I don't know if it was because of luck at the time, or because of a strong obsession, I only watched the bank of the 'River of Foreknowledge' for an hour, and I managed to watch the future clip of Wisdom, and I finally saw what Wisdom would look like when he grew up. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

But those clips sent chills down my body, and I saw another unknown side of the intellect, and I saw that the intellect would fall on his doorstep with blood all over his body tomorrow morning.

So I struggled to get up, held on to my stellarity, and didn't let him out all night.

He should be more embarrassed, I heard his voice about to speak and stopped, the mobile phone was called and hung up, hung up and called, as if someone was holding a national congress, and he couldn't open it without intelligence.

But the intellect did not leave after all, he hugged me all night, rested his chin on my head, and told the big and small things of the past in his usual tolerant voice.

When the dawn came, I knew that the calamity of my intellect had passed, and I urged him to go back to sleep.

On the other hand, I discovered the hidden side of the intellect - he was a soldier, or more precisely, a member of some mysterious institution of the state.

Just as I gained the ability to see the future, the intellect also awakened the ability, which sounds a striking resemblance to the cold father who left us.

Compared to the mystery of the future, the intellectual ability is more simple and practical, and it should be something like enhancing the flexibility of the body or the ability to react nervely. I saw him in that future clip in a dense forest with astonishing dexterity dodging the branches and vines that stood in his way, and he was supposed to be on a mission.

But my knowledge of intellect is limited to this, and I am very happy and satisfied when I see the face of intellect when he grows up in the disconnected picture, but I am accidentally deeply attracted by the mystery of the other half, and I always lack resistance to intellect.

I tried again to get more information about the intellect from the River of Foreknowledge, but I failed repeatedly. I've been a lot weaker since the last time I managed to see the future of my intellect, and I guess that's the price of prophesiing to someone close to you, or someone with power.

As mentioned before, I am an addict and have been deeply poisoned.

When I don't know that there is another aspect of intellect that is different from gentleness and tolerance, I can still restrain myself from contemplating the river of prophecy and ignoring everything. But after that night, I was hopeless.

Step by step, I began to move from the shore towards the River of Prophecy, and I felt like a moth, swooping out of the darkness to the unknown light.

People who are addicted to drugs are blind and indomitable, and will never stop until their desires are not satisfied and their loneliness is not filled, and there is no way forward in the world.

I was deeply attracted by the river of light, and in the 'dream' I began to lose my wakefulness, sometimes as if I was really dreaming, vague, I began to be unable to control my thoughts and even actions precisely.

One day, a voice said to me, why resist, it is better to throw yourself into the river of light. And that's exactly what I desired, so I thought it was true.

I walked through the darkness into the light, the water of the river of prophecy almost wetting the upper of my shoes.

But at this moment, a man's voice suddenly burst into my eardrums and woke me up, saying:

"If I were you, I wouldn't have stepped into the river of time."

I followed the sound and looked upstream, and along the dark river of light, a man was squatting on a stone on the bank, clutching a cigarette, taking a shallow puff, and exhaling a large pool of silver smoke with teeth and claws.

It was a slender man, sitting on a stone, stretching like a bow. He was dressed in navy blue, and his expression was gentle and seemed to glow. The head of silver hair was full of broken silver hair, in the windless darkness, wantonly fluttering.

He looked up upstream, I looked up downstream, he was far away from me, and I knew that he was far from me than I could see.

"Who are you?"

I asked him this, and in fact, from his lips I learned for the first time that the true name of the 'River of Prophecy' should be 'The River of Time'.

"My name is Griffith......

Beautiful lady. ”

For someone like me, who lives alone in the dark half of the time, it's a pleasure to meet a living creature that looks like it's of its own kind.

The man put his left hand together with his middle finger and index finger and placed it on the tip of his eyebrows, paying tribute from afar, with clear edges and corners between his eyebrows, he is a handsome person.

"The river of time is a collection of countless times, it flows from eternity to the future, and anyone who tries to set foot in the river of time will be assimilated into a part of time.

This process is called eternal, and I prefer to call it perdition, but you can also understand it as eternal perdition. ”

With this, the man named Griffith finally stood up, and the cigarette butt from the corner of his mouth lit up in the darkness, and then he flicked it into the river. Griffith tilted his head, spreading his hair and exhaling the last puff of bright silver smoke.

