[As the story in the book "Parachute" is gradually coming to an end, I will start updating the book "Cosmic Messenger of the Rotating Planet" in the near future. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 infoMy initial idea of writing a new book was actually very one-sided, we didn't give the book much commercial value, and we didn't deliberately write such a novel for the sake of writing a novel. The initial thought was confusing to me, I didn't know how to define the tone of a new book, and I didn't even know what to put such a novel in when I uploaded it. Whether it's technology, love, romance, legends, or martial arts? Everything seems to tie in with the novel, but none of them seems to fully define its subject matter. All I know for sure now is that this is a web novel born in a completely selfish state of mind, with no specific rhythm, everything is just a random act of language. In this book, the question I explore is not to seek a fantasy and breakthrough in future technology, nor to make a stupid and fallen version of the future Star Wars in my own heart**. I just had a dream one night, and that dream made me feel like I woke up on a sunny morning, and when I looked out the window, all of a sudden my mind was filled with deep confusion about the existence of life. I don't know what words to use to explain the confusion I felt at that time, this confusion that existed in dreams or in the depths of my brain haunted my heart all day long, very tangled. I was born in this unknown world, and I couldn't know the cause and effect of my life, nor could I use my own thinking to interpret the short life of a human being. I don't know if the vast majority of humanity in the world can be grouped down to the following category of people - they are all working hard for the inheritance of human civilization and economic prosperity on this planet, and some people who have made a difference will start working formally at the age of 20 and will not retire until the age of 60. No matter what the industry is, no one will doubt the impact of everyone's work on society, and this is something that happens when everyone's home can't get through or the door can't be opened. But the question arises, that is, in this short period of forty years, when human civilization is advancing at a high speed, what has been gained as a human being on this blue planet? What kind of changes will these gains bring to us in the brilliant time of our lives? In fact, throughout history, ancient prophecies have been only prophecies, and for thousands of years, nothing has changed in terms of material measures. We have gained nothing, we have not lost, and this state will continue forever, surrounding our journey of life like a nightmare, until our life disappears into the vortex of death. What happens after death? This is a secret that humanity will never be able to explore. Since death is inexplicable, let's talk about living. Even if I am alive, I cannot understand why a person before the age of twenty, after we have made mistakes, others will comfort us younger and say, "You are just a child, these mistakes are only temporary, and then you will become mature, and then your faith in God will hear your repentance of the past." "I can't understand that when I walk down the street and look at everything in front of me, those confused eyes that pass by you, those people over sixty years old will be quietly playing a whole set of Tai Chi in the park. Confused eyes are a common feature in society, but as an old man, everyone will regard them as a group of people who are about to enter the ground. Although these old people who dance square dances all day long are alive, in the eyes of young people, they have already become a group of people who are about to be forgotten by this modern world, and the pulse of the times will eventually quickly abandon their lives in reality out of the state of aging. With all the doubts and confusion, including the fear of aging and death, I finally discovered what they were all behind it. I found that they all have a common culprit, and that is the specific time that this blue planet gives creatures a life journey. I can't explain the meaning of life, I can't define the reason for the existence of time, and I can't come up with conclusive evidence to prove that time and life have some kind of inevitable connection. Although we all set a time node for our lives, as far as we are concerned, we are willing to accept such a time point. From birth to death, the trajectory of life is like climbing a mountain. But as far as time and life itself are concerned, if we do not explore the natural factors of existence that pass through them, I would ask: "Was it the Creator there who created and gave life a beginning and an end in the very beginning?" How do they define the concept of time? If the Creator has endowed life with a moving journey and a brain that thinks and recalls, why should they end up aging and eventually facing death in the ultimate cruel way? When all doubts were raised again, when the snow sealed and frozen for 10,000 years, we returned to the starting point of exploration today. This return to the origin of mankind has led mankind to meditate thousands of years later inside the Egyptian pyramids, an endless mystery that makes the human contemplative brain seem unusually small in front of the eternal god of light, the sun god, and the immortal god of the dark universe. Since eternal life could not be explored even by the pharaohs of ancient Egypt, modern science may play a certain role in promoting the second point, the exploration of the vast universe. For all these reasons, I hope to find a clue to the eternal existence of life in the outside world. Maybe it's them, the constellations that hang high above us, from the mysterious world of darkness, or maybe it's the ones who first created the time nodes and the first trajectories of life on Earth. They are there, in heaven, looking at us with god-like eyes. And where their lives originate, there will be eternal life and truly brilliant life. That is where the first dream of mankind lies, and it is also the last hope that our lives can be continued. They were carved into the walls of the inner pyramids, carved on the Shinto in front of the emperor's tombs, and held tightly in the palms of the gods of human faith. We are looking forward to the prophecy coming true, and we are constantly looking for legends for the future, and all of this is based on the continuous development of human genes. Going to outer space to find eternal young life is our ultimate dream, and it is also the last hope of mankind before the big bang strikes again. This is my motivation for writing this novel, and I look forward to the present and the future.

