The back-shaped building and the central patio seem to be a cage built inadvertently. However, the real cage is actually in the human heart.
With me as the enemy, the enemy is himself. Without words, Luo Ling knows what the 'it' on the other side wants, sinking.
Luo Ling had no intention of paying attention to it, but still walked forward casually, continuing to enjoy the scenery as he walked. Here, except that it was always night, other things like wind, frost, snow, rain, and the alternation of the four seasons could be seen.
, the vicissitudes of life here are just a moment, even if the changes in time and scenery are not decided by Luo Ling, it is still a wonderful experience. There are not many opportunities to feel the changes of time and deepen the understanding of the power of time.
It hugged its shoulders and looked at Luo Ling walking past it with contempt, and hummed: "Your existence really makes me feel ashamed. I don't even have the courage to face myself."
Luo Ling remained the same as before and stopped by a small forest. This forest was the place where he played in his childhood. He had bumped into it before, but mostly he had happy memories. That small forest later became
It disappeared due to the changes in the city, but now it can be reappeared before our eyes, touching the past, and a warm feeling of nostalgia arises spontaneously.
It shuffled over, the corner of its mouth raised in a small arc to show disdain. "Is it really that beautiful?" As it spoke, it pointed with its finger, and transparent ripples rippled in the void like water waves. With this ripple
With the movement, the grove became more alive.
In the woods, a man and a woman were whispering. The woman was leaning against a big tree and talking, while the man was holding the tree trunk with one hand, almost holding the woman in his arms. The content of the conversation between the two could not be heard clearly, but the atmosphere was indeed very ambiguous.
As they spoke, the woman threw herself into the man's arms, and the man first comforted her, and then began to move her hands up and down. The woman pushed back. At this moment, the faces of a man and a woman became clear, not because of the flashlight, but because of the flashlight.
Because of the close distance, the woman's expression when she looked over was full of panic and shame, while the man's expression when he looked over showed disgust at having a good thing ruined and bad luck like shit. The woman was Luo Ling's mother.
, the man is not Luo Ling’s father...
Luo Ling turned his head and glanced at it without saying a word. He stepped forward, walked through the neat rock brick road, opened a door, and entered an indigo-colored rock corridor covered with oil paintings.
It followed Luo Ling, like a housekeeper entertaining guests, introducing the oil paintings in the corridor: "Remember this one? There is a rumor in the neighborhood that the daughters-in-law of the Luo family are unruly. Look at their faces. This
Picture, you were too showy during the snowball fight, so what did these children call you? Bastard! And this picture..."
These oil paintings are like frozen video recordings. Under its control, they will be activated one by one and continue to play. Sometimes, the oil paintings will be expanded into a panoramic view including the background, recording a scene from the main perspective.
None of them can be called beautiful stories.
This was a complete scene. Luo Ling's father was hunched over on the sofa smoking silently, while Luo Ling's mother stood there crying and scolding her. When she got emotional, she even stepped forward and beat Luo's father several times, but Luo's father continued to smoke silently.
"Look, your father is a stereotypical honest man. He has no witty words and doesn't know how to make profits. He only relies on far more hard work than others to make his wife and children live a good life. But hard work in this world may not mean that
You can get rewards, and more importantly, people are used to comparing."
As it spoke, it pulled another oil painting into a full-background scene. A Santana stopped at the intersection, and a man in a suit and leather shoes got out of the car, facing Luo's mother who was carrying luggage. Luo's mother was ten years behind her.
A few meters away, Luo's father was holding Luo Ling's hand. He was holding a cigarette with a melancholy and deep look on his face. The neighbors up and down the road gave him strange looks...
"When it comes to talent and learning, there will always be someone better than you in this world! When it comes to wealth? If you choose Daqianmen, others will choose Greater China! As for 'love', hum, you dare to say that what you can give is the deepest, others
It must be no match? How can there be loyalty in this world? It's just because the price is not enough. How can there be chastity in this world? It's just because there is not enough seduction. You can't guarantee anything except that you love yourself."
Luo Ling remained silent, with deep pain in his eyes, but he had moved on.
Another scroll was drawn into a scene. It was still the small street. At one end stood Luo Ling, holding his father's hand. At the other end, he was walking back with his luggage. The look in his eyes was a mixture of haggard, tired, guilty, and affectionate.
, Luo's mother was in a longing mood. There was no car or handsome man behind her.
