Then it is lost, the body and mind are forgotten, and it seems as if it exists and as if it does not exist. If it exists, it is a little thought in his mind that appears with that mixed sound, and he feels that the self exists in an instant, and if it does not exist, it means that the thought that appears in his mind at this time is no longer the self of 'Lu Zheng', and everything that is identified in his mind is blurred, and the self that appears with these sounds is no longer Lu Zheng, but only 'he'.

This 'he' doesn't even feel like a human being, but only knows in a chaotic knowledge that he can make all kinds of sounds, and 'he' has made sounds in the past, and 'he' is making sounds now. The difference is that in the past, because he was vibrated by many different sounds from the outside world, he also made all kinds of different sounds. At that time, the sound of 'he' was completely involuntary, it was vibrated by the sound of the outside world, and the whole self was like a piano being played, making a sound with the plucking of external forces.

And the voice that 'he' is making now has begun to get rid of this passive situation.

First of all, it was 'his' voice that slowed down, and gradually could not keep up with the beat of the outside sounds, and there were many dislocations and desynchronizations. In the process, 'he' began to slowly break away from the influence of external sounds, independent from those mixed sounds, and had his own rhythm.

When he finally stopped making a sound due to the influence of external sounds, 'he' fell silent and stopped making any more sounds. No matter how noisy the outside world is, how tempting. 'He' was always so quiet, not at all touched.

But at this time, 'he' is not ignorant, and all the voices of the outside world are still hovering around him, constantly transmitting various voices to 'him'. He can still distinguish every sound clearly, feel every vibration in it. Gradually, at some point, whether it was intentional or unintentional, and whether it was active or passive, he suddenly began to imitate the vibrations of each of these sounds and make the same sound. Just as loud. The same low until they become exactly the same, unable to distinguish each other.

After learning one after another, it is in the process of this imitation. But 'he' began to undergo an even more wonderful change.

'He' threw out all outside voices. No more imitation of them. Instead, they have their own rhythm and rhythm and begin to make their own sounds. Sometimes he wants to be louder, so he makes a louder sound. Sometimes I want to be a little deeper, and those voices become a little deeper. At this time, the voice of 'he' is no longer influenced by those voices from the outside, but from within himself.

The so-called inner is the place where 'he' appears, the source of that little bit of thought. Just before 'he' uttered his voice, it was like a spring gushing out of the ground, and a lot of thoughts poured out of the source of his thoughts. There are seven kinds of minds, some are joy, some are angry, some are sorrowful, some are meditative, some are sad, some are fearful, some are surprised, and so on.

Each of these seven minds has a special vibration that is different from the others, and is capable of producing a unique sound. What is surprising is that these thoughts were hidden in the mind early on, and they have not been discovered by 'him', and they have been sleeping.

And now, every mind seems to be awakened, and they are beginning to come alive. When each of these minds became active, 'he' began to make sounds again, and it was the sound of these seven minds that did not touch anything external. Sometimes it's a single mind that makes a sound, sometimes it's any two, or three, or at most, and up to seven voices can make a sound together.

Unlike before, when 'he' was influenced by the voices of the outside world, when 'he' made the voices of his mind, 'he' was able to influence the voices of the outside world in turn. When one of the minds makes a sound, some of the outside sounds with the same vibration begin to echo. When each voice of the mind is issued alone, the voice of the outside world can echo it.

And these echoing voices do not exist alone, as these voices of the mind do, but exist in each of them.

Gradually, 'he' suddenly understood that the voices from the outside world were also composed of these seven mental voices, sometimes two, sometimes three, and no more than seven. And because the order in which it occurs is also different, and the order of interlacing is also different, the sound produced is so varied that people can't tell it. But just as the voice of 'his' mind vibrates, all the same voices begin to seek each other. It turns out that all the voices of the outside world, in the final analysis, are just changes in these seven voices. In this way, the seven voices of the mind in the source of the mind can find themselves in the outside world.

He realized that he could hear the sound of all things because the sound of all things was in his heart, not because he had ears, and they were heard by his own ears.

