In the confusion, it seems to be a dream, a dream for a thousand years. Xiao Chao slowly opened his eyes, and he didn't know when the tears had wet Xiao Chao's cheeks. The memories that had been sealed for countless years frantically poured into Xiao Chao's brain. The tragic death of his parents, the hot and cold state of the world, all of them turned out to be his own memories. I always thought that it was the choice of fate when the League of Legends system entered my body, but now Xiao Chao knew that his fate had already been doomed.

In that car, in the bodies of the three gangsters, in the blood-stained red envelope, the fate of mankind was already on Xiao Chao's body! Tears ran down her cheeks, sticky. Tears flowed down her cheeks and into her mouth, and there was a salty taste half of seawater. Maybe he couldn't fully wake up from the dream, and for some reason, Xiao Lan felt that the smell was so similar to the smell of his mother's blood.

When I opened my eyes again, the dreamlike dream was gone. In front of Xiao Chao, there is no one who looks exactly like him, and some are just snow-white flowers. The sea of flowers on the ground turned snow-white, slowly drifting in the sky, like a snow, just for Xiao Chao to go down alone. Looking up at the sky in the sea of flowers is like a person facing the world, lonely, lonely, no one understands the heart, one qiē, one qiē, all so lonely. Nobody understands, no one understands.

Stretched out his hand and gently caught the scattered petals, which fell into the palm of Xiao Chao's hand like real snowflakes. The biting cold froze the blood in the palms of his hands, and then froze all the blood that Xiao Chao had saved the human world. Murderous. Cunning, that's human nature, this creature. Is it really worth saving......

Xiao Chao doesn't want to think about anything now, doesn't think about the future of mankind, doesn't think about his own future, just wants to walk quietly. Turning his head, Xiao Chao slowly walked towards Lethe. The yellow-brown water of Lethe was boiling, and the souls of the dead were constantly tumbling in the river, as if waiting for those who stepped into the river to seek their own way to death. And the countless flowers on the other side of the sky are slowly flying in the sky. One by one, they fell on the Lethe River.

Legend has it that the Lethe water is extremely heavy, because it has accumulated so much affection that there is hardly anything that can float on it. Even birds can't fly over the Lethe River. Goose feathers don't float, no one can pass. But these countless petals on the other side fell on the water of Lethe, but they did not sink at all, and they did not even flow down with the river. It's just a gentle and constant shaking. Constant swinging. But it didn't move.

If this Lethe River is the river that carries the memory, then the flower on the other side is the flower of the introduction. At the moment of stepping on the sea of flowers, people remember their past and present lives, and even their lives. It's like what the Dharma says. Countless reincarnations are just dreams, and no matter how much you care about the people in your dreams, there will be a day when you wake up. When I woke up, my previous life was just a dream, a dream that didn't mean anything.

One is the sinking of memory. One is the liberation of waking up. The flower on the other side and the water of Lethe River are like two extremes, like darkness and light. But if there is no mutual foil. They themselves do not exist zài. Because of this, the only thing that can survive the Lethe River is the flower that leads to it, and the only flower that can wake people up.

Pure white petals are scattered on the water of Lethe, and the petals are connected together to form a narrow path. On both sides of the road, countless souls howled with teeth and claws, struggling to climb onto the petals of the flowers on the other side. But whenever a revenant is about to climb up, the rest of the revenant will desperately drag it down. Whether it is a living soul or a dead soul, they are all selfish after all. When you are in a desperate situation and can't escape, you always want to make others unable to escape. Even if they are tortured together, they will not willingly help the rest of them climb up.

Xiao Chao walked slowly on the petals, and every step on it would make the petals shatter into ashes and slowly fall into the Lethe water. These white flowers are like candles, burning themselves to illuminate others. Using his own body as the way and his soul as the way, he paved a way to the front for Xiao Chao. Every step represents the silence of countless flowers on the other side.

Xiao Chao was extremely dazed in his heart, and even couldn't help but think to himself, if he stopped here, if he just fell into Lethe like this, would the Yiqiē in this world have nothing to do with him? No more painstaking calculations, no more killing, no more struggles, then you will really be free. But in this world, can you really be liberated? I don't know how many people are living in idleness, using their bodies to constantly steal life and death, it really takes courage.

