After being mistaken for a fellow by Long Aotian

Standing in the vast hall, Rong Haoyu suddenly turned his head.

At that moment, he seemed to hear the voice, but what remained in his eyes was only blankness.

He couldn't remember his identity, nor did he understand why he appeared here.He seems to remember his own name, which is "Rong Haoyu". Someone said that this is a very good name.

Hao Ran is upright, the universe is vast, and a person with such a name must be a very good person.

Who told him so?He couldn't remember.

But he felt that he seemed to be looking for something.He came here for something.

He looked around blankly.Beside him, there are many white walls and many glass boxes.There are many kinds of paintings hanging on the white walls, and beautiful crowns, bronze swords, and beautiful jewelry are displayed in glass boxes.

A child walked beside him holding his mother's hand.And there were others in the hall.Some of them are alone, some are in groups of twos and threes, and some are wearing coats of the same color and peaked caps of the same color.Someone is standing in front of such a group, with a microphone in his hand, talking about something.

He remembered.

This kind of place, this place, is called a museum.

But why is he in the museum?

He walked slowly in the museum.He saw rare oil paintings, statues of the Madonna of mercy, crystallization of wisdom, armor and vases.

The museum is very large, with white walls, gray marble floors, tall white domes, and embossed columns, which look sacred, pure and beautiful.

He was walking in the museum, slowly.

He still couldn't remember who he was.But he knew that he seemed to be doing something when he came here.

He walked past the exhibition area of ​​sculptures and swords, surrounded by bustling crowds.He walked here alone, like a lonely wandering soul.

What is he here for?

Finally, he walked to the oil painting exhibition area.On the wall at the end of the exhibition area is a huge mural of Our Lady.

In the mural, the holy and beautiful woman folded her hands on her chest and lowered her eyes.

As if looking down on everyone.

looked down at him.

Rong Haoyu stood under this huge miracle.As we get to the end, there are fewer and fewer people.

The laughter went away from him.

What is he still thinking about.

He saw that on both sides of the mural, there were two spiral stairs.The stairs are very long, leading to the exhibition hall on the third floor.

Exhibition hall on the third floor.

The first floor is western oil painting art and sculpture.

The second floor is the art of seal cutting.

third floor...

His forehead started to hurt.

The Virgin looked down at him.

He seemed to vaguely remember who he was.

He is a junior student, and he came here to see the special exhibition on the third floor.

What is the special exhibition on the third floor?

It was like a... art exhibition.

A great, ancient literary, statesman, painting exhibition of all his life's paintings.

It was as if something was burrowing faintly in his scalp.At that moment, he seemed to understand something.

Yes, he came here for this, to see this, and came here.

He wanted to see...something.

A sudden sense of urgency hit his heart, and he seemed to hear someone growling in his heart, calling him.

That's too late.

It's too late.

It's too late.

Quick quick quick quick quick.

What's too late?

He looked up at the white, long staircase.Climb all the stairs, and the high place under the dome is the third floor.

The gallery there was where he was going.

Rong Haoyu stepped on the steps, his hand touched the handrail, feeling slightly cool.

A faint sense of urgency welled up in his heart, and besides that, there was also a strange sense of bewilderment.

'I shouldn't... be here. '

The feeling of bewilderment disappeared when his fingers grabbed the armrest.

He started walking up the stairs.

The stairs are so high that there seems to be no end.He climbed step by step, faster and faster.

When his figure completely disappeared on the third floor, the statue of the Virgin Mary on the first floor with hands folded on his chest turned his eyes.

In the entire oil painting museum, all the portraits turned their eyes towards the third floor!

All the tourists are still laughing and making noise, bustling.They didn't seem to notice the weirdness of the oil painting at all, and it seemed like...

They were originally part of this world.

Rong Haoyu reached the third floor.

At the end of the steps is a door, inside the door is a special exhibition.

There is a "cleaning" sign next to the door, perhaps because of this, there are no other tourists inside.

