The sky is black, and if the earth were the sky, it would be dim and the only thing in this world.

Li Yuchen stood on the black earth, gently stepping on the fine mud crumbs on the soles of his feet, closing his eyes, and moving forward leisurely.

It's a familiar feeling, like walking on a road that has been walked countless times, and with each step, you know where the next footprint will be and what kind of slight touch it will bring.

Just walking, walking on unknown roads.

It's like in a dream, or it's a dream, knowing that you're having strange dreams.

Li Yuchen was too lazy to open his eyes, as if he was thinking about things, but he didn't think about anything.

The state of mind is ethereal, as if it is integrated into this world, and it is one with this dark or dim world, and it seems that it is still alone, just a solitude who is willing to merge his body into this world.

Lonely, cold, lonely.

Actually, nothing.

Because, it's all fake.

It's just in a more real dream.

A dream that seems real is, after all, "like" rather than "is", so it can only be fake.

Everything, it's fake.

"I don't want to go down such a path. Li Yuchen said softly, "However, they have already embarked on the road, and they must keep going." ”

"Something is missing in my heart, and the sealed memories are ahead. ”

"I don't really want to untie it yet, but it's time to untie it. ”

"Let the dream unravel. ”

It's just a dream, everything in the dream is just a thought, and even if you try your best to add a lot of truth, you can't change the fact that it's a dream.

It's just that it's okay to dream.

There are many things that can be done in dreams, and those things that may not be said in reality can be taken into dreams and done. Think about it, let your mind become clearer, and after waking up from a dream, you can settle down.

Perhaps, this is the meaning of dreams.

Li Yuchen thought so and did so. Follow the path of the dream and go through the dream.

Dreamland.

Dream.

When the ethereal thoughts gradually became restless, Li Yuchen opened his eyes.

"It's a dream. He smiled, "Dream, dreamer." ”

He's talking about what he's been through, what he's doing, and he's talking about himself.

Dreaming, that's what he does.

And he is the one who dreams.

Follow the path forward. It's more about moving forward with your feelings.

There is no road here, only a dark and pitch-black ruin and desolation, fine mud and dust that no one has stepped on for I don't know how many years, and the old atmosphere may still stay in countless years.

The world of darkness is the realm of dim vision.

"I remember, I was here. Li Yuchen smiled and said, "I just don't know how much it has changed, whether it is still the same as it was at the beginning." ”

Smile. After that, he shook his head slightly, and his smile became more bitter.

It's a dream! It's a dream! Everything here is just a dream. It's your own dream!

Even if there is a memory that is deliberately sealed and I don't remember, the traces of the beginning will not disappear so easily, and it is always the traces of the beginning, which carve the memory.

What you forget, you remember.

Lost. Possess again.

I don't know why, there is always sadness in my heart, and if it is sealed, the memory is always sad.

The fine crumbs of dirt under the feet were like the dry bones of once dead creatures, shattered and scattered by the wind. There is only a slight misconception.

It's finely chopped.

Very comfortable.

Unconsciously, Li Yuchen's feet were naked, and the soles of his feet were in contact with the fine mud and dust, and he gently thought about the past through scattered feelings.

Perhaps, it was a big battle.

Creatures frantically fight, fighting for all sorts of ideas, dripping the blood of their enemies with their own blood on the earth, and finally leaving the land with the remnants of their broken shells.

There are many lives lost, eternity gone.

Some of them were alive and left silently.

The bones are in the wilderness.

Burial of bones in the wilderness.

The bones are the wilderness.

There are only bones in the wilderness.

This is what once was, there is no why, only the difference between life and death, only what remains of this.

"The battlefield of the Three Realms, is this what it looks like?" Li Yuchen asked softly, and couldn't help but sigh, "Is it like this, countless corpses and bones have forged the glory of the battle." ”

The one-sided result is like the dim vision at the moment, there is already such a result, as for the rest, there is no need to go back all the time.

Many lives have died, countless lives have been lost, and this is the final result.

When the splendor of life ends, everything is quiet.

I have felt the past, silently wandering on the road, waiting for some traces of bones to be left, and seeing a lonely place full of death and decay.

A lonely place, but also a former place.

"There's something over there. Li Yuchen said, "Go and see." ”

Talking to oneself is the comfort of a person, and it is the most common performance.

He appeared in the center of the dead breath, and saw the decaying aura tightly wrap around a small black flower, trying to swallow the trace of life breath that he had so finally encountered.

"How can this be?" he was a little angry, "it can't be like this!"

A very firm tone, expressing his heart in the simplest words, and also using the simplest way to expel the dead air in this area.

There is no more place for death, no more decay.

He looked at the small black flower, and his still delicate face showed a warm smile.

"I've met you. He said softly.

As if it should be said like this, as if it shouldn't be said like this, he said it like this.

There is no difference, because the difference is just a feeling, and it doesn't matter when you don't care, and there is no need to exist.

Looking at the little black flower, he felt very comfortable.

There is no reason, no reason is needed, simple happiness is the happiest.

He crouched and watched.

Stretch out your right hand and gently touch the small black flower.

"You're still sucking my blood!" he laughed, watching the blood flow from his fingertips, not angry at all, "If you're happy, suck some blood, I have a lot of blood." ”

It seems like a stupid thing, but just like saying it, the things that should be continued continue.

His blood brings life to the little black flower, and he can feel it and be happy.

"Anyway, I don't have anything to do, so I'll be here with you. He smiled and thought about it again, "It's a good feeling to stay here." ”

He sat cross-legged beside the little black flowers, occasionally thinking about things, occasionally talking, occasionally looking at the sky, occasionally touching the little flowers.

There are many occasional, many occasional superimpositions, which are all that remains in time.

"I don't know why, but when I see you, it feels familiar. ”

"I don't know why, I don't want to leave when I see you. ”

"I don't know why, but I'm happy to stay here. ”

"I don't know why...... I will wait for you, always here and waiting for you. ”

There were small flowers in his eyes, and bits and pieces of the past emerged from the depths of his memory, bringing that calm mind to the restless environment.

In his sight, a small black flower gradually took on a color other than black.

(To be continued.) )