I Was Once a Legend

Three months after the relationship was determined, Cui Zuojing moved to Dong Zheng's residence.

His rent is a bit far away from the company. With Dong Zheng, the two people can commute to and from work every day without paying the rent of 3,000 per month, and the living conditions show an exponential improvement. Although they are already in a relationship, Cui Zuojing I'm also embarrassed to eat the whole house and live in other people's homes.

Of course, Dong Zheng's residential property is not cheap, but compared with the rent, it is cheaper. I don't know how much.

Time passed like this every day.

Work, eat, sleep, hold hands, hug, kiss... For most people, there will not be too many thrilling and O-Henry transitions in life, but it is this ordinary warmth that has already let them two Feeling completely happy.

At 11:30 in the evening, Dong Zheng finished washing, Cui Zuojing was leaning on the bedside looking at a book waiting for him, he was not used to wearing pajamas, the warm yellow light of the reading light spilled on his shoulders, flowing along the body Next, finally covered in quilt.

Dong Zheng opened the quilt and went to bed. He glanced at the name of the book, the first in the series by Dan Simmons.

"Is it good-looking?" Although he has heard the name for a long time, Dong Zheng has never read it.

Cui Zuojing didn't look up: "It's beautiful, especially the first two works, the works of the gods, I have already brushed four."

Dong Zheng gave a kiss and kissed the corner of Cui Zuojing's lips. The young man turned his head and the two exchanged a kiss.

Lip scored, Dong Zheng did not disturb him anymore, took his tablet, and handled work emails.

The content of the book Cui Zuojing has been fully remembered in his heart, but every time he rereads, the poetic language and the mixed style of dreams and coldness can always bring him new surprises and feelings-

"You were chosen as one of the shrike pilgrims and returned to Hyberian." the voice continued.

Hey

"If the expelers occupy Hyberian, then we must destroy their spies. No matter what the cost is, we must seal the time burial mound. The fate of the overlord is here."

[Can you see this sentence?

Cui Zuojing was stunned, and he was sure that he was not dazzling, and gray text did appear between the paragraphs!

The strong sense of unrealism struck again. His hand holding the page unconsciously exerted force and quickly browsed down—

At that moment, the consul suddenly realized that he was the only emotional creature on this unnamed planet.

[You have been in your dream for a long time]

The consul remembered the euphoria of hunting and the same solitary consolation when he was alone: ​​loneliness.That was the loneliness he got after Heberian endured countless pains and nightmares.

[Please wake up quickly]

The mysterious Shrike Church allows pilgrims from the outside world to depart on a cruise ship to the long and windy and rough place around the light tombs at the northern foot of the mountains.No one has come back from.

[I’m running out of time]

It violates all physical laws and communicates only through slaughter.Although the cabin was very warm, the consul still shivered.

The night and the storm passed.It was about to break dawn, but what came sooner than the dawn was a precursor to another storm.

[Please, wake up quickly]

Cui Zuojing's fingers touched the words that should not appear in disbelief. He grabbed Dong Zheng's arm and said, "Come and see this!"

"What?" Dong Zheng was taken aback by him, and he leaned over to see where Cui Zuojing pointed, and also saw the few lines of prayer-like text.

"what is this?"

"I don't know. I bought this book when I was in college. I have never seen it before. Why is there such a weird thing?"

Dong Zheng turned to the previous pages and read all the texts since the phrase "Hey" appeared. He didn't understand what was going on. Was someone intentionally mischievous?But since Cui Zuojing moved to live with him, no one else should have touched it.

Dong Zheng couldn't explain it either. He frowned, and could only say: "Don't think about it, who might be a prank."

"Are you mischievous, that really shocked me." Cui Zuojing also lost his mind to continue reading, he put the book close on the bedside table with great care, and lay back, recalling the words, softly. Tao: "It's strange, I often feel like everything around me shouldn't really exist."

Dong Zheng also got serious, because the situation Cui Zuojing said also appeared to him: "When did it start?"

"Sixteen, I feel pretty serious."

Both were silent, and after a while, Cui Zuojing said: "You said... Will the brain in the jar really exist?"

The brain in the tank is an interesting hypothesis: when you are operated on by an evil scientist, the brain is immersed in a Petri dish, plugged in electrodes, and rely on computer programs to produce all kinds of senses and ideas, you can even be entered into the code,'feel 'To yourself is reading an interesting and absurd text here.

So how should one guarantee that he is not in this dilemma?No one has yet come up with a convincing answer.

"Or... the dream space, maybe I am being invaded by the dream robber and lost in my dream?"

Dong Zheng: "It may also be Chumen's world, but I don't think there is an answer to this question. It's as if you are reading a book, reading the stories of those people in the book, how can you know whether the people in the book are actually reading? How about you?"