Overall, the whole storyline is okay, what is missing is some fragrant scenes, for this, I think that after the novel has reached a certain stage, in the middle of a certain chapter, I will give some high-quality benefits to the otaku appropriately. After all, the love of men and women is the whole of human beings, it can not only play the role of human genetic inheritance, it is also the theme of life. Besides, we are not cold-blooded animals, so we need to have sexy beauties in our lives, and we also need ** and the leakage of passion that makes people's blood swell. Handsome guys with unique hobbies can make some unique discoveries along the way through the story, which is also the reward you deserve. The first part of the book has been first drafted, and all the drafts are now on standby on the computer. It's my responsibility to hide them on my computer and wait for the final changes to be made when the update is uploaded. I think the revised text will be more beautiful and the language will be more vivid. Clumsy Fall has great expectations for this fantasy web novel that has broken through a million words, and the expectation here refers to being able to mix faces among the readership, and also have the opportunity to pass on some of his ideas and share them with everyone. Out of honesty, this book will not add V within the first 500,000 words, of course, if you can, then you will not add V, I think it is also a very meaningful thing to dedicate all of it to everyone. It's also a great option for exploratory fiction. Clumsy Fall has its own fixed job, and you can support yourself through hard work, so this contribution to everyone can still be raised, and I hope you can support it a lot. Even if I have worked hard now, I still feel that my writing is a little stiff, the character portrayal is not prominent, the expression is not fluent, the language is rigid, and there are typos. I hope you will bear with all kinds of mistakes. In a word, my mistakes will be corrected later. I hope you can witness the growth of Clumsy, which will be a process of long-term spiritual support.

One more note I'm sorry for. Because I'm not a professional writer, and I'm not a professional writer. I apologize again to everyone for having to face my own life -- in the real world, I am running around all day to save money for my own life, so the updates will not always be so punctual and quantitative. But no matter how hard real life will be, how great the social pressure will be. In a word, for your support, I will continue to work hard in the future writing process, strive to constantly improve myself, strive to make progress every day, strive to correct my shortcomings every day, and make progress every day. In the end, I will hand in a question to the readers who like me, and gradually become more satisfactory to everyone. I believe that I may be a snail, but I will never give up while climbing.

It was the short autobiographical novel "Parachute" that my friend specially asked me to write that made me gradually like the expression of words, and it was your support that made me see the new hope and growth on the road of literature in the face of today's monopoly in the digital age, which is worth my efforts. Okay, without further ado, let me start telling you a new story. 】－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－

But for you, it's an adventure that changes the course of your life. Well, now that said, I should tell you this story. Of course, first I have to ask you some questions. And you, I'm sure you'll answer these questions as such. Well, since you can't wait, let's get started.

When you pass by a high-end café on the side of the road, through the huge glass windows and exquisite curtains, do you know the person sitting by the window sipping coffee and burying his head in the window as if reading today's newspaper carefully? Do you know what he does?

Do you know where he's going to go when you guys separate?

What kind of things would he do alone? Where will he go at night? What kind of things will he do? With whom do you communicate secretly?

Who the hell is he?

Where do you come from?

What does he want to do in this mysterious world where you live?

Across time and space, meteors have left a wonderful imprint on your life trajectory for a moment.

Light and darkness are still reincarnated, light illuminates the trajectory of time, and darkness devours the mysteries of life.

Do you know why you exist in this world?

