In the years when the traversal literature was popular, a friend asked me why the traversal essays were so popular, but why did I read so few traversal essays. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

I pondered for a long time and said, "The travel texts we see are all written by authors who have no actual travel experience, and those who have really traveled have stayed in the time and space after they have traveled, and the articles they left behind are called 'ancient books'." Therefore, most of the 'ancient books' are high-quality products. ”

It was a joke at the time, but I didn't expect it to come true now. I crossed over, and I couldn't go back.

I looked behind me in amazement, and standing in front of me was the woman I had seen in Linghu that day. The woman also said, "She is me."

The face was exactly the same, but the clothes on her body were slightly different, and the precipitation of time in her eyes that I didn't have.

I asked again, "Who the hell are you?" ”

She didn't look at me, and said to herself: "Wan Chun, twenty-seven years old, her parents divorced when she was a child, and she lived with her grandfather. At the age of twenty-one, my grandfather died. For this reason, you suffered from depression at one point...... You quit your job as an editor and became a freelancer. I had a three-year relationship before I was twenty-two, and I dated many men after I was twenty-two, but most of them were never contacted after only once. You are erratic and insecure. On September 27, you came to Qingzhiwu, and on the 29th, you went to Linghu. When she said this, she suddenly paused, looked at me and said, "In Linghu, I lost my foot and drowned." ”

She spoke so fast that I had a string in my heart, and it wasn't until she finished talking about it that I came to my senses and asked, "How do you know this?" After a pause, he asked, "You snooped on my memories?" ”

She folded her hands in front of her and said, "This is my memory, how could I not know?" ”

"You," I asked, looking at her fixedly, "who is it?" ”

"Wan Chun." She met my gaze and said, "I'm Wanchun." ”

"Huh? Ridiculous," I scoffed, "if you're Wanchun, then who am I?" ”

"You, it's me, it's Wanchun." She's serious.

"There can't be two identical Wanchun in this world." I denied it.

"So," she suddenly smiled slyly, "when you see me, it means that you are no longer in the world." ”

A chill crept up my spine, and I steadied myself and said, "I don't know what you're talking about?" ”

She walked up to the bronze mirror and said, "You can look at the bronze mirror in front of you and see if you can reflect your own shadow in it?" ”

Although I didn't know what she meant by this, I couldn't help but look at the bronze mirror suspiciously.

There was nothing in the mirror, and there seemed to be a cloud of darkness in it, as if there was endless darkness hidden in this nothingness.

I raised my hand and shook my body, but nothing changed in the mirror.

She added, "Do you still understand? You are no longer a living person, and what you perceive as your existence is nothing more than consciousness. From the moment you saw yourself, that is, me, on the edge of the Spirit Lake, you no longer exist in the so-called human world. ”

I was a little panicked, and my heart was even more bottomless, but I suddenly thought that after I saw her by the Linghu Lake, I traveled directly to the Southern Song Dynasty, and Zhu Shuzhen of the Southern Song Dynasty had already drunk the wine and died.

But here I am, listening to her say these inexplicable things. Could it be that she's playing tricks again, leaving my soul here?

So I glared at her and said, "It's you, you're the one who trapped my soul here!" You let me go back! ”

She sneered and said, "What do I have the ability to trap a trace of consciousness?" Then, looking at me, he smiled wryly, "We're all the same, we're all trapped here." ”

I looked around into the darkness of the night and said, "Where is this?" ”

"The World in the Mirror."

"The world in the mirror?" I muttered. Sure enough, there is something strange about the bronze mirror. Then he asked, "Then why can't I go back?" Why are you here? ”

She turned to look at the endless black and said, "It's us who keeps us." ”

"Nonsense! How could I get myself trapped in such a place? ”

As soon as she raised her hand, a drum-shaped wooden bench suddenly appeared on her leg, she sat down on the wooden bench, looked at me and said, "When I was twenty-seven years old, I traveled to the Southern Song Dynasty and became Zhu Shuzhen. After living in the Southern Song Dynasty for 12 years, that is, when Zhu Shuzhen was 39 years old, I drowned in Linghu. I originally thought that since Zhu Shuzhen had died, I would inevitably return to my original body. But no. I'm stuck here, my consciousness split into two parts, one is me and the other is you. ”

I said, "How do I know if what you're saying is true?" In my memory, there was no such episode at all. ”

"That's because we carry different memories. As Zhu Shuzhen's part of the memory, you don't have it. She paused, and then said, "I also slowly figured out these things later. ”

I still had the boss's doubts in my heart, so I said: "But I remember that I traveled to the Southern Song Dynasty, and I also knew that my host was Zhu Shuzhen, but only ten days after I crossed, I drank wine and committed suicide, and Zhu Shuzhen died at the age of thirty-four, not thirty-nine." ”

She suddenly looked at me and was silent for a long time, and then said slowly, "That is your first reincarnation. ”

What "reincarnation rebirth"? What "first"? I was even more puzzled.

She sighed an irrelevant sentence: "Wanchun can't go back." ”

This exclamation made me feel very hopeless, and I was still dying before my thoughts turned to ashes. I asked reluctantly, "Why can't you go back?" ”

A flash of brilliance suddenly flashed in her eyes, and she said, "Unless, we can get out of this reincarnation." No, more precisely, it is that you have to get out of this cycle. ”

"Why me?" I was puzzled.

She sighed and said, "Because we carry different memories, the part of my memory that is unique, binds me to the world in the mirror, and the only one who can continue to reincarnate and reincarnate is you. ”

"Then I'm out, what are you going to do?" I was a little worried.

She suddenly laughed and said, "You need to remember that you are me and I am you." This mirror world was born out of the death when I was thirty-nine years old, and the eighth son of the seventh month of the eighth year of Chunxi was the node of this reincarnation, and if you can survive this node safely, then you have walked out of this reincarnation. As long as Zhu Shuzhen did not die at that node, the world in this mirror would lose the premise of existence. You're not going to come back here. ”

I looked at her quietly and said, "Let's be honest, did you make this up according to the complex of science fiction movies?" ”

-------O(∩_∩)O~ This crossing is indeed a bit complicated, to put it simply, I was reborn in the time and space after the crossing~-------