Cui Zuojing fell into contemplation, Dong Zheng smiled and rubbed his hair, said: "Don't think about it, no matter whether it is true or not, as long as I am happy and happy, and live up to my life."

"It's true." Cui Zuojing sighed. "I'm already very happy now, but I still care about it."

Dong Zheng put down his tablet and turned off the reading lamp. The bedroom fell into darkness. He was holding Cui Zuojing's hand in the quilt and whispered: "It doesn't matter, no matter what, I will accompany you."

"Participate in the exhibition? Do not go." Hearing this extra arrangement, Dong Linhai subconsciously refused.

Dong Yi raised his eyes and looked at him, "The charity painting exhibition requires you to take your family with you. If your brother wants to work, he can only take you with you."

"What's the meaning of my going to the art exhibition? I don't have any art cells, I can't understand anything." Dong Linhai pouted, but he wasn't the kind of kid who knew nonsense especially, and said, "OK."

So that day, Dong Linhai, who ended one month after the college entrance examination, followed his parents to the charity painting exhibition. This charity dinner was as boring as he had experienced before, and he sneaked away until the end of the opening.

Dong Linhai walked along the gallery, and soon the voices in the banquet hall faded away. His father might spend a lot of money to buy a painting that he didn't understand completely, but whatever he wanted, he thought about his money. Just spend what you spend, anyway, do charity.

Dong Linhai stopped, he didn't know where he was now. There were large and small picture frames hanging on the walls on both sides of the long corridor, which were different from the delicate, abstract and post-modern paintings in the exhibition hall. The color contrast is very strong and the visual effect is very strong.

In the dim bedroom, holding the girl's tearful bear tightly; the twin towers in the far distance of the vast snowfield, the huge spider cocoon hangs in the center, like a miracle left in the ancient times; the cruise ship broken in the middle by countless tentacles; from the ground Crawling out, stretching out the demon god covered with bone spur wings to cover the sky and sun; performing a circus with a malformed show; from the platform built in the giant branches and leaves, the red and black trains are leaving... These realities are never The scenes that may appear, full of fantasy and magnificent scenes, are presented in front of Dong Linhai.

Dong Linhai was deeply attracted. He carefully examined the paintings. Everything above was familiar to him as if he had seen it with his own eyes.

But he was pretty sure that he saw these paintings for the first time.

"Sorry, these are non-sale items, the exhibition hall is on the other side." The girl's voice came from the end of the corridor. Dong Linhai turned to look at it. It was a girl of his age, with curly hair loose and loose, and the facial features were exquisite. A doll, wearing an apron for painting, and there are traces of paint on his fingers that have not been washed.

"Are these all painted by you?" Dong Linhai asked, glancing at the train leaving the platform on the tree again. A strong sense of familiarity struck again, and there was also a subtle sense of unreality.

Wangque smiled embarrassedly: "Yes, the painting is not very good."

"No, I like it very much." Dong Linhai backed away and admired a little further. Suddenly, he saw a painting in the far corner.

The picture was hidden in a shadow that was not illuminated by light. It was a blue room, empty and empty. There was nothing.

At the moment when he saw the painting, Dong Linhai only felt the sudden pain in his chest. He sighed and raised his hand to cover his chest, as if there was a knife stabbed on it.

He forcibly looked away and looked back at Wangque, asking: "Can you ask how did you think of drawing these?"

Wangque said: "Every time I raise the brush, blurry pictures often appear in my mind, so I draw them out."

"Is it really not for sale?" Dong Linhai asked again without hesitation. "The price is negotiable."

Wang Que hesitated for a while. As a quasi-university student who usually spends a lot of money studying art, she doesn’t want to spend money with it. Although she likes every one of these paintings, if she can hand it to someone who likes it, She will also be very happy: "Which one do you want?"

Dong Linhai thought for a while and pointed to the train map, saying: "Is this all right?"

Wangque nodded: "Yes."

Dong Linhai didn't know how much the normal painting should be priced, but he thought of the abstract works in the lobby that were tens of thousands to tens of thousands, and decided to try out the tenth price first: "How about eight thousand?"

Wangque was taken aback by this number, and quickly waved her hand: "No, no, it's too high."

"Although I don't know much about art, in my heart, it's worth the money." Dong Linhai made sure that he didn't lower the price. He was relieved and immediately took out his mobile phone to transfer money to Wangque. "Yes, I still pay I don’t know what your name is."

"My name is Wangque, the bird bird's bird." Wangque didn't expect that she could meet a young local tyrant. Seeing the other party made up her mind, she wanted to make so much. The excitement is more happy that someone really appreciates his work.

Wangque carefully removed the frame from the wall and handed it to Dong Linhai, who took it in his hands and looked at it again.

The black and red train exited from the platform at the top of the giant tree to an unknown destination.Who will sit in this car and what kind of story?