At this epiphany, 'he' suddenly had a clear idea that he should have ears. Aware of this, suddenly, 'he' came to his senses again, and the voice of his mind returned to the source of his mind and hibernated, silent, and then the source of his thoughts quietly turned into thoughts, and 'he' saw himself again in his mind.

The moment he saw himself again, the voice of the mind in the source of the mind came alive again, alternating sounds, sometimes one, sometimes several, and after these sounds he heard a sound of déjà vu.

First there was a loud cry, then a chaotic babbling, then all sorts of strange wriggling sounds, all mingled. Slowly, at a certain point, the sound began to take on a peculiar pattern, becoming orderly, becoming purposeful, and finally the voice of speech appeared. The voice lasted for a long time, and it took a long time for 'he' to understand it again, it was a child growing up. Until suddenly one day, a voice suddenly said: "My name is Lu Zheng, I heard them call you Tang Xiaojiu, then I will call you Brother Jiu in the future!"

Lu Zheng finally woke up and appeared again!

Lu Zheng, who woke up, rediscovered the existence of his body, but he was still in this strange state, and countless voices resounded in his body. He listened curiously as these voices echoed in his body one by one, and finally found that these sounds were actually from his own body. It is the traces left by the vibration of sound in his body again and again, and at this moment, the voice of those hearts is reproducing the vibration step by step!

So, in the midst of one voice after another, Lu Zheng re-experienced his life for more than ten years. The voice of his mind imitates not only his own voice, but also the voice of others, and even all things, and the instrument that produces them is his physical body!

His physical body was like a harp at this time, and all his previous experiences were played by these seven minds.

One by one, the familiar, the unfamiliar, the separated, and the parted people, reappeared in their own lives, in such a strange way. Simulate them one by one with your own body and mind, as if you were another self. Tang Xiaojiu's voice, Lao Song's voice, Xin'er's voice, Le Zhongping and Li Yi's voice, it turned out that each of them actually left such an imprint in their own body and mind.

For a while, Lu Zheng really felt that they were really in his heart. And when he voiced them, he couldn't even tell whether they were himself or they were them. Just as he began to make a voice from Akimi, he repeated a story that Akimiyang had told.

After waking up, he couldn't help but ask himself whether he had turned into a butterfly, or if the butterfly had turned into himself, whether he was dreaming just now, or was he in a butterfly's dream at this moment......

I don't know how long it took, when all the experiences were completed, Lu Zheng's voice returned to the current situation. As the seven voices of the mind just now continued to vibrate Lu Zheng's physical body, his physical body was washed by the mind over and over again, and all the traces of the past and the physical body were gradually melted and eliminated, until the most reluctant, the voice of the mind no longer returned to the source of the mind, and it was assimilated with Lu Zheng's physical body.

At the end of the day, the seven inner voices of the mind and all the voices of the outside world reached a state of being in harmony but not mixing, the same but different, and everything finally returned to calm.

Lu Zheng withdrew from this strange state, the moment he opened his eyes, he found that he was still lying on the big tree, and his body was covered tightly with cobwebs, fallen leaves, and dust, and there was a bird's nest on his head, and at the moment of his activity, a pair of white birds in the bird's nest were frightened and flew away.

How long has it been? Lu Zheng brushed aside the debris on his body, jumped down from the tree, and the moment he landed, the little beast like a puppy in the grass nest on the side was shocked by him again, and at this time he was twice as big as before.

The little beast screamed frantically at Lu Zheng for a while, startling countless birds in the forest to fly away, Lu Zheng retreated to the side of the tree, and reached out to take the branch that he had put under the tree as a crutch before he fell asleep, and waved it vigorously, but the branch was broken by hand, and it was already withered and moldy, and there were some straw mushrooms and moss growing on it.

Lu Zheng was in a daze, how long did he sleep this night? (To be continued......)

PS: I'm sorry to be late, this chapter has been changed several times. It's the end of the month, please ask for a monthly pass!