(a)

I have been tight-lipped about what happened after falling from the showroom into the Blackwater River for a long time in my life, and even for you, I was silent for a long time without going into details. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Later, you found me in the depths of the canyon, 8 kilometers away from the museum.

When you found me, I was lying lifeless in the middle of a large pile of rocks along the ancient river, unresponsive to all lights and sounds, my hands and feet cold, and my pupils dilated.

You think I'm in shock and won't know what happened. But I know it all.

I knew it, but I couldn't react.

I couldn't react because my soul was no longer in this place at that time.

I couldn't react because my heart was frozen and frozen.

I couldn't react because I was already softened and falling apart.

I couldn't react because I was in the most shocking and sad state I could be in as a human being.

I couldn't react because my countless pieces were flying like snowflakes all over the canyon.

I float above my own flesh.

I saw the moonlight shining on my own flesh.

See the cool moonlight illuminating the entire canyon.

I saw two periods of time and two worlds in the moonlight at the same time.

In one world, I saw Director Wang and you walking towards me from afar in the direction of the ancient river channel, climbing over piles of stones with difficulty, shaking a long-handled flashlight. As you walk, you call my name. You are constantly tripping over sliding stones.

I see you shaking my flesh, checking my breathing, my pulse, and my heartbeat. I saw that Director Wang's face was pale, and the green tendons on his forehead were all protruding from the outside of his skin because of nervousness.

I saw you take off your outer garment and wrap me inside.

I saw Director Wang shoot into the air, firing a red flare.

I saw a red firework burst out in the watery night, then fade and fall.

I heard the siren in the distance.

I saw the bright headlights shining brightly from the direction of the gorge. I saw Mr. Wu from the base, Mr. Xiao Chen, the team doctor, and more people I didn't know running from the direction of the car.

I saw a few of you carrying me, over the rocks and towards the ambulance.

I see my arms hanging limply in your arms, dragging on the ground.

I saw my fingernails scratching faint marks on the moss on the surface of the stone.

I saw the low roof swaying.

I saw people trying to connect me to all sorts of instruments.

I saw someone trying to restore my heartbeat with a pacemaker.

I saw someone pouring cold liquid into me.

I see you grabbing my hand and constantly talking to me in my ear.

I saw a typical scene of chaos and hustle and bustle around impending death.

These are all things that you can see, and you think I can't see.

(b)

At the same time, in another world, I was experiencing another impending death.

It's something you can't see, and it's hard to believe I can see it, but I'm actually looking at it vividly.

In that world, there was exactly the same moonlight, exactly the same mountain silhouettes, and even the sound of the wind passing through the canyon.

In that world, I saw the pursuer in black armor who had appeared, the young knight who spoke to me in the sea of flowers, and made my heart flicker with joy and sorrow, and I saw you in your past life, experiencing a lonely and painful death in the silence.

I see your body lying on your back on a boulder jutting out of the water in the middle of the Blackwater River, your spear broken, your dagger still at your waist, and the saber that glows blue is still in your hand, but your hand is no longer on your body.

I saw you stuck in hundreds of arrows with your body thrust into your body, and you fell on top of that boulder with all your limbs broken and your organs shattered.

I saw the warhorse, called Moonshine, lying about 20 paces away from you.

When you fall off the cliff, it lands on a sharp stone, and the stone penetrates its body and peeks out from the other end. All of its internal organs had flowed out of its body, and its eyes had not yet closed.

I saw blood gushing out of your mouth, nose, eyes, ears, and countless wounds all over your body. They're so raging that the boulders beneath you are all stained red.

You and your horses fell there, and the blood flowed from your bodies to the roaring river, and the whole stretch of water and the stones that soaked in it that I could see were gradually dyed red, little by little.

I felt the red river with your last body temperature, churning bloody foam, drowning my sandals and gently gliding over my toes.

I hear your heart still beating faintly for the last few beats.

I saw that amulet! The amulet that I thought I was holding in my hand, but suddenly I realized that it wasn't in my hand! The rust on it was now gone, and it glistened in the moonlight. It's dangling from your bloodied neck, shaking and shaking.

I see a star shining in the depths of your eyes. It flickered and flickered like a candle in a storm, dying.

I saw the light drift slowly in my direction, blankly.

I saw it slowly fall on me.

I can't tell what world my body was in at the time, so I don't know if it ended up on me or on my soul.

I saw it slowly and hard, circling around my body or soul.

It just spiraled around me slowly, silently.

It slipped over my hair, over my face, over my shoulders, over my chest, over my waist, over my skirt, over my heels.

It hovered around me as if it knew me, wrapped around me, embraced me, and cherished me.

Then, weakly, uncontrollably, it gradually let go of me.

Little by little, it slipped from me, retreating into the infinite darkness.

Little by little, little by little, little by little, little by little, little by little, little by little, it was reduced to nothingness.

(c)

I felt something choke my throat, I felt something grab my heart.

I couldn't make a sound, I couldn't move, I couldn't shed a tear.

I couldn't breathe outside air into my lungs.

My legs were too weak to stand, and I fell involuntarily on the rocks on the bank of the river, my whole body stiff like a stone statue.

For a moment, I couldn't feel my own life and death, I couldn't feel the warmth and coldness of the world, my mind was blank, and my life was destitute.

I see you calling me in different ways on both sides of the world at the same time.

I see you in one world, hold me, step by step away from you in another world.

I see me in one world being held by you, step by step away from myself in another world.

I felt like a piece of firewood, split in half from head to toe by the great axe of time.

I can't afford such overlap and confusion.

A large patch of blood red glowed in front of my eyes.

Both worlds gradually thinned out in this sea of blood, and then disappeared and disappeared.

The last sound I heard before losing consciousness was the sound of the rushing water of the Blackwater River. Those red blood waters carry your life that is gradually moving away, passing under my feet, brushing my skin, endlessly, endlessly, without beginning and end, merciless, unconscious and unconscious.

The last sound I heard of the water was the last sound you heard in your life.

In this way, at the end of that life, we all traveled through time separately and saw each other in another life.

This is the "half-sided relationship" that Grand Lama Tubudan told me in Yuanjue Monastery back then, and there will be in the future. (To be continued.) )