If it were in a city, I would not doubt it, because the planning of the city is immutable, and it is an infinite number of designs printed out of a mold, and here, the desperate man of the desolate world, who would build such a long distance, and be so bored to make every landscape according to the mold.

If there is such a person in this mysterious world, then this person's IQ may not have degenerated, I can't help but get excited, wisdom is a bridge of communication between people, and it is better to negotiate with a wise person than with those monsters who have no wisdom but only big muscles.

After making up my mind, I was no longer hindered by the scenery on both sides, and I don't know how many of them I had traversed, until the sky began to slowly turn dark, and I saw for the first time a scenery that was different from all the scenery before.

It was a large field of charred yellow wheat, and the endless waves of wheat rippled far away, and in several directions in the distance, black smoke rose, and I don't know who was roasting the fire, let alone who, could grow such a large wheat field in such a desolate place without using airplanes.

"Is there anyone?" There was no road under my feet, for all directions were filled with fields of wheat, and the wheat was drooping with huge ears of wheat, and it was evident that it was harvest season, and so much wheat, in ancient times, would have been enough to feed a small country.

No one answered me, and my voice was like a drop of water thrown into the sea, and nothing stirred up.

This made me even more depressed, I finally escaped from the Hulk's death, but I walked into such a dead end, looking at the burnt yellow wheat field, my stomach was also bulging, it seems that I still have a great need for food.

I took out a lighter from my pocket, and it accompanied me all the way, and now it can help me roast some wheat to eat, which is really the only favor of God for me.

I didn't enter the sea of scorched yellow, quickly pulled off the ears of wheat, and soon collected a large piece of wheat, because the fire was lit, and the endless wheat field in front of me was very dry, I was afraid that I would accidentally make a fire, and then burn this endless wheat field, it would not be good, I could only use my own hands, press out an open area, only then dare to ignite the wheat stalks, throw a lot of wheat into the fire, and after a while, the wheat stalks were burned into black ashes, and I extinguished the remaining sparks, Then I pulled out the wheat grains that fell on the ground, although many of them were burnt, but they still smelled good, and I couldn't help but gobble them up before they had time to cool, and for a moment, I felt that my life was as hard as the soldiers of the Eighth Route Army.

I set the fire three times in a row, and I was able to fill my hunger alone, and I rubbed my stomach, and the night was already hazy, and there were stars in the sky blinking strangely, and they looked at me with evil pupils, as if they wanted to see me through and break me.

I rubbed my temples, I have been a little nervous lately, I have packed up some dry straw, made a big ball, how many days have I not experienced such a quiet night, now I should not think about how to get out of the Linglong Tower, but whether I want to have a good night's sleep, put aside those stars that make me feel weird, it is still very good to look up at the night sky here, the night can always give me a different feeling, and it can make me feel that the world has become more comfortable.

Unconsciously, I seemed to have entered a dream, everything in the dream world is beautiful, there is no intrigue in the dream, there is no deceit, there is no demon and supernatural story, there is only one technician and his good friend Lao Hei in the dream, they live an ordinary life.

When I opened my eyes, the night sky was deep, the stars were blurred, a man stood beside me, looking up at the endless starry sky with his hands behind his back, his back looked so lonely, so haggard, as if his loneliness was engraved in his bones, blood left in his veins.

I could scarcely bear to disturb him, as if a single word would shatter the world.

He didn't move, he didn't look at me, but he spoke: "You're awake." His voice was thick and powerful, and it hit my eardrums hard.

I opened my mouth, not knowing what to say, awake or not, or half-awake? I didn't want to figure it out at all, I'd rather it was still a dream, I didn't dare to disturb it, I was afraid that once I woke up from the dream, the lonely man in front of me would never be seen again.

"I should have known who you were, and if you had said who you were, then the world wouldn't have been able to trap you at all." He continued, not wanting a reply from me at all.

"After all these years, why do you want to come back." He turned his head suddenly, and although the night was dark, I saw his face, and for a quarter of a second, my brain went blank and the humming sound took over.

I can't help but be surprised, and I can't help but be crazy, because, when he turned around, what I saw was my own face, but this face looked a little old, like me after I was forty years old, definitely not now, the wrinkles on that face showed the endless years he had experienced.

"Who are you?" My throat moved, and my voice trembled a little.

He laughed, but his smile was a little reluctant: "I am you, and you are also me." ”

"Oh." After listening to him, I lay down quietly, then closed my eyes and reached out to cover myself with the straw next to me.

He said he was me, but I had never been this old, so who was he?

There are only two answers, either he is a demon or he is a dream, which I am still dreaming about.

If he were a demon, I would have no choice but to tie my hands to my life, and besides, I was tired all over, and it would be nice to die in this clean night.

If it's just a dream, I want to wake up from the dream sooner, because I never want to see that kind of self, only people who have no friends, no brothers, will be so lonely, so lonely back, I would rather die than be so lonely.

I silently muttered to myself, "Wake up, wake up." ”

But the person in his ear has always existed, he continued to laugh and said: "You are not dreaming, you are awake now, you know your thoughts deeply, you don't believe all this, but before I tell you all the reasons and processes, please think about it yourself, how did the wheat you just ate come from, if there is no one here, how can there be such a large wheat field, naturally, the person who farmed the field is me, you eat my wheat, and I am you, in fact, you just planted your own wheat and ate it for yourself." He paused, as if to give me a moment to think, and then continued: "I am you ten years ago, and you are me ten years later, can you understand?" ”