There are dim lights in the special exhibition. The lights are not too bright, perhaps to protect the ancient paintings displayed in the window, but they are enough to illuminate the contents of the paintings.

Rong Haoyu involuntarily pushed the sign away.

Step by step, he walked into the door from the bright outside.

The outermost window displays the biography of the owner of the exhibition.Rong Haoyu stopped and tried hard to read the writing on it.

"Zhou... Zhou what?"

The owner's name is indistinct.

He was born more than 1000 years ago, when he was a teenager suffering from bitter cold.The biological father is disrespectful, the aunt is not loving, and the biological mother is unknown, she seems to be a sinful woman.

Before the first imperial examination, he was involved in the upper-level struggle due to an accident, so his first imperial examination opportunity was ruined, and three years of his life were stolen.

Three years later, he paid homage to the chief assistant of the previous dynasty as his teacher, returned from Nirvana, and took the number one examination. He was famous all over the capital for a while.Even his elder brother, who was famous for a while, was later identified by the history books as a traitor and traitor who was "short-sighted, greedy for fame and fortune, endangering the people and even treason because of small profits", he had to bow down.

after that.

He quelled wars, appeased the people, and was an upright and upright official. Some people even said that he controlled the intelligence organization of Jingguo, and he was the person who stood behind every emperor and secretly guarded the scene.

His whole life was like a clear breeze and a bright moon, he emerged from the mud without being stained, and there was no trace of filth that could contaminate him. Even the envoys of the enemy countries had to be impressed by his charisma.He is good at politics, calligraphy and painting, sensitive and eager to learn all his life.He has never married a wife in his life, but he is not alone.Most of the literati and celebrities in the dynasty were friends with him, including the later Patriarch of the Xie family who was known as the "Yushu" and Yan Jia who promoted the women's school by himself.

He has done many good deeds in his life, brought up many orphans in the war, and accepted many disciples, and his peaches and plums are all over the world.

He is very interested in life, writing poems, painting, raising flowers and plants, and making some homemade sweet snacks.It is said that the master's cooking skills are not very good, but the sugar water he made later is the best in the world.

He assisted three monarchs in his life. The No.1 monarch is very short-lived, the No.2 monarch is a conservative monarch, and the No.3 monarch is well-known throughout history. He led the Jing Dynasty to break ground and laid a very deep foundation for the nation. Empress Ronghan, who has never been invaded and peacefully evolved into a non-monarchy, but is half-deviled because of her too iron-blooded methods.

He is good at painting.The master produced many excellent paintings during his middle age, and it is their content and unique technique that make them of great historical and aesthetic value.While most painters were good at painting landscapes, this master focused on depicting the city with original techniques. The local customs and world development level he recorded are of high research value.

In his later years, he resigned from his official position and traveled around the world for more than ten years.Every time he travels, he draws the scenery of that place.He is a national player in Danqing, and every painting is a supreme treasure, and every painting is lifelike.Connoisseurs say that the most rare thing about this master is that he is not simply recording the scenery. His paintings have a different and long meaning, as if they are conveying something.

In this life, he died at the age of 87, which was an extremely high longevity in ancient times.In his later years, his legs and feet were not good, and his head became confused, so he stopped traveling, but stayed in the capital and painted many paintings.He finally stopped breathing on the rattan chair in the small courtyard, with a smile on his face.His life was happy and satisfied, and even his funeral was full of sorrow and honor.

Historians have never understood why this elegant and gentle owner has been stubbornly living in the courtyard in Zhuque Lane for decades.When the queen offered to renovate it for him, he did not agree, but only let people repair the crumbling part of the house, and kept the other furnishings as they were.

Their conclusion is that because he has a clean sleeve and does not pay attention to material enjoyment, he is more focused on exploring the joys of life such as travel than material things.

Most of his paintings in his life are displayed in this exhibition hall, and at the end of the exhibition hall is the only portrait of the owner when he was young that has been passed down to this day.

