The whole world, apart from darkness, remains darkness.
He reached out his hand, but could not touch anything. There was no sense of the ground beneath his feet, as if he were in an infinite black vacuum. He took a step, but could not feel that he had moved - nothing but darkness. Even, numbed to the point of almost losing his sense of himself.
"Where am I? Am I dead?" He shouted in one direction. But just a few inches after the sound came out, it shattered into pieces of black butterflies, vanishing into the darkness.
"I'm dead." He said. If the injured body no longer hurts, it must be dead. I often hear the elders describe what hell looks like, but they are all wrong. There is no hell, only eternal darkness.
"Is there anyone else?" he shouted again. The body was carried away by the murky space, unable to spread, not far.
He smiled wryly, thinking that in such darkness there was no one else, sooner or later he would die of loneliness. Thinking of this, he suddenly burst into laughter. Death of loneliness? Aren't you already dead? Only, I don't know how Gu You is doing, I don't know if I brought him to Gu Ming, I don't know if Gu Ming can bring Gu You back to life.
He is a thief and has never had a good friend. But when he met Gu You, although he was constantly drawn into dangers that had nothing to do with him, he felt an inexplicable warmth. This is what we used to call friendship when we were kids.
I hope Gu You will live, I hope.
I wish to close my eyes, to sleep in the darkness, to sleep forever.
Suddenly, as if a huge axe had cut straight ahead, it pulled a long gash in the depths of darkness. Lian Wu covered his eyes with his palm, for a blinding white light burst out from the dark wound in an instant. The white light gushed out, and the wound seemed to be being pierced by more light from outside, slowly tearing, tearing into a wide hole.
Slightly adapted to the intense light, the palm was lifted, and it was seen that the light was gradually tinted in the dark hole. Familiar colors, the green of grass, the brown of trees, the green of leaves, the red of flowers...
Darkness seems to be swallowed up by all the colors, receding from both sides of its body. The view of the forest finally became complete, only as if shrouded in mist, blurry.
"Brother Lian Wu, you are awake!" A childish voice came to my ears.
Lian Wu's neck was sore and stiff. He couldn't move and couldn't see the child.
"Brother Lianwu, are you feeling better?" Gu Ming's face blocked the familiar forest and entered Lian Wu's field of vision.
"I'm not dead?" "I'm not dead," said Lianwu, feeling a sore throat.
Gu Ming stuffed the mouth of the water bag into Lian Wu's mouth, and the clear, sweet water flowed slowly through his throat. The burning pain in Lian Wu's heart lessened a little, and his throat moistened.
"Are you feeling better?" The child carefully folded up the water bag and asked.
"Ok... "Much better..." Lian Wu still struggled to speak, lying motionless under the tree roots. It was then that he noticed that Gu Ming's face was pale and he looked weak.
"Good child, you saved me." "Then Gu Ming must have saved Gu You, too," said Lian Wu. He asked, "What about Gu You? Is he okay?"
"Brother Gu You... He..." Gu Ming did not go on, pointing to the right side of Lian Wu.
Lianwu turned his head and saw Gu You lying in the grass a few steps away, sleeping peacefully. The white robe was stained with blood and had turned a little black. The grass was growing around him, sparsely. Still as if veiled by a mist, the scene before him was as unreal as a dream. The snow-white dandelions were blown away by the breeze, their light fluff swaying around Gu You's sleeping body, swirling and dancing.
"Is he okay?" Lian Wu kept looking at Gu You's profile and asked.
"He... "Dead..." The child sobbed before he could finish.
Dead? How could I die? Impossible! Lian Wu coughed a few times and said, "Gu Ming, haven't you healed him?" Did you not give it a try?
Gu Ming kept wiping the tears from his face and said, "Brother Lian Wu, I'm sorry, I can't cure him... I'm sorry... When you fell from your horse under the tree... He... He... He's dead..."
"Impossible... He won't die... No..."
"Brother Lian Wu... I performed a ritual on Brother Gu You... But... But... The light of healing would not come near him at all... Just from my hand indulged in the head of the pig read a little shu leech leech sorry core mash to pay thumb 嬖 ?
"No..." No... Lone cry, try again, try again, will you?" Lianwu's tone was full of pleading. He did not believe that Gu You would die, nor did he believe that he would die like this. His lost memories have not been retrieved, and he doesn't even know who he is.
