[Yuanshen] After full favorability, the dimension wall is broken

The Unsullied Land , and the Last Garden

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"The universe—that is, the upside-down sky."

"The stratum—is a dream that time has forgotten."

"This is ash, the simplest state of the complex structure of life."

"And, this is..."

"--newborn."

You wake up from the darkness, and you see a vast expanse of whiteness.The icy cold wind blows, and a layer of gauze-like mist seems to condense on the towering snow-capped mountains.

There are clusters of snow piled up on the verdant pine trees, rime, frost, cold mountain springs, broken ice that makes a rustling sound when walking on it, and broken walls carved with complex patterns. Makes all your first impressions here.

This is undoubtedly a silent and huge snow mountain.It looks so quiet, but it seems to be hiding something.In your past life, you have been to countless snow-capped mountains in order to collect materials.Mount Kawagebo, Mount Gongga, Mount Annapurna, Mount Chogori, Mount Namjagbarwa, Mount Everest...

But you can confirm that this does not belong to any snow mountain in your impression.

It's a piece of... a place you've never been before.

In the bitter cold wind, you break free from the dizzy state, and then feel a strong, twisted strange feeling.

In your last impression, you returned to your old small rental house and saw the dusk.The evening is so beautiful, the setting sun is burning fiercely, and the clouds all over the sky are dyed with gorgeous and thick rays of light, just like the scenery you have shed tears for countless times.

after that……

"……but,"

"Welcome to……"

You feel a sharp pain in your head, as if something important has been dug up.

But you don't pay attention to these.

You just lowered your eyes, staring blankly at the back of your hands without a trace of wrinkle, and those healthy, slender, young and powerful legs.You suddenly reacted, kneeling in front of the icy lake, staring at the very familiar but unfamiliar face in the icy blue lake for a long time.

You knew who it was then.

...Yeah, of course you do.

This is……

...when you were young.

This is not in line with common sense.Countless thoughts flashed through your brain: firstly, whether it is the technological progress of the earth that has realized the technology of freezing the human body, and your students have frozen you; secondly, whether it is necessary to consider the possibility of some kind of advanced biotechnology; Of course, although it is unlikely, you have always believed in the existence of parallel worlds. Of course, it is also necessary to consider the possibility of crossing over...

You rubbed your temples, only to feel that your brain is still a little groggy.In the blue and icy frozen lake, the reflection of the girl shivered slightly with the water of the lake.Your memory is a little confused, and various pictures flashed through your brain.

Such a scene...

...should have seen it somewhere.

In the ever-flowing, cold lake in the snow-capped mountains, the white birds spread their long wings and rippled slightly as they passed over the lake, trembling slightly with those inorganic eyes that were as blue as cornflower petals .

Appears in memory...

... Whose eyes are they?

A gust of cold wind blows, and you sneeze from the cold.Rubbing your arms, you hesitated for a moment, gritted your teeth, and finally walked forward tremblingly while muttering "what the hell is the weather".

only……

You go faster and faster, full of curiosity about this whole new world.You feel like you haven't looked at the world with such clarity and joy in decades.The legs that have become immobile under the wear and tear of the years are strong and strong again; those memories of encounters and farewells, making your smile and your heart old began to fade slowly, and you seemed to return to when you were just in your early 20s.

When you're just over 20, you're curious about the world.You dare to laugh, to cry, to be stupid, to be hypocritical, you are unscrupulous and stubborn, and you rush to every place you want to go without hesitation.

I don't know when...

...Before you discovered it, the world that started to turn yellow in your eyes became vivid, thorough and full of vitality again.

You didn't understand it then.

You just feel that your body is very light, like a kite; and to a white dove, it seems that you can glide down from the top of a high snow mountain, and you can sweep across the entire unknown scenery by the wind.

You didn't understand it then.

Or rather, you didn't think about it.In the dark, there seems to be a thought without head and tail in your body, urging you to move forward in one direction.

You stepped on the snow covered with thick pine needles, carefully avoided a few broken stones engraved with mysterious symbols, followed the voice in your heart, and landed on the broken bridge lightly like a kite breaking free from the fuse.

You don't understand.You just feel a strange familiarity rise up in you.In the already blurred memory, it seems that something is about to be awakened.

For some reason, a thought suddenly arises in you: You seem to be on an appointment.You want to meet someone—someone with eyes as blue as cornflower petals and a voice as cold as Baikal.His hair was like pale sunlight, but his fingers were as warm as a burning evening.

you are like……

You seem to have made an agreement with that person on something important.

At that time, those gentle, quiet, silent blue eyes seemed to be staring at you so seriously.

He says--

"……alchemy……"

"...What a cruel existence."

The firewood is burning in the simple fireplace, and the pine wood will occasionally make a rustling "crackling" sound when it burns and breaks.The wind howled endlessly outside the camp, and even the air in the warm and safe camp seemed to be slightly distorted.

More than 360 days in a year, more than 360 days here are covered with ice, snow and howling cold wind.Occasionally they stop for a moment, showing rare warmth.At that time, the sky is as blue and gentle as the petals of cornflowers.

But after this rare and precious warmth, there were gusts of howling wind again.

But distorted perspective is sometimes not a bad thing.He admitted that any experiment should strive for "precise" and "cautious"...

...But sometimes, maybe some things can't be seen clearly, so it's not a kind of temporary "luck".

The air is twisting slightly.If you taste the cold air at this time, a strange sweet and sour taste will appear on the tip of your tongue.

