"Who am I? Where is this place?"
How could these simple facts that even an idiot could confirm become unsolvable questions?
But at this moment, Jason really couldn't deny the most direct and real presentation.
If there was even one person here who supported his original idea, which person in the world across the bridge who had lived for more than twenty years was not like that? -- His faith would immediately return to the track of the past.
But now…
For the first time, Jason realized that the people he had never cared about before were so important to him. Even if they were meaningless to his goal, they were also a contrast to him and even defined the meaning of all his goals.
But without all the witnesses…
The back of a person who had always been sleepwalking in his dreams appeared in his mind. This person in the dream was affected by the ever-changing images in front of him. He was always chasing after those images. There was a vague distance between the two. Everything was there, as if it was within reach. However, if he chased after it, he would never be able to reach it…
This was too idiotic, too cruel, and too fantastical…
Did the dream lie to him, or did he lie to himself?
Wait, that person's face turned around... It was strange and familiar, like himself, and like anyone he had seen on the other side of the bridge...
"Pa!"
Jason slapped himself hard in the face, trying to get his mind back on track.
"I am me! I'm right here!"
It looked like he was roaring at the unreasonable old man, but in fact, he was venting his dissatisfaction with his own wavering under his guilt.
That's right, in this place where he had lost all his reference points, if he lost the last bit of faith that he relied on, then…
" Alas," the old man sighed softly, as if he was talking to himself." But where is this 'here'?"”
Upon hearing this, Jason actually understood the hidden meaning behind this seemingly unreasonable question. It was the simplest truth that everyone ignored. However, he did not dare to think further along this line.
"You old psychopath! You are the only one who can't figure out what everyone knows!”In his distraction, he could no longer care about the most basic courtesy.
As soon as the words left his mouth, even Jason himself could feel the despair and hysteria. However, this was the only resistance he could make now, even though he had a faint premonition that this resistance would ultimately be futile in front of the old man…
"So what if you bring out 'everyone'? " No matter how many people there are, you are the only one facing everyone…" The old man who was still smiling paused for a moment." What's the difference between this and the situation you are facing here?”His tone was deep and slow, like an adagio played by a double bass.
Jason had wanted to run away after he had defended himself, but he had no idea how to escape as he was on the verge of going crazy.
Although the old man had a premonition that his resistance was futile before he spoke, just like everything he had done since he came here, he did not expect the final judgment to come so lightly. It effortlessly pulled away the last life-saving straw in his heart…
The sky was a pure gray color. There were no clouds or stars.
Was this the sky or the bottom of the sea?
To the boundless or to absolute suffocation?
Under the cover of the darkness, the ground was a pure grayish-green color. There were no flowers, no trees, and no impurities.
This is a carrier? Or crash?
"No matter how many 'everyone' there are, you are the only one facing 'everyone'…What's the difference between this and the situation you are facing here?”There seemed to be some kind of indescribable magic in these words. Jason felt that all his senses were irreparably losing their effectiveness.
He was in a daze, like a wooden stake standing upright in the wilderness.
Everything just happened. Who had it to do with it?
The only movement came from the air entering and leaving the nasal cavity. Was this considered breathing?
Did everything that was happening in front of him really exist?
If this was in the past, this question would never have been brought up. The truth was clear and firm.
But now?
After losing all the circumstantial evidence, Jason suddenly realized that this so-called "firm existence" suddenly seemed to have no idea where to start…
He had always been in a situation where he could not get out. Was the so-called "firmness" really in the world on the other side?
Why did the old man's gentle question turn this seemingly more solid than the earth, which made everything in front of him solid and real, into powder and disappear into the air, leaving only this seemingly unchanging reality in front of him. After the "solidity" was removed, it became within sight…No, it was even touchable but unreachable…
After an unknown amount of time, Jason blurted out the words from his petrified mouth," I want to go back…I want to go back…I want to go back now…" One string after another, like the bubbles spat out from the mouth of a fish.
"Where are you from? Where are you going?"
" I want to go back to the other side... the other side..." Even this simple answer did not seem like a conscious reaction.
"Your answer was 'Where are you from?'，Not 'Where are you from?'"
Being passive was not Jason's style. Even at this time, his personality genes were not completely dormant. When the old man asked, the genes automatically responded like a frog's reflex." Then…do you know where you came from?”Taking advantage of the moment when he seemed to have recovered, he asked back.
The old man shook his head. His expression was like a smiling fish. He rolled his eyes and looked at Ah Jie, but it was as if there was no such person in his eyes." I don't know where I came from…and I don't know where to go…"
Looking at those exceptionally clear and bright eyes, the old man was not blind, but that was no longer important.
Such an answer appearing in such a place, such a moment, in front of such a person…
Jason could not remember how he left the old man. When he regained consciousness, he realized that the bicycle was long gone, the river bank was gone, and the old man was nowhere to be seen. All that was left was the endless wilderness and the breathing that was still happening.
This time, it was completely clean…
"Where should I go?"
This question appeared automatically. For the first time, Jason suddenly sensed the existence of some kind of 'automatic mechanism' deep in his consciousness.
The reason why it did not notice it in the past seemed to be because it was as invisible as the air, and it was constantly urging all kinds of thoughts and actions in it--even now was no exception--and in the world on the other side, there were all kinds of gravitational forces that responded to it, making it have to "go" whether it was willing or not...
Wait a minute…the problem did not seem to be where the direction was, but the "want to go" itself…
At this thought, it was as if a mirror had appeared in front of his eyes. From it, he could see everything that he had seen in the past, but he could not see the thoughts that made them come true…
No wonder he couldn't get out…He never really went out…
At the thought of this, Jason was like a deflated balloon. His legs went soft and he sat on the ground, not wanting to go anywhere else.
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