Strange, the endless silence on the open plains was terrifying to the bone just now, but now it gradually calmed down…
"Will I die here?"
The fear subsided a little, and the fish began to bubble again.
"What is death like?"
"You don't have to work anymore? No need to put on an act anymore? "If you're lucky, you'll be able to jump out of the martial arts world and no longer be forced to do so…" As his thoughts ran wild, Jason could not help but shiver.
He looked at the unintelligible thoughts floating around like meteors that flashed past. They were both real and illusory. They did not seem like things in his mind, but it was impossible that they were not. His thoughts were fleeting, as if they had escaped from time…
" What's wrong?"”，Something seemed to have happened just now, but he couldn't remember the exact details.
When he closed his eyes, it was dark, and when he opened his eyes, it was gray.
As he tried to recall, Jason blinked his eyes hard, switching between black and gray.
Suddenly, a memory appeared in his mind. He had fallen asleep just now. In his dream, he wondered if he was dreaming. So, he bit his finger and woke up in pain. He looked at his ten fingers again. There was no trace at all.
Wasn't this trick always used to check if he was dreaming? Could it be that he had made a mistake now…Where there is a dream, there is a reality…Right, reality!”Thinking of his current situation, he was immediately shocked awake.
It turned out that she had just woken up from a dream. This time, she was really awake.
However, before he could finish his thought, a doubt that shouldn't have followed him like a ghost. Was he really awake?
Jason subconsciously wanted to test it again because this question was so important at the moment. At this moment, the only thing he could still distinguish was this matter.
He placed his finger in his mouth and bit down hard…
It felt exactly like the dream just now
…
Was this a dream or reality?
Jason's mind went blank. He realized that he actually did not have an absolute way to distinguish whether the memories he recalled at this moment were memories from reality or memories from his dream…
Wait, it seems like it's not just memories
A vague thought flashed through the shadows in his heart---Whether in his dream or in reality…In the end…he was the only one who was testifying for himself…
When he thought of this, he could no longer see the clear and self-evident boundary between dream and reality.
Everything…Only endless emptiness remained…
A dream that could not be proven, could not be separated, and could not be called a dream?
One green bean, one red bean, one green bean, one red bean…
He would know as much as he could count. What did he know?
Red beans, green beans, and their numbers.
Then what was all this?
It didn't matter. He just wanted to know.
Because of this, a man kept counting. This was also the only thing he knew. He had to "know".
Until one day, due to an accident, he forgot where he had counted-the most important thing in his life-and in his panic, he even forgot the difference between red and green.
Even in that moment of forgetting, when the 'difference' returned to its starting point, the 'difference' itself did not matter anymore…
Was it the end of the world?
It didn't seem like it.
However, he was still stuck at the " starting point " that he had never returned to before.
In a daze, he put down the beans in his hand because it was not only "red" and "green". In his disappointment, he realized that even "beans" seemed to be non-existent. The only thing he could do in his life was completely an illusion, but it was also because of this that he could keep counting…
Because of the need to "count", there were "beans"; Because there were beans, they believed in numbers. This was because the "number" trusted the "beans" even more…
When she was awake, she saw reality, and when she was asleep, she saw a dream.
In the past, reality and dreams were so clearly separated. At this moment, weren't they just green beans and red beans that couldn't be distinguished…
Not to mention all the other differences…
"Absolutely impossible! Are you crazy?”
These things that came out of nowhere and seemed to be imaginary scared Jason, who had regained a trace of his rationality in a flash. However, the moment he struggled, a fact became clearer and more naked in front of him. The world in this "meaning" had no support at all, no hand, unless you "thought" that you had caught "something".
But this "what" will not be responsible for your "thought"…
This crazy world seemed to have an answer that was not an answer.
On the other side of the shore, although people were in the same world-if that was the case-it did not prevent everyone from coming up with their own "beliefs", and this "belief" was proved by the evidence that they thought they had "caught". Thus, a seemingly absurd scene would always be played out there. People in the seemingly same world "caught" their own "proof" for seemingly the same thing. However, there was no real reason for this " proof " to make other people's " proof " the same as one's own-they might even be unrelated to each other-but because this " proof " came from the same thing, people believed that other people's " proof " should be the same as their own, or at least similar. They would measure, judge, entangle, entangle, torture, please, love, hate, and go crazy with each other... He couldn't stop at all.
At this moment, Jason had a real distance from that world for the first time. It was also the first time he had a real distance from the 'proof' mode that he was born with.
"Haha…"
He laughed to himself. There was no audience, and there was nothing to laugh about, but for some reason, he found it really funny. Jason even felt that this was the first time he had truly tasted the feeling of " laughing ", even though there was only the only gray in the sky in front of him…
" If there really is a 'beginner', then everything has never started, and there is no such thing as a beginning.
But before you understand this, everything will never end.
Child, bear with this illusion that you created…"
How was this possible?
In front of this sentence, time seemed to have gone wrong. It was only when he saw this sentence that Jason realized that he had been walking for a long time.
There was no sense of distance, no fatigue, and no reason. He just couldn't stop until he stepped on the crutch covered in knots on the empty ground. It was the old man's crutch. When he saw the few lines carved on it, he vaguely remembered what he was doing.
Looking at these few lines of words, Jason realized that the " recognition " of these words seemed so powerless at this time and place, or rather, he could not exert any strength.
Moreover, the meaning of these words seemed to make what had just happened and what was happening completely lose the weight needed to become "reality"---the weight that had always been there, invisible, but never noticed before...
The wind blew, passing through his fingers and brushing past his hairline.
At the same time, the shallow grass on the ground bent down in the same direction with the wind, like sparkling waves. In an instant, it was like a bolt of lightning that spread into the boundless distance…
This sudden wind was like a divine prophecy, opening an unknown door…
Jason just stood there, but it was as if he had crossed a distance farther than light years in the blink of an eye…
This book comes from：m.funovel.com。