(a)

For a long time, I felt like I didn't belong in this world, until that day, I met you again. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

On that day, the weather was gloomy, there were thundershowers outside, there was a lot of humidity, everything was covered with moisture, and it was sticky to the touch. There was an old, musty smell in the air, and the light in the shooting range was dim.

As I lay down on my palm mat, adjusted the ruler, raised my small-caliber rifle in my hand, squinted my eyes, and focused on the crosshairs, I was surprised to find that the target had disappeared through a rainy and misty watermelon field.

On the other side of the crosshair, there is an abyss-like, endless darkness.

Just as I was deeply surprised, and wanted to turn my head to tell the people around me, a handsome war horse floated in front of my crosshair like a mist, and galloped into the dark distance.

My eyes were immediately drawn to this handsome horse. I have never seen such a beautiful horse and such a graceful running posture, except for the image of Pegasus seen in the cartoon of Havoc in Heaven.

The mist around the horse gradually drifted away, and I could clearly see that there was also a man in a white robe, fully armoured and wearing a silver helmet. I could only see his back.

This back was so familiar that my heart trembled instantly. I seem to remember a lot of things, but I can't remember another one clearly. I just had a strong feeling that I must have been through the same scene before. I've surely seen this back countless times.

I saw this man on horseback, lying on his back, galloping in the thick of the night. I saw silver threads spilling down from the air. That's the image of reality. It's starting to rain again outside the range.

Then I saw droplets of water splashing silver against the dark background.

Everything is three-dimensional, as clear and vivid as a moving woodcut.

The man on horseback leaped into a stream in the darkness of the night, and the galloping horse's hooves stirred up countless splashes, and he ran down toward the wilderness on the opposite bank.

Only then did I see clearly that there was more than one man and one horse, and behind him, there was a large group of people dressed in different clothes from him, holding long knives that were shining brightly, chasing after him. Their long, shiny knives, emitting a cold metallic glow, were very glaring in the night.

The distance between the escapees and the pursuers is getting shorter and shorter. I saw them leave the stream, cross a large wasteland, and run into a valley. At this moment, the darkness faded, and the clouds appeared in the night sky, and then a yellowish crescent moon appeared among the clouds.

I saw the man lying on horseback, waddling on his horse, and something slipped out of his hand, what appeared to be a spear. My heart hung in the air.

I've completely forgotten when and where I was. There was only one thought in my mind, isolated and very clear: this man was dangerous, and I should save him!

I don't know why I felt like I should save him, but I just felt strongly that I had to save him no matter what!

A man armed with a long knife caught up with him from behind. The long knife slashed through the air and slashed heavily at his back. I heard the crackling sound of the armor on his back.

He fell off his horse.

He struggled to pull something out of his waist, parryed, and the second slash at him deflected over, slashing into the moonlit air. But what he had used to block also flew out of his hands.

The third slash slashed at his back, and he pulled something out of his waist again and threw it backwards with all his might.

This time, the man with the long knife screamed and fell off his horse.

He got up from the ground, staggered forward two or three steps, and fell down heavily.

He struggled to crawl in the direction of his horse.

However, it was too late, and a second pursuer with a knife came like the wind and raised his long knife at him. The long knife slashed at him.

I saw him roll over and face the long knife that had slashed at his head on the ground.

I saw his face, and the smile on his lips.

I have never seen anyone smile so calmly and comfortably in the face of impending death.

And his countenance! His face made my heart beat instantly!

This person! That's the man! I have to save him, no matter what, I'm going to save him! There is a voice in my heart that is shouting!

(b)

Before I realized what I had done, my finger pulled the trigger. I heard the crisp sound of gunfire ringing in my ears. Before I could react, a white liquid flower bloomed on the head of the pursuer who slashed at him with a knife. It turned out to be the position of his head, which turned into a leaping splash of water, and a lot of milk-like liquid splashed in all directions.

I saw the pursuers reach for the milk-colored flower. He grabbed some viscous liquid in his hand. Then, he looked at it with his eyes without the Celestial Spirit Cover, and fell heavily from his horse.

It's me! It was I who shot this man in the head! The bullet slid through the gap in his helmet, knocking him into the air with the helmet, and his brains burst out in all directions.

I didn't really want to kill him, I just wanted to stop them from killing the man who had fallen to the ground, facing death, with that distressing, calm smile!

However, my body reacted much faster than my mind.

Before I thought about ethical issues and made a humane choice, my body was already in action. It instinctively switched to the firing mode of moving targets on its own.

Instinctively, my fingers continued to pull the trigger, and the reticle of the gun was constantly aimed at the pursuers who were approaching the man.

In almost a minute, I had fired all 10 bullets that had been given to me in one go.

I saw the pursuers being shot in the head one after another, and one by one falling off their horses.

I heard a gala and realized that the chamber was empty.

At this time, the target in the rain and fog on the opposite side appeared, the scale was clear, and the green of the watermelon field was overwhelming.

I went back to the real world.

All that had just appeared, the stream, the horses, the young man smiling at death, the sword-wielding soldiers who pursued him, all disappeared without a trace, as if I had just taken a nap and had a dream.

Again, I looked at the crosshair on the barrel in amazement.

The crosshair is precisely aimed at the center of the target with impartiality.

(c)

From the target ditch on the other side of the watermelon field, a bamboo pole for reporting the target slowly stretched out.

The student in charge of reporting the target was desperately shaking the bamboo pole from side to side, making it clear that he was not on target! Zero Ring! Didn't hit the target! Not a single shot missed!

It was the worst result of my life.

"Ha, all her bullets went into the big watermelon!"

There was a roar of laughter from his teammates.

"Everyone should be careful when eating watermelon, don't get knocked on the teeth!"

"What a waste of arm strength for the target applicant! But it's also good that it saves a target paper for the team! “

In the midst of laughter, I silently bowed my head and gathered up the strap of my gun, knelt on the soft palm mat, and took off the wet cotton coat.

I got up from my mat and held the gun in my arms.

Can I tell them what just happened?

Will anyone believe me?

I decided to keep quiet about it.

Ordinary people are slaves to the so-called common sense. They are unwilling and will not believe anything beyond their so-called common sense. Their ordinariness stems from this.

However, they are equally blind to this.

(iv)

Just when I decided to remain silent forever on the matter, a young and vibrant voice rang out in the venue.

"Is it so funny that someone else's mistake is made? Can the occasional mistake of a teammate make you feel so much joy? Have you never made a mistake? ”

This sound made the noisy venue immediately quiet.

I looked in the direction of the sound.

So, I saw you.

You're walking briskly toward me in a red tracksuit, with a hardwood paper plywood in your hand.

You have passed through countless suns, moons and stars, billions of endless universes, through all time and space, and come to my life again.

I finally see you again, after so many years of waiting.

You're finally in my sight again. (To be continued.) )