(Long-term serialization, story about dreams, article written by the author with a dream)
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Connection: (III) When "he himself" suddenly appeared in front of him, Damo almost screamed.
"He himself" suddenly appeared, with the same face as Damo. In addition to his outfit and the long gun in his hand, Damo and "He himself" both have midnight black hair, while their slender squint eyes are also sharp brown.
Damo looked at the long gun in his hand of "his own". The black muzzle seemed to be surging Black River water was turbulent undercurrents, and the lights of the Demon Lord's palace swayed. How powerful the power in his hand was. The bolts could block the eastward flow, and the sound of the paddling could shake the warm clouds. The black crossed the boundary marker like a cavalry, and all living beings crawled and cried.
"He himself" looked at Damo obsessed with obsession, like the spring breeze indulged in the dark night without any mistakes.
Let Damo's deep face cover the soul like a warm blanket, let Damo's poetic gaze enter his heart, let him analyze and examine his thoughts, the lonely life of "himself" felt the communication of the soul for the first time, and strength and friendship allowed the abandoned cells of "himself" to be reborn.
The body wrapped in military clothes melts like water in the autumn sentimentality.
After a long time, "he himself" said, "So you... you are really here."
"Who are you?" Damo asked in surprise when he looked at the person who was exactly the same as him.
"He himself" sighed, "I am you. We were one person, but now we are divided into two, but one person will pass by the same place for the second time."
"What do you mean by the same person and the same place? Is it the reason why we are different?"
"You will finally understand the reason why I followed your footprints again. You should look at it before I tell you the truth."
"He himself" took out a book with a strange pattern on the cover and slowly opened it.
The softest fiber bun in Damo's heart suddenly surged through the softest fibers.
"He himself" was opening the book, the moment when "He himself" finger touched the title page, those stories as empty as the moonlight or as hot as flames surged in Damo's emotions. The moment "He himself" opened the book, crystal light bounced out, and three-dimensional colorful images immediately reflected in the hall.
So green, so continuous jungle, the breeze blows, the mountain mist is misty, like the smoothest silk satin, like... her gentle eyes.
"You follow me, isn't it just showing me these?" Damo asked "he himself".
"You should continue to watch, the more you see, the more you understand, but sometimes things show the back, not the front."
"He himself" shook his head and wrote, "When we were alone, you or I used to lie next to the street in the middle of the night, with bright and unrestrained light flying in the dark eyes, enduring the pain of her exposed legs being cut by the cold wind, just to see her beautiful dancing posture like a snake demon."
"What are you talking about?" Damo couldn't help asking again. "Saying some messy words makes me fall asleep like I watched the palace maid's dance, and when I wake up, you will say that you are finally here."
"Have you forgotten?" "He himself" continued Wen Ning with a look of Damo's reproach. "So, do you remember the desert? When we pass by, we will see green vegetation and animal bones. You once amazed at the harmonious coexistence of life and death, and imagined how she walked alone. Do you remember that full moon night, when she sang ancient songs in the middle of the grassland and danced simple dances. Later, the moon rose higher and brighter, and she gradually floated into the sky. The white flock flew from all directions, dancing with her. Finally, she and the flock turned into petals and fell down..."
"He himself"'s eyes fell on a point of nothingness behind Damo, and his sighing tone was extremely light and low, as if it was a thousand pounds. It took all his strength to spit it out.
Damo was amazed at the wonderful scenes told by "himself". "himself" hand inadvertently opened the book, and the crystal light immediately popped up, presenting a lake in front of Damo.
The sky on the lake surface has no sunshine or moonlight, the deep celestial bodies are dyed by thin ink, the indifferent and shady lake water sticks to the virgin low-key breath, a group of chirping swallows drag their black tails and fly slowly, and the berries-colored claws stand leisurely on the floating corpses of the lake water.
"You should feel very sad, right?" "He himself" said, "But you won't feel this way. You watch those corpses rise and fall in the lake with the waves as calm as you watch the rising sun every day. But they were your comrades-in-arms. When you face the rapid passage of red blood with their lives, you showed extreme hysteria." "Did you forget these?"
"He himself"'s eyes gradually appeared in his eyes, pulling the bolt of the long gun in his hand, and the sound of clicking the sound of the ear drum was astonished as a frustrating ear drum, and damo was stunned.
"He himself" continued, "Just in that inexplicable battle, we were originally a person who was divided into two, just because when we faced her who was already a mermaid, our values were completely opposite, and that kind of opposition was completely incompatible."
Damo shook his head and said to "He himself": "How do you want me to fully believe what you said? We were once a person, but later we were divided into two, without you or me, we were not complete? Perhaps in the end, you and I found that we were different from each other, and no one could take into account the completeness. One of us would leave without hesitation."
"None of us will leave." "He himself" suddenly spoke, "And we can't leave either.
"Why? "
" They are here. "
" them? who are they? "
" Reaper. If you don’t want to be trampled into meat paste by horse hooves, just block the palace gate. "
Damo looked out of the hall, but it was just a dark sky light. When he turned around, "he himself" had already started to push the hall door.
The door was so heavy, "he himself" felt very difficult, and a lot of tiny sweat beads were leached on his forehead.
It was not as light as the eunuchs when they pushed it. It truly reflected the heavyness of a door, and resisted with a kind of rebellious force, but in the end it was closed...
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