"Brother Lian Wu, it's no use. It's been three days. It's been three days since you returned to the forest. You slept for three days, and life finally returned. And Brother Gu You, three days ago, already..." Gu Ming did not want to say the word "death" again. This word was too cruel, too cruel to him.
Lian Wu gazed at the pale profile and tears slid down the grass.
The lush grass surrounded Gu You's body, swaying gently and creating ripples of pale green in the wind. A few early yellow leaves fell from the canopy, making complex trails in the air and landing on Gu You. In the forest, a sad song of life and death is being written.
Simple funerals are being held in the depths of the forest.
Not knowing where Gu You was from, Lian Wu decided to let his friend sleep in the way a local worshipper of natural harmony. He found a tree trunk that was more than a person's height and had dried up, and chiseled it into a coffin. Then he filled the empty coffin with blue sky flowers and had his friend lie on a soft and comfortable bed of petals.
What was strange to him was that by the time Gu You was placed in the coffin, his body was still not stiff. Though it had lost its warmth, it was still as soft as a living person.
Lian Wu looked at his friend's face in the coffin for a long time, how much like a sleeping child.
"Gu You, you left without saying a word, leaving us in the human world. Smile again, frown again, be angry once more, say one more word. Anyway, don't be as silent as you are now, okay?"
"Gu You, I often recall, secretly recall how we met and how we taught the Knight of Light together. I always pretend not to fight and let you handle everything on your own. Also, I often recall how nice it would have been if I hadn't returned the black word stone to you back then. If only I had made up a story so that you wouldn't have investigated what secrets and your memories were in the black lettering stone. At least you can still speak coldly in front of me for now. I often recall... Recall..."
Lianwu turned her face aside, unwilling to let her friend see her tears flowing so wildly.
Gu Ming stood beside Lian Wu, his little hand grasping Lian Wu's robe and whispered, "Brother Lian Wu, don't cry. Let's start." But he himself was crying his heart out.
Lian Wu and Gu Ming pushed the coffin into the river. The river flowed calmly, carrying the coffin, carrying Gu You, carrying all the longing, carrying all the sorrow.
Lianwu watched the wandering coffin and began to run along the shore. Gu Ming followed him and shouted, "Brother Lian Wu -- Brother Lian Wu --"
Lian Wu kept running as if he wanted to see Gu You flowing to another world, to the eternal world of natural harmony.
As she ran, she sang the eulogy for Gu You.
"Take away the blessings, but not the dust."
Leave footprints, leave no regrets.
Go, go, leave with peace of mind.
Go, go, eternal world, bear witness to your eternal smile.
No more sadness, no more tears.
All the time, be filled with nature and harmony.
May you become the sky ash bird, the messenger of heaven and earth, and then land at my window. "
Gu You is gone, gone. I'm getting further and further away from the world of the dance, so far that I can never cross it. Lian Wu stopped and threw himself into the grass. Grab the grass with both hands, hold it tightly, and the green SAP is all over the hands.
The coffin swam away, taking Gu You away, vanishing into the misty distance, vanishing into the end of life.
Is there really no regret left? Really no more sadness, no more tears? False, all false. Gu You died, but it was the woman he loved who killed him. Those scattered fruits of longing carry all of Gu You's despair.
= = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = prison slave body thin as a piece of paper, with the blood of the hem of the robe in the wind flying. One after another, the phoenix fruit was put into her mouth, and waves of bitter pain attacked her heart.
It was as if countless wounds had been poked in her heart, blood flowing uncontrollably and pain spreading uncontrollably.
She walked a long way until her hand reached into her pocket and only touched the last phoenix fruit. There was no way ahead of her, only a mist of water in the air, creating a hallucinatory dream.
Only the person in the dream was gone.
The prison slave is holding the last phoenix fruit, and all the longing is about to be exhausted. She said softly, "Gu You, eat this last phoenix fruit, and I will never miss you again. Because we will meet in another world and I will be with you. Gu You, will you still hate me? Let me still live in your dream, will you?"
The phoenix fruit's smooth skin touched the prison slave's pale lips.
Her feet moved forward in small steps, slowly, to the end of the road, to the edge of the cliff. Down the straight cliff, mist rose and swirled. The water roared and swirled like a monster, its mouth wide open as if it were trying to devour everything.
