The rest of the day was fine, looking out of the car window, it was getting dark. Looking around the four compartments, some teenagers and girls have already taken out MP3s, and PSP ones are listening or playing there. Yang Yi didn't have these things, Zhu Shanhua didn't have extra money to buy for him, and Yang Yi gave all the money he earned to Zhu Shanhua, he never hid his selfishness in his pocket, and he didn't have any extra spare money at all.

He is only eighteen years old, and he is a young man, and when he sees others having fun, he can't help but envy him. But envy is envy, these things can't be owned, and Yang Yi also knows that Lu Dao can't ask for it, so he retracts his eyes and listens to the songs on the radio.

Today's announcer is not bad at taste, and is playing the band Blue, OneLove. The singer's slightly hoarse and magnetic multiple chorus makes the song a perfect rendition, much better than the rock version of OneLove in the Audition.

Onelove－forthemother‘spride

The only love, the pride of the mother

Onelove－forthetimeswecried

The only love, the time when we shed tears together

Onelove－gottastayalive

The only love is to try to live

Iwillsurvive！

I'm going to live too!

Onelove,OhIdobelieve

The only love, oh, I really believe

Oneloveisallweneed!

We all need the only love.

Onelove can be translated as the only love, or it can be translated as the great love, a love that encompasses everything.

Yang Yi listened quietly, revealing a slight smile. Yes, no matter how frustrated life is, even if you are confused by reality, Iwillsurvive, muchbetterthanToday!

Just listened attentively, I only felt that all the illusions I saw were all clouds, and the most important thing was that I was still alive, and my mother Zhu Shanhua was by my side. So we should try to live, there is hope in life, and every day will get better and better.

The eyes inadvertently fell on Luo Linsheng, the person played a PSP, or the new 3000 version, the overall look is thin and bright, and you can see that Lu Dao is the limited edition one. The second young master of the Luo family is really rich, I remember that the Internet said that this one still has to be snapped up, and there is no slow action.

Yang Yi looked at him and found that this tyrannical thing actually used this handheld multimedia platform with powerful graphics and image computing power only for MP3. It's a waste, it deserves to be struck by lightning...... Yang Yida shook his head and kept looking at him uncontrollably.

Just because he kept watching like this, Yang Yi gradually realized that something was wrong.

At some point, the sound of the horn became quieter and quieter, and it gradually became inaudible. Yang Yi listened in surprise, and found that it was not just the sound of the horn that had become smaller, but everything around him was getting quieter, and it felt like his ears were covered by two invisible hands.

Immediately afterwards, the sense of distance between himself and other objects that he felt on the bridge reappeared, Yang Yi just sat immobile like this, watching Luo Linsheng on the ground get farther and farther away from himself, and pull farther and farther, until all the sounds around him disappeared, and Luo Linsheng's body shrank into a small black dot and disappeared.

I couldn't move, I couldn't shout, and I felt like I was about to drown if I was drowning.

And then there was light again, a little far ahead. Anyone who has ever been on a train will be familiar with this scene, when the car enters the tunnel, the probe looks out of the window, and when it is about to leave the tunnel, there will be a little light, which will expand more and more, and finally form an exit. That's what Yang Yi saw, but he didn't stick his head out, nor did he sit on the seat of the train, he couldn't speak, he couldn't move, he just maintained a sitting posture, sitting on the endless void on the side.

The light grows brighter and brighter, forming an exit in the shape of a tunnel exit.

The next moment, Yang Yi was light, broke through the water, passed through an invisible tough film, and pierced out of the exit.

As the film was breached, there was chaos outside the exit!

At some point, the sitting position changed to a standing position, and I stepped on a solid dirt ground, surrounded by a farmhouse that could only be seen in the medieval European countryside. The river, the wooden bridge, the livestock pen, the windmill, the mill, the cows, the peasants, all come into view, and if it weren't for the chaos in front of him, Yang Yi would think that he has seen a woodblock print of medieval Europe in action.

Yang Yi stood dumbfounded, watching the people in front of him, and it was difficult to distinguish whether he was in a dream or outside a dream. Zhuang Zhou dreams of butterflies, I don't know if the butterfly is him, or if he is a butterfly, Yang Yi is like him, he can't tell which realm he is in.

In 1641, Descartes said in his book "Metaphysical Meditations" that consciousness perceives the world, and everything in the world is indirectly perceived, so the outer world may be real or false. This argument is an important premise of skepticism, and Yang Yi understands it as a first-year student, but this does not mean that he can distinguish whether it is false or true now.

It's just that Zhuang Zhou Mengdie is in a happy mood and is leisurely in the free realm. And the place where Yang Yi stayed was very bad, very bad.

In front of me, there were many people running, dressed strangely and familiarly. Strange because in reality, Chinese people wearing it like this will be considered a spiritual disease. Familiar because it is often played on TV, the inhabitants of ancient European towns in the Middle Ages wore it like this, a coarse cloth shirt with a coat inside, a linen smock on the outside, a strip of cloth tied around the waist, long cloth trousers on the bottom, a strip of cloth tied with a strip of cloth on the calf, and leather boots or cloth boots underneath.

In the sky, a dark cloud pressed straight to the top, so close that it seemed to be touchable by reaching out. There was a thick rancid smell in the air, mixed with the smell of sulfur that Yang Yi smelled at the bridge of the opposite eye, like the dark aura of the legendary hell.

Under the dark clouds, everything was in chaos, and the men rushed in one direction with improvised weapons such as sticks and hoes. The woman screamed in panic and ran in the opposite direction with the child in her arms. The old English Yang Yi could vaguely understand half of the shouting in his mouth, and his vocabulary was full of strange words such as Demon, DarkKnight, Necromancer, and BoneFighter.

The men are still shouting: Holdon! (Hold on!)

Turning back to the women, he shouted: Run! (Run!) Run! Run! Martha, takethechildescapes!

The voice is terrible, like madness!

There were many voices mixed in the meantime, the dogs were barking wildly, the corners of their mouths were foaming at the mouth, and the vicious howls like broken gongs were endless, as if they were attacking something madly. The horses neighed, snorted heavily, and trampled restlessly in the stable, terrified. Chickens, ducks, and other poultry fled in a frenzy, trampled to death in the chaos, shocking blood stains spread on the ground, and feathers flying in the air. Even larger cow-like and sheep-like domestic animals are also running around, and the copper bell under their necks makes a sharp ringing, and there is no longer the usual peace of leisure.

Farther away, there was the dry turning of windmills creaking abruptly in a remix, the dull roar of heavy objects hitting the ground, and the distinctly palpable tremor of the earth. These sounds, mixed with the sound of tearing and screaming, an ancient chant that runs through it, are strange, evil, and destroy people's minds, like the most dissonant sound made by pressing the black and white keys adjacent to the keys at the same time.

An old woman stood by the well, staring at the sky in a daze, her dry mouth trembling and muttering, "wearehelpless. (There is no hope for us.) )”

Suddenly turned his head to look at Yang Yi, his eyes flashed with a persistent and crazy light, and he screamed loudly: "Raymond! Takecareofyourself.Run, Gotothechurch! Run, go to church!)"