Tianshan Yihuan

I turned sideways reflexively, and Yang Hai at the side nodded to the woman calmly, and walked directly in front of the black panther regardless of my reaction.I wonder if he is very familiar with this black panther. Of course, it may be because Yang Zongzi and I don’t live in the same latitude. I can’t understand many of his thoughts through his behavior, but it’s like a stuffy oil bottle. No matter what he does, he has a strong purpose, although I can't understand this purpose.

When the black panther was completely ashore, I was really shocked by the physique of this guy. How could a normal leopard be nearly two meters tall at the shoulder, and in such a harsh natural environment, human survival is a problem.So it really has an owner, and the owner is very likely to be the "Sama" that the woman just called out.Yang Hai turned his head and waved at me, his eyes calm: "Let's go." After finishing speaking, his figure quickly disappeared into the clumps of reed tents, and I immediately followed, and my heart was ready Prepare.

Unexpectedly, as soon as I entered the reed marsh, I found two strong ropes going up and down. Did people step on the bottom one to support the top one?Looking at Yang Hai in front of him, he has stepped on the rope very smoothly and galloped to the end at a speed no less than running on the ground, I (囧).

As an uncle-level old man who is over thirty years old, I don't think I can have such vitality, but because my poor physical fitness has hurt the people around me too many times in the past.In the first year my brother entered the Bronze Gate, I used to participate in physical training frantically. At that time, Xiaohua always faced me with the expression "you are hopeless". Even so, he was still within the scope of his ability Give me the most help.Along the way, we started a company, he faced a war without gunpowder in the city, and I cooperated with another identity.

The mask can only be a proof that I am still young. What I need to do now is to switch between two completely different personalities.The first time I open my eyes every day, I have to ask myself, who is it today?When I couldn't sleep late at night, I looked at the ceiling and looked back at my words and deeds during the day. Are those in line with this personality?Those were wrong again.When I was in a trance, I would think, what is the point of my own existence?Until then, I was able to understand Zhang Qiling's confusion. He, who was troubled by amnesia, and I, who started all these plans because of him, had the same ordeal.We are all wondering, is meaning itself really worth pursuing?

For me... yes, because I still have that person I want to get back.The moment I landed on the ground on the other side, all my thoughts boiled down to one point - I still want to find him.Yang Hai reversed the light and stopped not far away, facing me, behind him was the fiery red and majestic sunrise that only exists in the desert, he was a little dazed.In a daze, I thought that I had found Zhang Qiling who was probably buried in another world.

"Dingling, jingling..." A series of ringing, bewitching voices, in the morning light, a faltering old man came out of the big yurt that I didn't notice.He wears a towering hat, a forehead ornament made of shells, and holds an unknown stringed instrument in his hand. The copper bell sounds from the hexagonal copper bell tied to his calf.Much like a wizard, I give judgment in my mind.Strange and friendly strange feeling, he stared at me, as if I had a horse face, I looked sideways at the zongzi, and found that he was also staring at me.What's going on with this one and two?

The wizard brought his face closer, and I stepped back subconsciously, but he grabbed my neck.The wizard, who looked old and frail, unexpectedly had such a strong hand, which made me unable to break free for a while.I couldn't avoid the wrinkled face like dead tree bark. I raised my foot to kick him away, but I was surprised to find that Yang Hai had stood behind me at some point and restrained my resistance.How is this going?

The wizard's eyes were like deep wells, and the ringing sound was getting longer and longer in my ears. I gradually lost consciousness. At the moment when I was about to lose consciousness, the wizard said to me: "You are not Wu Xie."

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Countless stars flashed by.I was submerged in viscous black, surrounded by silver shining stars, as if they had fallen into the night sky, and all that awaited me was endless emptiness and despair.Someone told me, you are not Wu Xie.Then who am I?Does it mean that if it is not Wu Xie, I will not have to bear everything he has undertaken?So what is the meaning of my existence in this world?