Persistence is actually the stupidest investment in the world. At the beginning, I was able to give up, but when I was halfway through the process, I fell into the abyss. No matter what it is, when you suddenly find that there is no direction to move forward and no meaning when you are halfway through, most people's choice is to continue to move forward! That's not for dreams, it's not for persistence, but just for your own efforts will not be in vain!

It was a silent struggle, knowing that moving forward had no result, but in order not to waste what he had already paid, he could only keep moving forward! For the so-called dream, I have paid countless hours, family affection, and career. But suddenly I found that my so-called dream had no value at all, and there was no possibility of success, so I could only move forward!

Because time cannot be turned back, what has been paid can never be returned. What is lost, it has really been lost, and it has been abandoned for the so-called dream. If you give up at this time, it can only mean that your original abandonment is worthless! That outlook on life will collapse in an instant, and a qiē will have no value, so you can only insist.

Xiao Chao is like this, for the survival of mankind, Xiao Chao has paid too much. The affection between brothers, the affection of flesh and blood, even love, and perhaps the insignificant freedom. Xiao Chao has already given up everything, if he gives up at this time, is it too late. Therefore, although Xiao Chao already hates human beings in his heart, he can only keep moving forward, just to give himself an explanation.

The moment he stepped across the Lethe River, Xiao Chao realized that he was just following the Lethe River around a bend. In this world, there is no such thing as the other side. Whether it's the Santu River or the Lethe River that has just been crossed, all of them are flowing in a loop. The ground is like islands, surrounded on all sides by rivers, and the Lethe River, which has been passed in a chaotic way, is just walking out of one island and then reaching another.

In front of Xiao Chao was a bridge, a bridge made of huge stones. The cyan bridge is full of the breath of time, and the cracks and wear on the bridge have the vicissitudes of life. The green bricks on the bridge deck have a gentle sinking, and I don't know if many living beings will have such an effect when they step on this green brick. There are no carvings or even decorations on the bridge, and it is extremely deserted.

At the head of the bridge there is a huge stone, this stone seems to be connected to the heavens and the earth, and you can't see the top of this stone when you look up, just like a mountain peak standing in front of the chaos. On this stone are engraved three big characters of Nai He Bridge, which should be the name of this bridge. The handwriting seemed to be written in blood, and the red liquid flowed slowly in the deep cracks, like a pair of eyes looking at Xiao Chao condescendingly, like looking at an ant.

The distant bell trembled softly, sounded faintly in the sky, and sank again. It was the song of the dead on the bridge, day and night. On the bridge, Meng Po leisurely picked up the soup bowl. There are all kinds of people who come, some are calm, some are hideous, some are fearful, ....... Half-pushed, half-pushed, trembling, and drank the soup, after all, no one escaped. After all, it's not too much to drink, no less. Meng Po leisurely serves the soup bowl, and Meng Po leisurely collects the soup bowl .......

No matter how deep the love was in the previous life, walking on this Nai He Bridge was also steady and not chaotic at all. The heart is as calm as a mirror, and the heart is as heavy as a stone. This side of the bridge is silent, because the heart is dead, and the memory of the past life has been lost. On the other side of the bridge, mourning the sky, because of the heartbeat, I can't forget the lingering of this world.

"In the next life, continue the frontier." Meng Po occasionally heard a sound floating to her ears and smiled lightly. Looking down at you, a pot of soup, a pot of ordinary soup, just because of the addition of a seasoning called forgetting, it has also resisted the former vows.

The memory boat ran aground, a drop in the ocean, and the wind and waves were fleeting. Occasionally, I feel that many things I have never done before, but they seem familiar. No rock really moves, and the cruelest thing in the world is waiting. Waiting is the first old age of life, waiting for the epiphany to bloom again, waiting for the scenery to see through, and the moment when you drink the Meng Po soup, you can only swallow with tears.

In this life, hold her hand and love, just get closer, firmly, firmly, don't lose each other in the vast sea of people. Or, you are you, I am me, we don't owe each other, and we go our separate ways to be happy. Even if you meet in your dreams, don't say hello again, smile, and pass by. Or, let me have you for the rest of my life. Or, we never see each other.

On the bridge, the woman in Tsing Yi stood in the center, holding a bowl of soup leisurely in her hand, her face could not be seen clearly, but there was sadness that slipped into Xiao Chao's heart. If the heart moves, the tears have been a thousand lines. (To be continued......)