The sky speaks of emptiness, the earth contains heaviness, the world is covered by a nameless black cloth, there is no gap where a ray of light can enter, only eternity, this dead silence.

Looking at the dark space in front of me, I will also consider that I am blind, and I don't know how much time has passed, from the first moment I opened my eyes, my body has been numbly moving forward, step after step, as if stepping on a cold steel plate.

After a few attempts, and finding that I could not control even a single finger, I moved forward with my body in the viscous void, a viscous liquid void, like a mild poison, slowly depriving people of the clarity of consciousness and bringing people into the love and mercy of the god of dreams and death.

In this eternal darkness, my body may have walked mechanically for a year, ten years, a hundred years, and I woke up again by luck.

This time, the eyes were crowded with extremely bright colors, and the sea of blood-colored flowers occupied every corner of the field of vision, it was a flower without leaves, a flower that was slightly curled, and a swaying manzhu sawa flower.

The tall and dilapidated old buildings collapsed sporadically in the sea of flowers, but the remaining ruins also tell the glory of the past.

Ancient stone pillars carved with intricate ornaments and indescribable patterns reach up to the sky, and clusters of manju sawa adorn them, bringing an eerie harmony of life and death.

Far away, the huge bones deposited for tens of thousands of years are quietly sleeping between heaven and earth, and a strange ghost light between the bones is faintly visible, accompanied by heavy and suppressed breathing, which is no different from the current keyboard light.

In addition to those ancient creations, the sea of flowers is still scattered around the four-clawed man-made machinery that has long lost power, and the weapons on it have long since been rusted.

There are fragments of steel cities, remnants of a street corner, the former creations of shops scattered in the streets, and the right eye of a doll blooming with blood-red flowers.

The damaged majestic battleship crossed a sea of blood, and the bones on the other side were not much to lose, and the bow position in front of it was engraved with extremely special materials "not seeing the mountain", across the long river of time, still exuding a palpitating cold light.

The sky was filled with red mist, as thin as a light veil, and from a distance, it looked like a silk curtain, supporting the broken boulders and pavilions that were quietly suspended in the blood-colored space.

Great, now I can rule out the factor that I am blind, I can't help but secretly rejoice that I haven't experienced this flower world well!

I looked around at these strange landscapes, and suddenly noticed a small pavilion in front of me, which was the art of the water pavilion in the Jiangnan area, only more quaint and vicissitudes, bare without a few tiles, and it was an inconspicuous little ink spot displayed in this strange giant museum.

It stood alone on the high ground of a sea of flowers, facing the other side of the sea of blood, with no other creatures around, in stark contrast to the chaos that had existed before.

Something extremely discordant in it seized my curious eyes and pressed me to concentrate all my attention, it was a flowing snow, abrupt and blinding, like a blank space on a multicolored scroll that had forgotten to color.

Is it a person... He sat quietly in a bright robe, looking into the distance alone, with the eternal years in his eyes.

An extremely familiar but extremely strange sense of contradiction rose from the bottom of my heart, my body involuntarily moved forward, I was a little afraid and anxious, but I couldn't stop impatiently, I needed to see him, this most familiar stranger seemed to be the last point I hadn't gotten on the 99-point test paper.

I crossed the long sea of flowers to come to him, and he finally did not have a trace of change in movement, did he fall asleep? Or is the Si people gone? Death, this poignant word, makes me feel sad, like standing in front of the funeral of a best friend in my life, but I don't have any bouquets of flowers in my hands, but it doesn't matter, this is the most suitable cemetery.

Looking at him carefully, the face of the Oriental, the delicate face, the eyes are raising a pool of secluded well water, the waves are not alarmed, and the charm is still not reduced in the slightest; There was not much blood on the lips, and the long inky hair was casually draped behind the shoulders, and a simple hairpin was coiled on the top of the head; The white Confucian shirt is embroidered with exquisite ornaments, and there are bamboo forests and insects and fish.

"Fortunately, there is no such person among my best friends, otherwise I would have to make many girls sad." My thoughts were far away, and I smiled in amazement, and my smile was really ugly.

He just sat quietly, quietly, but under his elegant temperament, it was difficult to hide the faint solemnity, looking into the distance with a lonely gaze, I don't know how many regrets I have seen alone in the past tens of millions of years.

There were tears on my face, fragments of distant memories torn into my mind, vague but not real, and I felt the endless sorrow coming like a high wave, rolling me into it, squeezing my body and mind, and the sea of grief suffocated me uncontrollably.

"You're here?" The man turned his head, his eyes as kind as if he had waited for a friend to go to an appointment on a normal day.

Ten miles of fresh breeze came in, gently brushing away the cluttered memories in my mind, and I sat on the ground, my legs trembling, staring at the original departed Si people at a loss.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry! I'm the one who disturbs your slumber! Is it too late for me to leave? Why don't I pick two bouquets of flowers for you? "I really want to give myself a loud big ear as a reward for the last word.

He smiled lightly, nodded interestedly, and held out a finger to point at me.

"It's too late, I'm going to haunt you in the future."

As his words fell, more than a dozen skyrocketing red lights rose from the ground, the roar of a strange beast was heard in the darkness, and the battleship machinery began to roar. The flowers on the other side flew all over the sky, gradually forming a red tornado with the pavilion as the eye of the wind, I was suddenly scared, was he so angry that he wanted to leave me to be a lonely ghost and look at the stars together? That's too stingy, isn't it?

I shouted the classic lines begging for mercy in the TV series, but there was only the sound of the wind like the sound of a sword, he just smiled faintly, but he stood up, stared firmly at the few dim stars rising in the red sky, and a vast sword intent exploded from his lonely body.

I was gradually submerged by the sea of flowers on the other side, and the dark void embraced me again, gentle as my mother's arms when I was a child.

Bang!

The dull voice sounded, the pain in the back of my hand came violently, I sat up from the bed and looked around in a panic, only the indicator light of the air conditioner flashed in the dark, and the snoring of my roommates was heard in my ears, the moonlight was quietly falling asleep against the curtains, life was still calm, I glanced at the bed frame, rubbed my red and swollen right hand, and only the cold sweat behind me reminded me of the illusion that seemed to be nothing.