The hall was silent.However, Rong Haoyu didn't know why, his fingers began to tremble.

week……

week what?

He dragged his feet, step by step along the gallery, to the depths of the exhibition hall.

At the beginning of the exhibition hall, there are some ordinary paintings. Those paintings seem to be from the owner when he was young, and the skills and painting skills are not very good. There are still lifes such as flowers and trees, and there are also living things with different moods.

Rong Haoyu found that the owner seemed to like painting peach blossoms very much. As for living things, only civet cats and dogs were painted vividly.

He continued to walk in, stepping on the black and white tiles, and the paintings seemed to be getting more and more sophisticated and beautiful with the passage of time.

He saw mountains and rivers in spring, grasslands in summer, wheat fields in autumn, and snow and ice in winter.

He also saw the hustle and bustle of the streets and alleys of the capital at that time.The owner seemed to have spent several years patiently painting a long scroll showing the scenery of the entire capital.He saw the slogans on the blue tiles and white walls, children with books on their backs, and adults doing exercises in the square.He saw the clear and smooth drainage system, and the orderly order of life.

He saw long canals that were completely dredged over the next few decades.Ships come and go on the canal, and commerce is flourishing.

He saw Xizhou, and saw the people inside who were educated but kept their own customs, and there were no more diseases.

He saw the Garden of Mercy, where orphans were adopted.There, the orphans read loudly.A figure in blue clothes, with his back to the crowd, was teaching.Surrounded by those people, he looked gentle and happy.

For some reason, when I saw the blurry figure in blue.

He suddenly began to palpitate.

He continued to walk deep into the corridor, only hearing his own footsteps.

He went from his youth, to middle age, and then to old age.

What appeared in front of his eyes were countless landscape paintings.

The lonely smoke in the desert, the cliffs and cliffs, all the rivers return to the sea, and the misty river.

Small bridges and flowing water, warblers singing at spring dawn, colorful butterflies playing with flowers, Jiangnan water town.

The scenery of the southern country, the rare and exotic animals, the mountains stretching, and the bizarre.

The visitors stopped in their tracks.

He stood in the corridor surrounded by all the paintings.They are all so beautiful and gentle, as if the world thousands of years ago was so peaceful and beautiful.

They surrounded him, and he seemed to be watched tenderly by them.

Rong Haoyu's shoulders began to tremble.

He has a splitting headache.

Rong Haoyu didn't know how to paint, but at that moment, he saw all the skills.

It turns out that the so-called communication and skills are like this.

It is a pair of eyes.

That is not a tiled landscape, but the world seen in...a pair of eyes.

All the paintings, all the scenery, all the gentle beauty are the world seen by a pair of eyes.

What the master wants to convey is such a world.

He conveys the world in his own eyes to another pair of eyes that have no luck to see this world.

A pair from...

The eyes of the millennium.

This is the whole life of the master staying here, and it is also...

What the master left in this world spanned more than a thousand years and finally reached another person's eyes.

A love letter he wrote throughout his life.

He didn't know what the world he came from was like, but he read and pondered what he left behind until late at night.Finally, he spent the rest of his life unfolding the things you did one by one, and finally, it became what he wanted.

After that, he was old and resigned.He traveled all over the world to be moved by those beautiful scenery, and recorded them with paintings.His brushstrokes are delicate, slowly, stroke by stroke, Danqing calligraphy, depicting a love letter that will be passed on thousands of years later.

His heart is full of love and longing, so his life and paintings are also full of tenderness and happiness.

He had become his salvation, and he had become his star.

Thousands of light-years separate them.So he traveled across time and space, allowing him to see the starlight thousands of years ago.

Let him see his happy and fulfilling life, and the most lingering, but firm and long-lasting love and longing that transcended time and space.

No one can find traces of their love from history books.Until thousands of years later, he came to this museum.