In the depths of such a beautiful starry sky, there is a corner that even light cannot escape. I was sucked in by the strong gravitational force, like a demon king who traveled through the toilet, with all kinds of meat and vegetables.My head throbbed, and the simple act of opening my eyes exhausted all my strength.The nasal cavity is filled with the unique smell of disinfectant in the hospital, and the ticking sound of the electrocardiogram machine can be heard in the ear. I try to raise my left hand, and find that the needle tube is inserted in the bend of the arm, and the pulse testing machine is clamped between the fingers.This is undoubtedly a hospital, but why am I here.

I looked around with difficulty and found that it was an intensive care unit surrounded by vital signs maintenance equipment.Bursts of pain in the head, especially the back of the head, accompanied by itching as the wound heals.What's wrong with me?Time travel to the main character of the bloody romance car accident?Hehe, I can't help admiring myself for having the mood to laugh at myself.The door was pushed open, and a male doctor in a white coat walked into my ward with a shorthand board in his hand, but his expression was obviously not good, and he was mumbling something to himself.

"This patient may have to be euthanized if he doesn't wake up again. It's really troublesome." He muttered.I was lying on the bed, thinking about the meaning of euthanasia, and finally found out from a lot of materials mixed in my mind, a method for people to die without pain, for example: injecting cyanide.What is my virtue and ability, I finally got the same death method as the father of artificial intelligence.The male doctor was getting closer and closer, and I half-opened my eyes, not intending to attract his attention.Because for a while, I couldn't find a reason to live.

The male doctor pushed the gold-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose, skillfully recorded the parameters on the instrument, and was about to leave.Suddenly his gaze unconsciously swept over my eyes, and then stopped.I figured that if my ears weren't protected by sound-proof cotton, the next scream from him would definitely deafen me. "You're awake, right? Are you really awake? Come on, blink your eyes if you can hear me." The male doctor approached my nose excitedly and asked.Because the trachea was intubated with a ventilator, pronunciation was impossible, so I blinked my eyes as promised.He couldn't calm down anymore, quickly opened my eyelids, raised my right hand and slowly lowered it.After some inspection, he decisively pressed the red button on the bedside.

I was tossed by a large group of strange nurses for most of the day, and I felt that my head was getting bigger. It was really an ordeal.The middle-aged woman who looked like the head nurse looked at me lovingly and said, "Master Guan, your parents will be here soon, don't worry." I don't even know what my parents look like, nor do I know where she came from Where did I infer that I wanted to see my parents.It was said that it was almost here, but I waited on the hospital bed for a full four hours before seeing the Lord.

An old couple who were over half a century old walked towards me supporting each other. The gray hair of the couple was extremely dazzling in the dark ward.Unable to control my body, I just felt my nose sore, and some liquid fell from the corner of my eyes.Still my mother couldn't bear it, and ran towards me quickly. I stared at her feet with fear, worried that she would trip.I began to think of myself as if there was a car accident before, the cause?Someone rushed.

Then, I remembered that I was in a car accident on the way to buy a gift for my grandfather’s 70th birthday. Then, I was a photographer and a travel writer, and I used to travel almost all over China to places of interest and natural scenic spots.I happened to be 24 years old when the car accident happened, and I was already well-known in the industry. smooth sailing.

I was embraced by my mother, heard her sobbing softly, and saw the serious expression of my father standing not far from us, as well as his thin body that could not be ignored, obviously my father was rich in my memory.My mother said to me, today is the tenth anniversary of you becoming a vegetable.So, I slept on this bed for a full ten years, from 24 to 34 years old, from youth to middle age, and achieved nothing.

After a few months, I was fully recovered and discharged from the hospital, and I resumed a normal life amidst the laughter and laughter of my family.This ever-changing era made me very uncomfortable at first. The popular flip phone in 04 was replaced by the current candy bar smart phone. The camera has experienced leapfrog development. Nowadays, almost no one uses film. , the digital camera has become the king of the world.Fortunately, in the past ten years, although many popular photography techniques in the past have been abolished, the general theoretical knowledge has not changed much, which makes it less painful for me to apply for a new job.

I used to be a person who liked to run around very much, but now I don’t like to leave my family very much. I always feel that my life is like a countdown, and the time is getting tighter with each passing day.However, this kind of thought only arises for no reason when I am cooking. I really don't know the reason for my worry. Life is a real dream.

Until one day, a college classmate whom I hadn't seen for a long time organized a class reunion.