voice spoke, it was quite emotional.

"You say, you are poetic, I am life. The voice continued.

"Is this self-descriptory?" Hideka understood, "It seems like she's about to start a memoir." ”

That woman, who was telling a story, was probably telling the story of learning poetry.

"Oh, you're talking about writing poetry. Xiuxiang thought, "Modern people, there are people who like to learn to write poetry, it's really rare, I don't even know how to write limericks." ”

"I don't want to write poetry anymore. The voice said, "I know what you mean. ”

"By your side, it's useless for me to learn anything, you are so good, and I am so ordinary. The voice said.

"So I envy her, I envy her who can do everything well. The voice continued.

"Perhaps, but I'm really envious. The voice seemed to be reciting poetry.

"But she also said that she envied me. The voice said again.

"No!" thought to Hideka, "although these voices are all the same woman's voices, they must be from different periods." ”

Hideka found that among the voices ringing in her ears, it was certain that it was the same person's voice, but there was still a difference in the quality of the voice.

Some are crisp and lively, some are immature and mischievous, some are hoarse and weak, some are shy and low, perhaps this is the voice of the same person in several periods.

"It's okay, maybe she's reminiscing about her life. Xiuxiang thought.

"Could it be?" Hideka thought, "When you are dying, uh, ominous......"

"Oh my God, am I entering the fantasy again?" Hideka thought, "Could it be that I have a split personality?"

Xiuxiang felt that it was not the first time she had been so suspicious, and that she should probably see a psychiatrist, if she could find it.

Xiuxiang thought, "I can't fall into another world again, the gate of the hive is the world in the world, if you enter the door and enter another world, will the difficulty of solving the problem increase another layer? ”

"No, really not!"

With this inexplicable fear, Hideka noticed that there seemed to be a moving object in front of her, and on the blue-black curtain in front of her, there seemed to be something silver, glowing and shining.

"What is this?" said Xiuxiang, "is it some kind of interference? is this something that is going to disturb my mind and make me confused, confused, and hallucinated?"

......

In this silent blank time, Xiuxiang thought a lot, even if it was only a short time, she didn't waste a single trace of Xiuxiang's thoughts, she knew that she was already overthinking.

"There has to be a stop, there has to be an unconditional stop thinking. Hideka said to herself, "1,2,3,4,5,6,7......"

Xiuxiang felt much better.