"Comparison is comparison again. Only after he (she) is traumatized and feels the pain, and makes comparisons, will he truly understand how good you are. What if this is not the case? What if the new choice is rich in gold but also good-tempered, funny and
What about single-minded love? What will people remember you for? I'm afraid they will think that being with you is a mistake that is not even beautiful, and leaving you is really a great and wise decision, right?"
Seeing that Luo Ling still ignored him, it continued: "The family is back together, but is this really beautiful? What does your father think? Just like Feng Gong's line in the Spring Festival sketch "Rong" said: Just use it as a bicycle
Was it stolen, rode around and then returned?" It emphasized the word 'ride'. "Where's your mother? Put the human instinct of pursuing beautiful things to use here, don't you think she is so
Is it selfish? Can she still enjoy that love with peace of mind? In fact... she can!"
New pictures have appeared, all of which are scenes of a family being happy together. But they have the previous premise, and the filming angles are tricky, making these scenes look full of irony.
"There is a kind of bravery called tolerance. Wow! It sounds really beautiful. I said it should be called self-deception! Cowardice and incompetence! Indecision! Compromise! There are only strong and weak in this world, only conquering and being conquered. Behind the seemingly tolerant, there is a sense of dominance.
It is the need and attachment to the other party that takes the upper hand, rather than true relief and forgiveness. No one can let go, unless the love he (she) has given is itself false, impure, or has disappeared with the passage of time.
Instead, there is a mentality similar to 'living together'."
"One is a weak and pitiful creature. What about the other? A selfish person can easily offset his despicable and dirty thoughts and actions with self-blame that is indifferent and forgotten over time. And what about you? Choose to
This dirty incident is forgotten. This is the truth behind the beauty and joy." It snorted again like a mockery, and then said: "You know this very well. Do you know why 'Everyone who slaughters dogs with righteousness, most of them are scholars who have a negative heart?
.'Because coolness is the essence of human nature, and love, love, and passion are the distorted manifestations of temporary emotional impulses or other emotions under specific circumstances."
Luo Ling glanced at it and continued moving forward without comment.
This illusion is like a machine that is constantly increasing its power. The longer you stay here, the deeper you go, and the more thoroughly the things in your memory are analyzed. This kind of forward depth is not a straight line, but a straight line.
As time went by, Luo Ling turned around and returned to the main building lobby. The scene was no longer the original banquet, but something else.
The content of this illusion includes two parts. One is the illusion created by the illusion itself, such as housekeepers, maids and valets, personal maids, layout and furnishings in the hall, etc., all fall into this category. The second is the illusion in Luo Ling's memory.
Reality is like a grove, and the oil paintings that turn into real scenes are all Luo Ling's own memories. And as time goes by, falsehood and reality have begun to be confused.
Luo Ling's tempting tolerance made it quite irritated. In order to further stimulate Luo Ling, some extremely sharp scenes of disputes and conflicts began to be staged. It cleverly used those originally ambiguous memories, such as Luo's mother's high school suitor.
, once visited Luo's house, Luo Ling's memory was that Luo's mother received him and talked with him, and then he went out to play, but it fabricated the second half of the men and women's reconciliation in the room. Another example is Luo Ling and his son.
When playmates got into a dispute for some very childish reasons, it turned out to be 'sublimated' to the level of conspiracy... and so on, are all exaggerated developments with its argument as the core guiding ideology.
It worked so hard that Luo Ling was slowly freed from the deep pain, and his eyes became calm. When he looked at it, the resentment and anger gradually disappeared, replaced by a look of disdain and awe.
Luo Ling is still moving forward. Since he wants to make a fuss about his memory and there is no way he can stop it, he should take a good look at it and expose it to prevent those negative contents from growing moldy and rotten in the corners of his memory. Those things that are not as good as his will.
Those things that made him feel guilty, indignant, and regretful were presented one after another in this luxurious villa, and were added with added materials and thickly drawn with thick ink, constantly creating ugly content, as if here
It's like a theme park where 'human nature is inherently evil and nothing is good'.
However, no matter how high the quality of Luo Ling's life is, the things he has experienced will be limited. Luo Ling kept walking around the villa and looking at it. He stayed awake for hundreds of hours and finished all the malicious enhanced versions.
During this embarrassing incident, no matter how he instigated and quoted, Luo Ling never said a word, and neither used force nor got angry. He walked around more and more leisurely. He just asked at the end: "What did you create before?"