As you walk down the road, do you understand the message of the eyes around you?

Every day you study, work, work, and play, do you really understand the three-dimensional space you live in? Why are you alive? Why go to school? Why work? Why is there an innate and insatiable greed for wealth? Why does this greed end up intertwining with your insatiable demand for love, and then you will hurt a lot of people in your life? But when life finally comes to an end, you have to let go of all your greed and demands, and finally leave this world that makes you panic with hatred for nothing?

When the night falls, immersed in dreams, you have completely lost yourself, do you know what is happening around you at this moment?

What exactly is a dream?

Thinking about so many unknown mysteries of human beings, thinking about the meaning of their own existence.

What is true in your eyes?

And those are illusory?

What kind of unknown transaction exists between the real and the unreal?

What do the people around you do?

Where did they come from? Can you see the trajectory of their lives with your own eyes? Or is everything just hearsay? Or is everything just an illusion of a person given to you by this three-dimensional space? Those relatives and friends who accompany you in the game are just a kind of phantom in a dream, in fact, you are the only one in this world?

What are they doing every day when the night swallows up the light and you can no longer see them with your eyes? Are they at God's mercy to dress up for your life? Or is their existence just a life trajectory that God has arranged for you in advance?

How much of what your eyes see and how much your ears hear is real?

What is the culture and history that comes out of your eyes when it first gives birth to the story of history? Can we unveil those long-sealed historical veils in history books and texts?

How many secrets exist on the planet we live on? Who created it to exist? What about the world beyond the planet? If we compare this blue planet that gave birth to life to a grain of sand, what kind of world is the world that exists outside of this grain of sand?

All doubts, all dreams, all explorations and searches, even discoveries, are constantly expanding with the jumble of doubts in your brain. As your curiosity grows, you may even think that certain phenomena that your eyes touch will make your breathing become extremely rapid, your heart will increase rapidly, and you will suddenly feel that you are living a lost life.

In the dark, in the dead of night, listening to the rustle of the wind blowing the leaves outside the window, all of a sudden you're curled up in a dark corner by your bed and asking yourself.

Who am I? Where did I come from in my previous life? Where are you going in the future? And what are you going to do in this world of birth, old age, sickness and death in this life? Why do I exist. And was given the ability to think for himself by the so-called Creator?

Then you'll sit cross-legged in the deepest part of the pyramids, like the pharaohs of ancient Egypt, pondering the mysteries of death and the eternal afterlife.

Then you feel like you're the whole world, and the whole world is you.

But who are you?

I don't know?

With all kinds of questions and unknowns, I will follow my memories through time and space and the barrier of time, and after answering my questions, let me tell you an even more ridiculous story. Oh, and remember the guy who sat in the early morning café in the early morning and read the newspaper and drank coffee? That's me. But what kind of person am I? What do I do? You wouldn't guess.

So now, let's start a whole new story. Embark on our journey of legends in the city where you live, and the legends are about to unfold. There was nothing particularly wrong that day, and mine was one of the worst of all fantasy adventures. Because it was in the midst of a shocking crowd, knives and blood were flying in front of my eyes, I didn't know what else to do but cut people, my heart was confused, and I only thought about one thing, that is, either you die or I live. But in the end I was about to die, and I lost the battle between life and death. Then I collapsed in terror, and I didn't know anything after that. But when I woke up again, I didn't know what had just happened, I just felt the sharp pain, my eyes went black, and then my whole mind fell like a marshmallow into an endless dark space. I lost my sense of self and then the whole world began to sleep in my head.

It dawned on me that it seemed as if I had never existed in this world, and that perhaps all the memories of life in my brain had been entirely a dream in the first place. Yes, maybe everything was just a dream that someone had directed beforehand.

But when I woke up, I realized that it wasn't a dream, not only was it not a dream, but everything around me was changing rapidly with the experience of what I thought was a dream. The moment the dream and reality overlapped in front of my eyes, I was completely lost. I began to doubt, to doubt my existence, to doubt the existence of life, and I began to doubt everything, including the whole world and myself.

Where do I come from?

What did I come into this world for? Who brought me here? Who is he?

Where will I go when I die?

Who created this world?

What is the real face of this world?

What is real?

What is illusory again?

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