He suddenly remembered that when he opened those ice-blue eyes for the first time, through the petri dish, the scene outside the bottle was distorted in some indescribable form.The platinum-blonde long hair floated in the icy solvent, overflowing the entire azure blue lake.

The instruments in the laboratory shone with an icy glow unique to metal, and the gears engaged one by one, emitting a monotonous tone.The cold and calm amber eyes of the woman in front of him were also looking at him with a kind of emotionless scrutiny at this moment, as if they were making a judgment on something.

Endless problems, the threat of being abandoned, the journey full of dangers... The life that others seem to be incomprehensible is simple and happy to him.

After all, he didn't have to think about anything.Life seems monotonous.The expected life runs precisely according to the set program, and its meaning is only to accompany, fulfill orders, and fulfill expectations.

But in the end, "Golden" Reinhardt finally left without saying a word.She left no farewells, no explanations, no embraces, but only a letter of recommendation and a tome, and a final lesson to her creation.

"—Let's go find it."

"Show me the truth of the world, and the meaning of the world—"

"If one day, you also find your own answer,"

"Then..."

The wind outside the camp was getting stronger and stronger, and even the reagent bottles made a slight shaking sound.A corner of the note filled with various formulas and numbers was lifted, revealing a large area of ​​nameless white flowers.

He broke free from the memories, frowned slightly, and looked around the empty camp.The synthesis table was intact, and the sketchbook was neatly placed on the work table; the books were arranged neatly, and a book was on the bookshelf; the latest research was progressing smoothly, and the thesis submitted by Sasuke and Timaus barely passed the test.

but why……

Why should there be no error in the "program" at this moment...

—— "But it seems to be restless because of something?"

Perhaps, he really needs to stop for a while, leave his camp, and go to Mond City.

Whether it is a closed workshop, traveling or looking for materials; the world is a huge, undiscovered treasure house, full of various mysteries.Measure the land with your own feet, turn "unknown" into knowledge, explore the "essence" of the world, and find the meaning of meaningless life...

The brush paused slightly, and he stood silently in front of the canvas, staring blankly at the blooming flowers on the canvas.In this secret studio, this flower has bloomed too many times.They stretch out their petals in different postures, quietly looking at him from the blank canvas.

Obviously alchemy can use the painting book as a blueprint to turn the painted things into reality; obviously he has painted it too many times, and has deeply remembered any posture of this flower; obviously he does not need to be trapped in it, obviously ...

Outline the outline and fix the line art.Prepare the paint and dip it in with a paintbrush.Its petals are white and fragile, and her smile is bright and brilliant.Its branches and leaves are stretched and curled up, and her trembling fingers are cold and warm.

She's in the bottle, she's on the canvas, she's in the soil.She is a stretched life, but also a curled life.

She blooms, she sleeps—

—and he was waiting.

"...If one day, you also find your own answer,"

"Then..."

The brush strokes in the hand suddenly became heavier, and large flakes of paint were like life emerging from a cocoon, breaking away from the framework and procedures, overflowing from the strictly drawn line draft.Looking at the flowers blooming on the canvas, he smiled weakly and self-deprecatingly.

Master, I have completed the subject you gave me.The meaningless alchemical creation finally found its own meaning.

But you didn't come back.

my flower……

...and won't be coming back either.

The small sound of cracking and exploding wood was particularly noticeable in the silent room.The cold wind is still howling outside the camp, but a new life has been born.

You came in tremblingly, looking at the still roaring wind and snowstorm outside the cave with lingering fear.Your heart beats faster and faster, as if something is calling you.You walked by the reagent bottles filled with various solutions, and the slate filled with calculation formulas; she walked by the abstract paintings, and the neatly hung coats.The brilliance of the metal catches up with each other, your lips feel a little dry, and the sound of your heart beating is getting louder.

A possibility pops up in your mind.Like the dreams you've had day and night for years, like the memories that have been blurred -- you seem to be back when it all started.At that time, nothing had happened, and you had not experienced those partings. At that time, you were immersed in dreams, encounters, encounters, reunions, and immersed in the time of dreams.

"...It's snowing."

His voice is the cold and clear water of Lake Baiga.

The arms hanging down, the pale snowfield.The silent studio is full of clusters of flowers, and the rose that lost the gardener is alone waiting for an unreachable possibility.

His bundled hair is the pale winter sun.

"……if……"

His eyes are the bluest frozen ice in the deepest part of the polar region.

"If I can see her again..."

"...Abedo?"

Hesitation, hesitation, such a small voice in the cold wind, made the alchemist who had witnessed countless possibilities in the world tremble violently.He stood up, almost losing all the calm he had been so proud of.

"...how... I'm—"

A trembling, eager hug interrupts all your words.All your questions came to an abrupt end, and you just silently let the young man in front of you lower his head and hug you tightly.His platinum hair was like pale sunlight, his skin was as white and cold as snow, but his hands seemed to be burning.

"...Is this a dream?"

The chief alchemist of the Zephyr Knights, the "Son of Chalk", who has always been calm and distant, hugs you tightly at this moment, hangs his proud head, and asks sullenly, buried in your neck.

"……Do not."

You moved your lips and stretched out your hands to embrace the young man.

"haven't seen you for a long time……"

"If I can see her again..."

"...I'm afraid I will desperately ask her to stay forever."

"……I am back."

The author says:

感谢在2022-03-1317:37:34~2022-03-1611:06:50期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who threw the mine: 1 Dianthus flower girl;

Thanks to the little angels of irrigation nutrient solution: 2 bottles of Jin Xiaoer; 1 bottle of Yu Wen and Zhan Hai;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard! ?