"Gu You, will you be there waiting for me?" The tip of the foot left the cliff.
Suddenly, several footsteps emerged from behind, but they did not approach.
The prisoner turned his face and saw a white figure, with a hood over his head and no face visible. But the robe was very familiar.
"Gu You, is that you?" "The prisoner said, his toes falling back to the cliff.
The other person did not speak, standing five meters away, as still as a ghost.
"Gu You, is that you? Why don't you speak?" The prisoner said, wanting to walk over. On the cliff, the crackling sound of stones shattering.
"Gu You, Gu you." The prison slave muttered.
Suddenly, a small piece of stone broke. The fragments fell into the surging water, splashing just a few splashes before being swallowed by the surging water. One of the prisoners' feet slipped and he fell backward. She reached out her hand to the white shadow, not calling out, but murmuring, "Gu You, are you still alive? If so, then you must live well."
A big hand grabbed the prisoner's hand. The prisoner, with a gentle smile on his face, looked at the white figure. The face was still indistinguishable, but the prison slave could tell that this was exactly what Gu You had been wearing when he met him in the church.
The white figure lay on the edge of the cliff, his hand reaching down the cliff, while the prison slave was hanging in the mist, his robe fluttering in the wind like a fairy in the clouds.
She raised the other hand, still clutching the last phoenix fruit. She asked, "Gu You, did you buy this for me?"
The white shadow nodded stiffly.
"Gu You, I love you." The prison slave spoke boldly, and two rosy clouds bloomed on his face, spreading slowly.
The white shadow did not reply. With one hand on the ground, he lightly pulled the prison slave up the cliff. The prison slave landed beside the white shadow, staring at his face in the darkness, and slowly leaned towards his arms.
But the white figure walked in the direction he had come, without saying a word.
Gu You - Gu You - Why did you leave? Why leave me?" The prisoner tried to catch up, but had twisted his ankle as he fell off the cliff, and had taken just a few steps when his body tilted and he sat sideways on the ground.
The water vapor spread and seemed to cover the entire world.
Gu You did not look back, his steps light, and soon merged into the boundless white. Vanishing without a trace, not a trace left. As if it had never been here.
"Gu You - Where on earth are you going? Why are you ignoring me?" "Cried the prison slave.
Is this the soul of Gu You? Or was it a dream? Did he want to tell me something? But why doesn't he say a word? Why did he leave again?
The fruit of love in my hand, shining with a crystal light.
"Gu You, why did you save me? Why don't you let me die?"
"Prison slave, you must live well. Only by staying strong can we meet again." A voice crossed the head.
The prisoner stood up and looked around, but there was no one. "Gu You, is that you? Where are you?"
"Prison slave, it's me. I'm in your dream." Gu You 's voice says,' You must live on with strength. Don't forget, be strong. '
"But where are you? Why did you leave? Why don't you come to see me?"
"I'm in your dream, in your consciousness. If you want to see me, just close your eyes and you can see me."
The prisoner closed his eyes, and Gu You's face emerged from every corner of the darkness. She said, "Gu You, I see you. But I knew it was my illusion, not real. Tell me, where are you? I'll go and find you."
"Prison slave, you can't find me now. Listen to me, live well, we'll meet again. Prison slave, I'm leaving. Remember, wait, we'll meet again."
The sound faded, like a mist, and dissipated in the sunlight.
The prisoner shouted to the sky: "Gu You - Gu You - I will live well - I will wait patiently - wait to meet you again - I wait for you -"
The prison slave put the last fruit of longing in her pocket, for she still wanted to live well with her longing. She thought she would eat the fruit when she saw Gu You again. At that time, the bitter love fruit will surely become very sweet, very sweet.
The Bishop of God took off his hood, his face covered with beads of sweat. He almost exhausted all his energy by delivering the words of "Gu You" to the prison slave on the edge of the cliff with a psychic incantation.
Wiping away the sweat, he moved his lips as if to himself: "Prison slave, when you say we owe each other nothing, my heart aches. The feared thing didn't happen, but we're still enemies, aren't we? We still owe, and I will always owe you. The harm caused to you is something that nothing can make up for. Prison slave, I don't expect your forgiveness, but I hope you can live on with strength."
Two transparent marks were drawn on the bishop's face.