Stepping out of the crack and into the subway tunnel, the staggering slowness abates. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info Platoon Commander Zhang patted Chang Ye and said that he would go back to find other people, and let the soldiers left behind in the crack follow him, and the other helped Chang Ye carry his father out of the subway tunnel. Chang Ye wanted to stop him, but he didn't stop him, Platoon Commander Zhang smiled at Chang Ye, turned around and hid in the tunnel. As he walked, Chang Ye thought that the old man's sentence "When he was a child is sand, and when he is in Yin, he returns to the sea" is not in the ancient records of the family, and it seems to be talking about what great changes will occur between the time of the child and the time of Yin? The sand and the sea seem to be the relationship between people and this underground Xuanmen? If Chang Ye realized something, he couldn't help but try to speed up his pace.

After converging the soldiers outside the cave and walking back for about half an hour, Chang Ye met the person sent by the command to pick him up, and he looked at the table, only to find that only eight minutes had passed. And his father was still unconscious, Chang Ye gritted his teeth, handed over his father to the answering personnel, asked them for a new flashlight, and walked to Handong again. When I entered the cave again, the previous sense of stagnation had weakened a lot, and I could already hear the faint sound of wind in the cracks of the cave, the sound of water droplets, and the sound of the soles of my shoes rubbing against the gravel, and the invisible glass cover seemed to be gone. Chang Ye looked at his watch, the hands were stagnant, motionless. Entering the crack, I soon came to the place where my father was found, and further on, the passage widened, and the sound of the water came and gradually became louder, and it sounded like a very wide and rapid underground river. It's ****, Chang Ye thought to himself, the digging of the Haiyan Well for hundreds of years is to stabilize this underground river.

After walking a few hundred meters, we came to the end of the passage. A cliff crossed in front of Chang Ye. The underground river is under this cliff, more than ten zhang deep from the cliff mouth, and the width of the underground river far exceeds Chang Ye's expectations, at least dozens of zhang wide, slowly surging in the dark, it is very spectacular, and there is a stone bridge in the river water, the distance is far away, but it is not very real. Chang Ye used a flashlight to shine around, the third uncle, Platoon Commander Zhang, they must have gone down somewhere. Sure enough, there was a steel bar on the ground more than ten meters away from him, and a rope hung down the cliff with a rope on it.

Just as he was about to walk over, suddenly the sound of the water flow disappeared, and Chang Ye could only hear the sound of his own blood and heartbeat, but this time it was not slowing down, but constantly speeding up, the blood flow was like a galloping and roaring monster, violently hitting the blood vessels, and the heart was like an angry engine, pulling the entire chest cavity to jump out of the shell, the feeling that you were completely out of control of your body was desperate. Chang Ye looked down at his watch, and the three hands were running forward quickly. And my father's deep voice appeared in my ears, as if from the distant sky: life and death, eternity and eternity, turning and stopping, and ending in several poles. There are numbers, there are countless extinctions, there are infinite births, and there are extinctions...... The operation of the brain began to accelerate, countless wonderful ideas popped out of the brain lobes, the questions that could be solved in the past have realized the answers, the details that were ignored before have emerged one by one, and the guidance of every dream before, every flash of chance, is giving life a new revelation. Maybe ten minutes, maybe half an hour, this state of high activity of the mind makes people lose their judgment of time. But what followed was a sharp pain in the head, and the green tendons on the arms burst out, turning from blue to purple, and finally to gray-black.

Chang Ye gritted his teeth, walked to the steel bar that fixed the rope, and raised the flashlight to shine forward. The stone bridge over the underground river below the cliff gradually showed its outline. Several figures lay motionless on the bridge, seeing that the clothes were the third uncle and those warriors, Chang Ye hurriedly pulled the rope and wanted to go down the rope to the edge of the dark river, but he didn't pull it, it seemed that there was something tied at the other end of the rope. Chang Ye hurriedly took a flashlight to shine down, and a figure was dragging the rope with both hands, half-kneeling on the edge of the cliff, much like a platoon leader. Chang Ye shouted twice to Platoon Commander Zhang, and shook it with a flashlight, but at this time, Chang Ye had just entered an abnormal period of exhaustion from the rapid activity stage of physical function and thinking, and the strength of his body slowly disappeared like flowing water, and Chang Ye had to lie on the edge of the cliff.