"You are very special, you are the one hundred and seventh who has set foot in this river of time as a human being.

But you're too weak, and standing here isn't a good choice.

The River of Time, also known as the River of Eternity or the River of Gorodins, is a river of evil that flows to the underworld, and those who stand on the edge of this river will be tempted and polluted by the river, and finally become infinite sinking.

Beautiful young lady, I must tell you that you are dying, I think you have already felt it...... The power of this evil river is dragging you into the abyss. ”

Griffith was right, I was dying, and I was prepared for that.

But when someone actually delivered the message of death in front of me, it still made me feel powerless and sad. I have nothing to think about the world. But for intellectuality, I can't give up anyway.

Griffith was already crouching by the river at this time, and he bent over to look at the water with a serious expression. Unlike me, he didn't seem to see the future in the river of time, so he exclaimed:

"It's easy to see through fate......

This amazing ability! ”

But the exclamation quickly turned into regret, and he said to himself, "It's a pity that you know too much", and then his voice fell to a low level, and there was no follow-up. But I knew he must be talking about my frequent and unrestrained viewing of future clips.

That was the end of my first conversation with Griffith.

He was a somewhat busy man, and I never saw him again for at least two months after that.

Over the next year, I saw Griffith six times in the realm of the gods, and by the sixth time, I was too weak to lie in my hospital bed and wait for death to come.

That night, I stood on the bed of the river of time, quietly watching the river of light flowing, coming from upstream and going downstream, Griffith was right, this is a bad river, leading people to the underworld.

I stayed in the 'dream world' longer and longer, because I was getting more and more daunted and weak in reality. Wisdom has always held my hand, and even in the realm of the gods, even if there is ink-like darkness around me, I can feel the wetness and warmth in his palm.

Later, I met Griffith again.

At that time, Griffith was still wearing a navy blue shirt and shoes and trousers, and he was a person who was very particular about dressing, with ideas and persistence.

When I met Griffith, he was washing in the river of light, and he looked so focused on enjoying himself that I could tell that he was devoting himself to something he loved......

He calmed his hand with the water of the river of time, Griffith put a large intestine in the river and cleaned it, carefully cleaned the burrs with a small silver knife, and finally took out a heart the size of a fist, washed it, put it in a small silver basin, cut the opening with a slender kitchen knife, and compacted it with the back of the knife.

Griffith churned the heart into minced meat and poured it into the large intestine with spices, forming a string of bright red and plump sausages. I was infected by his monographs, and my eyes were fixed on his movements without moving, and I thought that he must be a person who was passionate about cooking.

After this, I said goodbye to Griffith, and I told him that I was going to die. Griffith wasn't surprised, for this man was much earlier than I realized.

But I don't really want to die, if the intellect is still there, I will have something to love, so I am very sad and regretful.

The pity was carved almost all over my cheeks, and they were as dense as little worms, spreading over every patch of skin, ugly and disgusting.

Griffith looked at me condescendingly, his eyes as deep as a whirlpool in the center of the river of time, he was far upstream, watching the sadness and helplessness downstream, and I saw the frozen expression between his eyebrows, a style that I would never understand.

Then he asked me this:

"Are you really so nostalgic that you are willing to pay any price to survive and stay by his side?"

"Yes." This answer is a multiple-choice question for me, and I never thought of another answer.

"I can keep you alive, but you have to pay the price...... And I must tell you, the price is more severe than you can imagine right now. ”

"As long as I can continue to stay by the side of Zhizhi, I am willing to pay a big price!"

These words are from my heart, and I have no regrets, so my voice is categorical.

Griffith looked at me for a moment, his eyes thick and unwavering, and finally he took one of the three thousand silver hairs, raised it with his open hand, and floated it away.

The silver hair seemed to be riding the wind, coming from upstream. It actively circled my wrist and tied it into knots, the other end of the silver wire swaying in the wind, stretching into the endless distance.

Griffith beckoned in the distance, and then something in my body burst like a bubble, and he spread out, cut off from me, and transported along the silver thread of my wrist into the endless distance.