And at this moment, he saw the starlight reaching his eyes, the starlight that only he can see in all worlds, all time and space.

Rong Haoyu heard his panting and the beating of his chest.He felt like a blown bellows containing a gigantic trembling volcano erupting violently, lava pounding his heart.

He saw his vision blur.All the paintings came together at that moment and became a person's life.

The head began to ache like it would split open.He turned around suddenly.

He started to run.

Run quickly.

He was running in the corridor, and countless paintings merged into colorful streams and flashed past him, as if decades of scenery were passing by his side at high speed.Decades of life are so short, but millennia is so long.He can run through the corridors full of paintings, but he can't run through the thousand years of time that separates him.

He stumbled and ran faster and faster, all the speed was just to reach the end of the corridor, the only pure white exhibition hall, the only brightly lit place——

portrait of the master.

Finally, he stopped there.

And slowly raised his head.

On the white wall is a portrait of that person.This is a strange room, with white marble floor tiles, white walls, and a high white dome. There are portraits that are more than one meter high inlaid in glass picture frames.

He saw the person in the portrait.

At that moment, the whole world stopped sounding.

The young man in the portrait is wearing blue clothes, holding a picture scroll, with black hair tied behind his head like a waterfall, staring at him tenderly.

It was his most familiar face from 1000 years ago.

He stared blankly at him, forgetting to breathe.

The portraits are separated by glass.He looked at that portrait, at the most real future.

that portrait.

that person.

A monument he could never reach.

Numerous tiny shadows protrude from the junction of the wall and the floor.They hit the youth in the middle like countless chains or stucco.

But the young man just stared blankly at the portrait.He put his hands on the glass, from the hand that covered the young man holding the scroll, all the way up.

He touched the young man's face.

The young man in the glass is still smiling gently, his eyes seem to span a thousand years, looking at the lover who will come for an appointment after a thousand years.

Then, that hand.

Weakly slid down the glass.

"Hopeless."

Above the vortex, Number Five made an indifferent voice.He looked at the soul in the vortex, he seemed to have given up struggling, and let the blood-red tentacles drag him into that world.The expanding world branch is roaring excitedly, all the future will be written at that moment, leading to the only and new direction.

He looked at everything silently, with regret in his eyes, but the serenity of completing the task: "But even if we stop here, all the time loopholes have been filled, and the world line has been completed. Now we can seal this world, and it ended perfectly."

Five stood up.He looked one last time into the depths of the vortex - the end leading to another future.

The future where Rong Haoyu never returned to that point in time.

Rong Haoyu sank into that world.The feelings from Zhou Xun, who never saw him again thousands of years ago, were so strong. His persistence in writing love letters all his life and conveying his hopeless love to thousands of years later through paintings firmly anchored him in that time and space.

Rong Haoyu can't break free from the deepest feelings of the person he loves the most, and doesn't want to break free.

He will merge with that distorted end time and space, become a part of it, or be swallowed up and digested by it, and finally annihilated.

That's how it all ends.

"Number Five, you're a half-baked guy." The girl said suddenly.

"What?" Five frowned.

"You don't understand the meaning of the existence of 'water puddles'. Do you think it is longing? Actually it is not. What can form 'water puddles' is not such a simple and weak thing." The girl said, "It's that I want to see another A person's mood."

"What do you mean?"

"Otherwise, how could Rong Haoyu notice those 'water puddles' at the time points he had not arrived before? Could it be that Zhou Xun in those 'water puddles' would miss someone he had never met. And Rong Haoyu , will miss Zhou Xun at a time he has never seen?" The girl said, "That is not missing, but Rong Haoyu's lonely mood of wanting to see Zhou Xun every moment."

"He wanted to fill all his lonely puddles. He wanted to see him, so he went." The girl's long hair was flying in the air, and her expression was full of indifference, "This is the puddle, and now ..."

"In the depths of all time and space, someone wants to see him. And he, wants to see another person."

"That should be the end of the story."