I Want to Hang Around in the Moon

"Because children have the right to make mistakes?" Ji Lingling, who has accepted the inheritance, of course knows why only children can make choices, because even if a child makes a wrong choice, there are adults to help make up for it.

"But grandpa is gone. If I really did something wrong, who else would--" Lingling whispered more and more, and finally lost her voice.

"My master, what you know is only a matter of a parallel world. Even if you make a wrong choice, the elders behind you who you don't know will support you and pay for that mistake instead of you."

He Xian's eyes flashed gloatingly, and there was a deep sense of banter in his eyes, "Besides, those people's favorite thing is to watch people's jokes in a safe place, and it's time for them to try it out."

"Sister He Xian, why did I suddenly feel that I wanted to resurrect Grandpa, after hearing what you said, it seemed silly?"

"Aha," He Xian let out a laugh, "Although I said so, it still has nothing to do with you. No matter how you say it, the person who watched you grow up is indeed dead, even if there are other worlds Exactly the same existence as him, that is not the grandfather you remember."

Ling Ling raised her head and looked at He Xian's eyes, those eyes were clearer than the blue sky, reflecting her own appearance, and then she saw many "grandpas" through these eyes, but she knew that there was something in it. None of her grandpas belonged to her.

Her world was too small. Growing up in this small environment, she had no time to realize the vastness of the world, and was thrown into the bottom of the sea by the oncoming wind and waves.

"Okay, we're going to Tianchi next, and then at night, use the astrolabe to enter Mingtang Fengchan, and then use [God's Will] to fulfill your wish."

Saying that, Chord flicked his sleeves again, and the Eight Diagrams Gate appeared again. This time, those golden hexagrams were obviously much dimmer. After seeing it, Chord frowned slightly.

"Sister Hexian?" Lingling raised her head as if feeling something, and looked at Hexian, "Do you feel uncomfortable?"

Hexian smiled warmly, pinched Lingling's face with his hand and said, "Don't worry, it's just that when you return to Shenzhou, the suppression is a little bigger. After all, the belief here has been abandoned, and I was already mentally prepared when I used Haijinliang. "

Saying that, without waiting for Ling Ling to ask again, she walked into the portal with Ling Ling.

When their figures were young, a faint sigh came from Shesheng Cliff, as if lamenting the common people, or lamenting someone's fate.

Tianchi, Huixiantai, Lingling opened her eyes wide and looked at the scenery reflected on Tianchi. She looked up at the distant mountain peaks for a while, and looked at the reflection of the mountains for a while. She felt that this place was so wonderful that it was indescribable.

It was the first time for her to see a mirror-like lake when she grew up so big, no wonder those people put the entrance of Mingtang here in her memory.

Because as long as it is night, this place will really become the closest place to the "stars".

She let go of the hand of the chord, and ran wildly around Huixiantai. The extremely beautiful scenery here made her temporarily forget the sorrow brought by her grandfather's death. Although she will accept a cruel fate next, at least she is very happy now. happy.

He Xian also walked to the edge of Tianchi and bent down, stretched his hands into the cold lake water and flicked slowly, the water waves rippling round and round.

Watching the water waves swaying into the distance gradually fade away, she flicked more and more vigorously, and became more and more urgent, but those ripples were smoothed before they left her line of sight.

"Yeah, no matter how hard you try, all the effects will eventually disappear when you go away. So, is human struggle really meaningful?" He Xian withdrew his hand from the water talking to himself, and finally touched the surface of the water lightly. Beat, this beat is smaller than the ripples caused by all the previous flicks, but it has not disappeared.

This ripple spread from the shore on the side of the chord to the center of the lake, and then continued to spread outward through the center of the lake, and then turned into ripples and echoed back after hitting the surrounding embankments.

Finally, ripples of different sizes converged on the water surface she photographed, and a drop of water bounced off with a "boom".

He Xian looked at the drop of water that jumped out of the lake, and happened to see Ling Ling running over through the drop of water.

She suddenly felt that this drop of water represented the subsequent listening. Although it was short, it still left the pool and arrived at another [world].

For a drop of water in a pond, whether this small pond is its world or not, it is no different from other water droplets in this pond, not even the concept of "self".

So is its world just a plane? When it jumps out of the pond, does it mean that it has surpassed the limitation of dimensions and entered the three-dimensional world for a short time.

In her eyes, human beings are just creatures enslaved by a fantasy called "self-awareness", a product of accumulated perception and sensory experience.

Because Chord can see all parallel worlds, there are countless listenings in parallel worlds, and there are even no listenings in many worlds.

And those listening are not necessarily called listening, and they may not necessarily have lost their loved ones, and each person's different choices have caused slight differences.

Whether she turns left or right at an intersection every day, or wakes up one minute earlier or one minute later, her life is completely different.

However, in her eyes, every listening is the same, just like the computer developed by human beings, the so-called copy and paste documents.As long as she is willing, every listening is listening.

At the end of the day, humans are just programmed to believe 100% that they are someone, when in reality, they are nobody.

And as long as people who come into contact with her will slowly undergo a transformation called "normalization", in other words, all selves in parallel worlds will unify their spirit, experience, and soul.

In the ancient age of the gods, He was worn by the destined people, allowing the rulers to reach the realm of exercising the power of God in a human body. For this reason, He has become the target of human competition since the day he was born.

What happened before His eyes was often the bloodiest and darkest conspiracy, killing and deceit.

Mother and daughter, mother and son, sister, sibling, sibling, brother, husband and wife, father and son, father and daughter. (Digression: The blood relationship is really developed and established according to the arrangement I wrote.)

From these slowly established blood ties from matrilineal society to patrilineal society, to the later pyramid system with more strict hierarchy, nothing has changed in any way.

After all, there are very few special beings, and there is only one person who can stand at the highest position. So in the last battle of the Age of Gods, when Heaven and Earth chose human beings to be the masters of the next new generation, she was wiped out by those in power. All the records have become things passed down from generation to generation by their clan.

And the other thing that matched him was permanently sealed in the place of annihilation, and was accompanied by starlight all day long.

In fact, for these tool spirits, gaining self-awareness may be the greatest misfortune.To some extent, they are the other side created by the root and separated from itself. In fact, according to the laws of nature, their kind of life should not exist.

They will not die, disappear, or even fall into deep sleep. If they are sealed, they can only stay quietly like this, and they cannot even give up the choice of thinking.

In the end, they can only keep praying and being used by others. This is already their greatest happiness.

"Sister He Xian, what are you doing?"

The voice of Lingling was very close at hand, and when she heard this voice, she realized that at some point, Lingling had squatted in front of her, her bright eyes that had not been completely polluted by the troubled times were looking straight at herself.

The sky did not know when it started to get dark, and the evening sun was slantingly pulling out the shadow of listening.

"It's nothing, are you not playing, listening?" He Xian looked at the ground where there was only Ling Ling's shadow. After a long absence, he felt that it would be better to stay in this world, because this is the world she saw again after being sealed for thousands of years .

"I'm tired, and the time is almost up. I want to chat with Sister Hexian—with my current body." As she spoke, her eyes darkened, and she raised her head to keep her tears from falling.

"Listen, do you hate me? After all, you don't have other choices. If I take you to another world, you will still be able to see your grandpa." He Xian's ears were filled with these ethereal words. At this moment, she I feel that I have become the same as those who have been watching in the past, which is extremely hypocritical.

Lingling imagined following the chords, then shook her head as if awakened, "No, because if I pass by, then that Lingling will disappear."