Platoon Commander Zhang obviously heard Chang Ye's shout, his body trembled, as if he had exhausted all his strength, and raised his head. The Zhang Platoon Commander who entered the tunnel with Chang Ye was only twenty-four or five years old, but at this time his raised face was at least sixty or seventy years old, with deep wrinkles, coarse skin, white beard, and even his back was obviously arched. If it weren't for the conspicuous military uniform, where would Chang Ye recognize him? Platoon Commander Zhang shook his hand hard and made a gesture of pushing outward, the unwillingness and despair in his eyes made Chang Ye almost cry, Platoon Commander Zhang tried his best to raise his right hand, trembling and saluting to the cliff, lowering his head again, holding the rope and no longer moving.

How Chang Ye returned to the ground from Handong, how he discussed with the command to formulate a plan to rebuild Handong, seal the Xuanmen, how the subway was completed and opened to traffic according to the plan, and Chang Ye's subsequent narration, I didn't listen carefully at all, I seemed to be left in that silent underground world. Three days after the subway opened, Chang Ye's father died, and in that turbulent era, although the seventeen people who died or disappeared in Handong were posthumously recognized as martyrs, few people knew the bizarre story behind the simple eulogy. Like the rushing underground river, it is buried deep in the ground forever.

Listening to Chang Ye talk about this past, I will also lose the concept of time, and in my memory, I don't know that it took me a few afternoons to listen to it. I naturally expressed my guess, that is, the Xuanmen is not a door, nor is it two worlds separated by the door, it is more like a vortex of time. Chang Ye's father said that "the son is sand, and the sun returns to the sea" means that every four hours, the vortex will adjust the direction of rotation, when it rotates forward, time and space accelerate, and when it reverses, time goes backwards. When Chang Ye and the others first entered, it was time rewind, and the second time they re-entered, it was time and space acceleration. In the acceleration of time and space, the third uncle failed to get out of the Xuanmen and lost all their lives.

Chang Ye smiled at my inference and nodded, "That's roughly the case, but the Xuanmen is not a vortex that alternates between forward and backward, and backtracking and fast-forward are not time-controlled. It's more like the storage and reading of memories in a person's brain. "What's depositing and reading then?" I was even more confused. "It's the Tao, it's the Tao, it's the Tao, it's the Tao, and it can be time itself, because I've seen time become solid. This answer was completely beyond my comprehension, and I had to be silent and continue to think. "Zhuang Sheng Xiao dreams of butterflies, Zhuang Sheng is a dream, butterflies are dreams, maybe they are all dreams?" At that time, I was sure that I couldn't understand everything Chang Ye said, and it wasn't until seven or eight years later that I watched "Hacker Empire" and understood the essence of the problem that had been bothering me. Perhaps, everything we see is itself a virtual world, and the Tao that the ancients said is CPU, and Xuanmen is USB, right?

At this time, Chang Ye explained to me the meaning of borrowing the door to settle down. To put it simply, in Chang Ye's view, the so-called ghosts are actually the thinking information left by the predecessors, which will be read by people under certain circumstances. And there happens to be a sea eye well next to the Nine Dragons Wall, which can also lead to the Xuanmen. What Chang Ye did was to use his own method to guide the wandering spirits of the Forbidden City that night and enter the Xuanmen, and a month later, re-guide them back, and Duanmen Square had a month's calm. The number is wrong, dozens of spirits have not returned, and some of those who have returned are not from the Forbidden City. At that time, I didn't care about this flash of inspiration, but it was deeply implanted in my memory, waiting for the day when I woke up many years later. As for the story of Fang Mojin, Chang Ye's judgment is generally the same as mine, and he entered the Xuanmen through the Haiyan Well, they were more fortunate that under the guidance of the Tsing Yi Walking Board, they did not enter the Xuanmen Gate, leaving a life, and whether the Tsing Yi Walking Board is the wandering soul of the Duanmen Lost, in the time whirlpool, back to a few years ago, and was knocked down by Fang Touching Jin, this conjecture is too advanced, and Chang Ye can't give an answer. But in the end, he reminded me that Fang Mojin could never have stumbled into the Haiyan Well by mistake, he knew far more than he told me, and he should be more careful with this person in the future.

The crossing of the Hufang Bridge in those days was actually the last few conversations I had with Chang Ye, and I didn't stay long in that tall cultural company. After choking a few mouthfuls of water in the tide of entrepreneurship, he resolutely went to Chongqing in 03 years, and learned the news of Chang Ye's death at the beginning of 05, which was very sentimental. Everything about Xuanmen was also taken away by Chang Ye, and no one mentioned it again.