"Sometimes I get so caught up in this pleasure that I don't seem to care about anything, I seem to be aimless, I am willful. It's like going back to my childhood, completely ignorant and stubborn. It's as if the membrane that connects the adult world has disappeared, and in the invisible world, only soft and beautiful things are allowed to exist.

At such times, I am relieved, naked, lying in the wilderness under the stars, floating on the surface of the sea in the moonlight, letting my thoughts fly in the depths.

I suspect that everyone has the following confusion about their own star universe:

In the past, some people called it 'Atlantis', some people called it 'Eden', others said 'Utopia', or 'Charr'.

There is a voice there that calls us to pursue some unknown dream, and I long to hold my chest close to it and feel the deepest peace of life. But where is it? I seem to be in the water, in the air, like swimming, like flying, I want to go to a place, this is my destiny, I was born to be like this, but where am I going? I hope, I am disappointed, as if I will never get to that place.

Is it because our lives were originally a tadpole that was good at chasing?

Maybe one day, I will die slowly, and I will no longer have to pursue it, it will warm my demise and make me feel at ease. But this day has not yet come, we have to find the answer from the world of life, to discover the world. Naturally, we will never find it, it is invisible, but it can also be said to have been found, and it is the 'seeking' itself.

12 August"

Officer Zhang finished reading the last piece of the thick diary in this room, and everyone at the scene was silent for a while.

It's a bedroom—single beds, floor-to-ceiling windows, desks, chairs—and a lot of books, scattered in the doorway, in the corners, at the head of the bed, on the floor next to the bed, almost everywhere, like the owner of the bedroom, who reads it.

The silence was broken by a tall, thin policeman who asked, "So he didn't go to work after writing this diary?"

"Judging by the dates, so. Xiao Liu, the deputy editor of the magazine, said in a low voice, "He is an excellent editor, and colleagues in the magazine often ask him for advice...... Since the thirteenth, he has not come to work, and at first we didn't care, he has always acted simply and casually. But in the next few days, the phone was not answered, WeChat was not answered, we began to feel that something was wrong, so we went to his house to see, and the community security guard also said that since he went home that day, we have not seen him for many days, so we called the police. ”

Another colleague, Xiaoling, wore a gray professional skirt with a hairpin combed into a cute look. She said a little sadly: "Although he has no family, he has a very optimistic personality and is approachable, how can he ...... There's no reason for that, it must be ...... Something must have happened. Her eyes turned red as she spoke. Xiao Liu patted her on the shoulder and comforted her. Several other colleagues also looked gloomy.

Officer Zhang comforted everyone and said: "Don't worry, we have a lot of experience in handling this kind of missing case, and you colleague, we will help you find it back as soon as possible." He said so, but in fact, he didn't know the bottom of his heart, and he carefully observed the situation of the residence just now, but there were no clues.

"You colleagues, go back first, and leave it to us here." Officer Zhang said to Xiao Liu, Xiao Ling and others.

"Okay, excuse me, Officer Zhang. Xiao Liu said. Colleagues walked out one after another, leaving Officer Zhang with a thoughtful expression.

Five days later.

A short and chubby policeman walked in from outside the office door, sweating on his forehead because of the hot weather, and said, "Zhang Sir, I have seen the surveillance video of the community that disappeared and edited, and there is no record of him going out." ”

"How is that possible? Did you look closely?" Officer Zhang asked, frowning, looking at a picture of the missing man, a young man smiling brightly. is just to find this person, he has used various methods in the past few days, but he has no clue.

"Boss, I've watched it so many times, and I even know where a teddy has peed a few times these days, but there is no shadow of this person. ”

“...... You go out first. ”

Officer Zhang was lying on the big chair in the office, his eyes staring at the ceiling for a while, and he suddenly clenched his fist and smashed it on the armrest in annoyance: "Damn, how did this person disappear?"

At the same time, another world.

A few geese flew over the fiery sky, distant cries drifted over the hills in the evening, and huge maple trees fell the maple leaves all over the mountains. The maple leaves on each ground are as bright as those on the trees, as if they violate the laws of nature, and show no signs of fading.

Suddenly, a man fell from the huge maple tree and landed on the thick pile of maple leaves.

Officer Zhang must be very happy if he sees this person, this is the missing person he is looking for.

The missing person was lying on a maple leaf, dreaming to himself, with no intention of waking up. The thick eyebrows moved slightly from time to time, and the eyelashes trembled slightly. Under the straight nose, the lips murmured, as if talking to someone. At this time, everything was quiet, and Fang could vaguely hear his mosquito-like voice saying:

"Go, go to the new world. ”

He slept all night on the slopes of this maple tree.

The next morning, the sun rose in the east, the sky was blue, the white clouds were long, the sun passed through the pores of the maple trees, and fine spots of light fell on his face.

The eyes under the thick eyebrows slowly opened, and in front of him were the maple trees above his head, and the colorful sunlight. For someone who has just woken up, the sunlight is a bit harsh. He squinted slightly as he stood up and looked around, observing his surroundings.

"Is this the new world?" he opened his eyes completely, and those bright eyes had a pure, bottomless blackness. He reached over his head and rubbed his black hair, which stood on end mischievously because he had just woken up.

