Into a parallel world

There is a legend that Pangu split the heavens and the earth with an ax when he woke up. Since then, there have been heaven and earth, and his body has turned into mountains and lakes.

According to a legend, there were originally ten suns in the sky, but Houyi shot down nine of them. Since then, there has been a regular alternation of day and night, and the warmth of spring and the blooming of flowers.

"But these are all legends, and they are all known from other people's mouths, so they may not be true." Qiao Ye argued with a frown.Ming nodded, stroking his smooth short hair and pettingly said: "Yes, so it's all a legend, baby, don't take it seriously."

Qiao Ye frowned when he heard this, and said unhappily, "Don't call me that, and where did you hear these legends? Why do I feel so familiar."

Ming shook his head with a smile and nodded Qiao Ye's nose, indulgently said: "But Ah Ye is a naive baby in my eyes, these legends are of course..." You told me.

I can't help but recall the first time I saw Aye, the billowing black smoke, the choking smell and the burning flames, such a man with a clean smell suddenly pulled him who was on the verge of death, just one glance, that His throbbing emotions overwhelmed him, even though he was on the top of the cloud, he heard God whispering in his ear: Doom is inevitable.

He is not a person who likes to remember things, but as long as there is everything about Qiao Ye, he is willing to sit there for many years, holding a cup of tea to savor the unexpected year.It was so hard, but also so happy.

Knowing the taste, he didn't want to just let the person who accidentally broke into his world go, he thought, he needed to use some means to tie the person by his side as it should be.

who I am?In fact, it’s not completely accurate in terms of the angle of view. He and I are not from the same world, and it’s not even clear whether he and I are of the same type.In my world, I am an awe-inspiring existence. I feel lonely because of the supreme power. I stand on the top and look down at the subjects. I pursue a higher stimulation-conversation with God.

God is neither God nor a ghost. His existence is similar to my existence. For example: Aye is a three-dimensional person living in a four-dimensional space, and I am one dimension higher than him. I can look at him without any cover , seeing his past and future, permeating everything about him, just because I am one dimension higher than him, and his world is one level lower than mine.

To Ah Ye, I am an unknown god.So in the same way, "God" and I have the same argument relationship, he just exists in a higher dimension than me.The world is boring and I'm tired of it.

I made a bet with the "God", and I got my wish and got excited, but in exchange of equal value, what I reaped was a life in jeopardy.Looking at this fire, am I going to die?In this me-centered world, will I hang up?

It was at this time that I realized that I was not the center of the world, but the real center was Ah Ye.

'Come here and give me a hand! '

I still remember how he eagerly begged these indifferent ants to help me in the middle of the crowd.I couldn't see his appearance clearly, and the blood flowing from his head kept blurring my vision, but I could clearly see his anxious appearance.I am very curious, a person who has never met before, what drives him to lend a helping hand to a stranger without hesitation?

I was saved. I survived this round from the 'operator'. I investigated this boy named Qiao Ye. He was eighteen or nineteen years old and lived a self-reliant life. The boy in the photo was the same as the one I came into contact with. Boys are different.

Against the red background, his smile is shy, his obsidian eyes are like dusty pearls, cowering in a dark corner, and at the same time praying for light to shine on it, or a gust of wind blowing, Blow away the dust that has accumulated for a long time, and show it should have light.But he is still afraid, eager and self-sufficient, confident and humble.

Why does such a person have such a calm and firm voice at a critical moment?Why the fresh confident scent?He couldn't help recalling that the broken car door was opened vigorously, and a young man with a frowning and handsome face poked in. His old-fashioned appearance made him think that the other party was in his twenties. Although the surroundings were full of flames, he was immediately in full bloom when he arrived.

That night, I went into his residence openly, and took a close look at this dusty pearl, which was cute and alienated from everyone, but I discovered his secret—he was not a species of this world.

So where does this lovely little pearl come from?Is it a spy sent by the 'operator' or is it a low-latitude mistake?From his eyes I can see his past---a past that does not belong to offline identity.

I can't see his future. He is not from this world. To be precise, the soul in this body does not belong to this world.Look what I found interesting?

He must be very unfamiliar with everything here, a world full of unknowns, both ugly and beautiful, looks so similar to his world, but after all, this place is a higher level, so everything he experienced began to disintegrate his inherent cognition.The so-called 'world' is nothing more than the macro-consciousness formulated by a more advanced 'operator'. I am willing to transform into a species he is familiar with and observe this glass bead I picked up. I think it is better to be swallowed by other ugly things. Come and wipe it clean, then take it apart and eat it.

Unexpectedly, although he would shed tears, he was braver. He was indifferent, but his heart was extremely warm, like a kind of fudge, with a hard shell on the outside, but extremely soft on the inside.I'm still thinking, without my guidance all the way, would he panic and cry, or would he be more indifferent and build a wall of heart?Maybe [-]/[-] on both sides.

Kissing his trembling eyelids, I think tears must have drowned the kindness in his eyes and froze the warmth. From now on, there will only be a world of ice and snow, and no more spring flowers.My poor and dear Aye, the malice of the world has never let you go, and its kindness is also stingy and stingy, so you won't mind being wrapped in my arms, will you?

'leave me alone! '

'who are you? '

When I thought everything was under control and he couldn't leave me, why did he suddenly start to be afraid that I loathed me?Even... don't know who I am?At this moment, I suddenly felt that the supreme position was far less important than an acknowledgment he gave me.

'who I am?where am I? ...'

I began to be afraid of hearing the words of prayer from his mouth. The prayers and breakdowns in the words made my heart feel unprecedentedly uncomfortable. I wished I could dig it out and tear it up. kind of pain.

who I am?For you later, it could be the existence of 'Lu Fengluo' or Taotieming.