Those long, nihilistic pictures, like broken mirrors, fell apart in front of Ling Sichen's eyes. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

An endless corridor appeared at his feet, and he scanned the scattered mirrors around him, each reflecting his past, those familiar, profound, or forgotten memories.

From the very beginning of those, until now. Ling Sichen walked slowly, looking at the pictures in these mirrors, there was a feeling of reliving life, looking at himself as a bystander, it was really strange.

Every look, every picture, every memory, passing through the mind, is like a second experience. Nostalgic for the good things of the past, but he also relived those sorrows, but he was just a bystander at this time and couldn't change anything.

The child in front of him kept growing up until he was exactly the same as him at this time.

"How does it feel to see yourself from that perspective?" The man's voice came from all around.

Ling Sichen felt very subtle, like an audience, watching his performance.

"It's weird, it turns out that I did a lot of stupid things back then, and I always love to feel sorry for myself." Ling Sichen smiled silently and laughed at himself, "I feel like I was a poet back then." ”

"No one is satisfied with their past, there is always a little bit of a flaw." The man said.

"What is this, my memory exhibition?" Ling Sichen suddenly realized something, and hugged himself, like a girl out of the bath who was being peeped at, "Fuck, you voyeur, don't all my memories have been shown to you!" ”

"That's not all I see." The man's voice paused, "This is the place that carries your memories, also known as the Corridor of Memories. ”

"A... Gray wolf? Ling Sichen muttered quietly.

Ling Sichen continued to walk forward, he was too focused on the picture in front of him, but he ignored where he was, there was such a short fork, the end of the fork was dark, the mirror there reflected those vague memories, a white figure, so eye-catching...

All the images ended in front of me, synchronized until the moment the heavy rain fell, all memories stopped, but the corridor under his feet did not end, and the front was white.

"I feel like I'm at the end of the road." Ling Sichen raised his head, he didn't know which direction that person was looking at him, "Is this the gift you gave me?" Let me revisit my past. ”

"Aren't you surprised, weird?" The man's tone was sarcastic, not questioning.

"Because you're showing me this?" Ling Sichen shook his head, "A little bit, it's not surprising, after all..."

After all, I'm a little weird. Ling Sichen thought so, but didn't say it. Just like those dreams he has been having, he can even obtain the memories of others in his dreams, isn't it a little weird to be like this? So I always fantasize that one day, I will meet the same weirdness as myself, which is quite kind.

"Actually, it's not a gift, I'm just returning to you what originally belonged to you." After the man finished speaking, the little beast with long ears and long tail reappeared.

Ling Sichen half-crouched down and lifted the cat-like clingy but large unidentified creature that looked like an adult husky, he felt that he should be quite likable to it, because it was sticking out its tongue and licking its face.

"Don't keep saying things you don't understand, what belongs to me in the first place?" He lifted the little beast away, put it back on the ground, and raised his head to ask.

"Ling Sichen."

"Huh?"

"Maybe you don't want that, but it's all already started, and you have to know that it's not you who chose fate, it's fate that chooses you. Everything you don't understand will soon disappear. After the man finished speaking, the little beast turned into a cloud of black mist again and surrounded him.

The fog gradually receded, and in an instant, he seemed to see the sea again, a flood of countless information converging in, and in front of his eyes, the original void corridor was infinitely extended, those memories that he had never seen before, that did not belong to him, and those broken and fragmented mirrors.

Again he lost touch under his feet, a strong feeling of suffocation hit, and when he opened his eyes again, he knew that he was back.

The world opened by the rain curtain seemed to be another country, which made him a little unable to distinguish reality.

"What's the last thing?" Ling Sichen was a little unconscious, and his tone trembled slightly.

"The truth, the beginning, and the end of this world. Now, answer me a question. The man put away the umbrella, and the rain slapped on the two people, and he crouched down and leaned into his ear, "If, one day, you find out that the whole world is deceiving you, and everyone is leaving, what will you choose?" ”

The man's voice was small, even if it was close to his ears. But like a sharp arrow, it tears through the rain curtain and pierces the bottom of the heart.

Countless shattered memories eroded Ling Sichen's consciousness like a virus, he curled up in the rain in pain, and a voice roared when the sharp arrow pierced his heart.

He said, "Then sit on the highest throne and pronounce the death sentence of this world!" ”

The man was relieved, he stood up again, holding his head high, "You will get used to it, these should belong to you, only you can accept it, and this hatred that the sea of forgetfulness cannot erase." Don't worry, Ling Sichen, you'll never find out that day. He threw his umbrella aside and walked into the roaring rain, and vaguely, he said...

"Wait for your return, my king."