On this maple hillside, you can see the surrounding scenery. Everywhere and near were hillsides, as if the green covered the surface, interspersed with some unbelievably large mushrooms—never seen such a large mushroom, almost the size of a house.

He rubbed the soles of his white running shoes against his feet, parting the fallen leaves and revealing a green meadow. Originally, the hillside was green, but it was covered by the fallen leaves of the maple trees and turned a fiery red. He looked up at the maple tree carefully, and said, "It's really a very big maple tree, maybe it's more appropriate to use "one". It reminded him of an essay called "Bird's Paradise," which was about a banyan tree that occupied an island.

At this moment a strong wind blew on the flat ground, squirming, and swept the maple leaves all over the world, blowing his short hair, reflecting the colors of the new world in his eyes—he froze where he was, almost forgetting to breathe.

"Garden of Eden......" he muttered.

He gradually came back to his senses from the amazement, took a deep breath - and slowly sat down, lying on the hillside covered with soft maple leaves, dazed and slightly bewildered, his eyes glazed over. The pure wind blew from all directions, stirring the ends of the hair and the corners of the clothes, swaying gently.

"No high-rise buildings, no car noise...... It really sent me to another world. He looked at the maple tree-obscured sky and muttered to himself.

That day, he went to bed after writing his diary, and had a dream, which he couldn't remember completely, but he clearly remembered that in the dream, a soft voice that couldn't distinguish the gender asked him, "Do you want to go to a new world?" The voice seemed to come from the future, and it seemed to have a kind of magic, which made people listen to it. He involuntarily said, "Go, go to a new world!" and then a very ordinary sword floated in the darkness, and he picked up the sword and cut off a chain bathed in light—he didn't know why he did it, who could control his dreams?

The next thing is like taking a subway, but there are no tracks or trains, and I am alone in the tunnel at high speed, and all the colors around me are rapidly regressing. This went on for a long time, and he gradually felt tired and fell asleep. I don't know how long later, I woke up on this hillside.

"So, is that it? a new world...... It's nothing to worry about, but even to me, it's a bit ridiculous—" he said, bursting out laughing.

He was originally a writer, mainly writing some whimsical and strange things, and later half of the magazine editor, and became famous in the circle. On one occasion he wrote a short story about a cow from India that was mistakenly transported to Washington, D.C., and was sent home during Obama's inaugural speech. A well-known Indian newspaper often talked about this cow in order to seek attention, and once the headline was written in large letters - the American president coped on the street - occupied half of the page, not even quotation marks. When this news reached the ears of the legitimate president of the United States, Obama was furious and sent troops to attack under the pretext that "India has weapons of mass destruction". This was the beginning of the Third World War.

Another time he wrote a short article, the original text is as follows: Jia Baoyu gave Jia's mother's T-shaped library to Lin Daiyu as a token of love, Qingwen saw jealousy, and ate a full fifteen catties of stinky dog shit rewarded by Concubine Yuan, and after eating, Baoyu suddenly had no idea. Wang Xifeng hurriedly borrowed another fifty catties from the palace, so as to stabilize the dragon qi of Rongguo Mansion. Mother Jia praised Sister Feng for her ability to do things, and instructed the mandarin duck to take another T-shaped library as a reward.

Etcetera.

Red scholars denounced him as "a demon and a great traitor," young writers jokingly called him "a contemporary Mark Twain," and a Foreign Ministry official interviewed at a literary awards ceremony that he considered him a serious threat to international peace, while he himself always laughed it off as if he didn't care about anything...... But this time, it seems a bit beyond imagination.

When a person encounters a major change, this person usually thinks back on his life, the meaning of his existence, and the people and things he loves. If you have a loved one in your head and a mobile phone at hand, that person will most likely call and talk about your feelings fearlessly.

At this time, he also remembered his past life - "The little girl in the coffee shop downstairs of the magazine is quite cute, but I don't want to talk to her about 'today's coffee color' and 'Oba's lace news'...... Editors keep asking, 'Is this article written like this?' and 'This grammar doesn't seem to be correct?' but as long as the writing is smooth and sincere, what's wrong with it......

"Ah, and traffic jams, traffic jams every day...... Anyway, there is nothing new about modern life, every day. I really can't find any interesting books lately, and I'm almost on the road to crime...... It seems that everyone is deliberately suppressing something, or following something unconsciously, and it feels more and more like everything is wrapped in a stuffy carriage—"

Thinking of this, he sighed.

"Speaking of which...... Why don't you just have fun here—if you think about it, you don't even want to go back—"

He laughed softly, and suddenly it dawned on him, and now he put aside his distracting thoughts, and he had the intention of breaking and standing up. At this time, he was full of interest and thought: "Since it is a new world, everything is new, everything in the past is no longer concerned, I have to have a new name." He looked around and saw that the maple trees were like a forest, the sun was rising, and he had just woken up, just in time for a new path of life. Now compare the situation and come up with a name.

"Okay, it's called 'Lin Juexiao'!" he was happy for a while, and he couldn't help but say this loudly.

"What 'Lin Juexiao'?" a delicate voice came from nowhere, obviously hearing what he had just said.