It started with the scene where I became the demon lord, but now? What kind of future tense are you going to create to satisfy my viewing needs?"
It asked with a gloomy face and a bit of gritted teeth: "How about we go through the tour in detail from the beginning?"
"Okay! Let's continue."
Staring at Luo Ling with evil eyes, it restrained the urge to swallow Luo Ling alive and stayed with him again. Luo Ling continued to wander in this illusory world. This time there was more content, which not only raised those painful memories to unbearable limits.
To such an extent, even those beautiful memories have been tampered with, twisting the beauty into conspiracy and sinisterness.
Then this time the effect was far less than the first time. Luo Ling not only enjoyed watching it, but his eyes lit up from time to time, as if he was attracted by the creativity it showed. Just like this, Luo Ling said: "Let's do it again.
…”
Not just once, but twenty-three times in a row.
By the twenty-third time, the content had expanded to seven days and nights to browse from beginning to end. In this so-called memory, Luo's father had become a man who rode a bicycle to send his wife to cook chicken, and Luo's father had become a man who rode a bicycle to send his wife to cook chicken.
My mother has reached the point where she can’t eat well and sleep well if she doesn’t take in 100 guests every day...
"Do you know that there is no point in turning a blind eye. Escape will never solve the problem. If you don't choose, time will stay at this moment forever." It finally couldn't bear it anymore and said viciously.
"I have plenty of time, let's continue." Luo Ling said.
"I don't believe you can keep going!" It roared at Luo Ling. The pretentious elegance and mystery before could no longer be maintained, and it was replaced by a hysterical and ferocious face.
"Pay attention to your demeanor. Please! You will lead the way this time..." Luo Ling said calmly.
So, another hundred and twenty-three times.
"It feels good! Very good!" Luo Ling said.
It was already a bit hysterical. It was full of hatred and thought: "What does it mean to be very good? Are you still not a man? To expand it a step further, are you still not a human being? As long as you are a human being, you cannot let others ruin your memory like this. Already
It’s too twisted, too tangled…”
"I still want to go shopping. If you are tired, you can take a rest by yourself." Luo Ling said calmly.
"How could I be tired? I can stay with you until eternity." He squeezed out these words from between his teeth.
With a faint look in his eyes, Luo Ling said: "Eternity? That is a truly distant thing. I am not qualified to talk about it casually, and neither are you."
"He actually started talking to me!" It discovered that the joy came so inadvertently. It was not afraid of Luo Ling hitting it or scolding it, but it was afraid that Luo Ling would take it for granted. "Is it really not possible? Excessive modesty is
Pride, eternity, are already within our grasp."
Luo Ling glanced at it, stopped answering, and took steps again as before. No matter how it seduced him, he always looked as if he didn't realize it. He kept shrinking his angry pupils and endured it for a long time.
It took three hours before the urge to take action subsided.
One thousand two hundred and thirty times!
It has reached the end of its skills, and its malicious distortion has reached its limit. The person in front of Luo Ling can no longer be called a human being, but a monster. Every look and every movement contains profound meanings and inner changes, even a breath,
They all appear to match a certain effect.
Twelve thousand three hundred times!
It could no longer fulfill its previous words and could not accompany him any longer. It allowed Luo Ling to continue wandering around, but just stared at Luo Ling with its omnipresent 'eyes', waiting for the moment when Luo Ling gave up or became impatient.
One hundred and twenty-three thousand times!
It no longer wants to look at it, it thinks Luo Ling has gone crazy. This kind of madness looks normal, but in fact it is a manifestation of madness that has returned to nature. It has begun to believe that Luo Ling is the person who can continue visiting the villa for eternity.
1.23 million times!
All the memories of Shenma are already floating clouds. This illusion does not have so many different changes. The scenery has been fixed hundreds of thousands of years ago. To be more precise, all the parts of the scenery have already appeared in the scene, and they pass through at will.
Different combinations can create hundreds of millions of different scenery, but that is meaningless for a person of Luo Ling's level of strength.
Luo Ling finally stopped and it appeared again, "I said, there is no point in escaping. Unless you make a choice, time will be a constant value here."
Luo Ling bared his teeth and smiled, his white teeth flashing coldly like blades, "How I choose is not your responsibility. You should consider now how to spend the years that are not eternal, but can be described as eternity!"