The rain last night stopped this morning.
But after the rain, the sky is still dark, just like the heart after crying sadly, only the painful melancholy is left.
It will still rain tonight.
Tang Ling sat on the window lattice, looking at the quiet back alley after nightfall. It seemed that time was still stuck in last night, and the background of leaving on the other side was still there, frozen by time.
But where is the figure on the other side? She left, not knowing where she was going, and no one knew the answer. All that was left to him was this letter in his hand.
The envelope was a simple white color with only the words 'To Tang Ling' on the envelope and two small words 'The Other Side' on the back of the envelope.
It was such a simple envelope that Tang Ling had been looking at over and over again all afternoon, reluctant to open it.
I don’t know how long this separation will last? Tang Ling didn't want to destroy the envelope, leaving the aura of the other side on the envelope.
As for the content of the letter? On the contrary, Tang Ling didn't care so much. If he didn't open it, it would be like there would always be a concern in his heart, which would not be a good thing.
In the silence, Boss Huang walked silently into Tang Ling's room.
Tang Ling did not turn around, still holding the letter in his hand, staring at the back alley under the window, desperately trying to find the figure who was still there last night.
Boss Huang stood in the room slightly embarrassed. He had something to say in his heart and didn't know where to start. However, Tang Ling still had to be reminded of some things.
After half a cigarette, Boss Huang spoke in a dry voice: "Tang Ling, I know you are sad."
What kind of crap is this? Tang Ling didn't even respond, but he knew that Boss Huang would have something important to say next, otherwise he wouldn't bother him at this time.
Sure enough, Tang Ling didn't respond, and Boss Huang was only embarrassed for a few seconds, and then said anxiously: "Based on the day, tonight is the day of dreaming."
Falling asleep? Tang Ling's despairing heart suddenly felt alive. The sadness before made him almost forget about that person! Yes, it's Kun who seems to be omnipotent.
If it was Kun, would there be a way to solve this matter
Boss Huang is a smart person. When Tang Ling's expression changed slightly, he almost guessed Tang Ling's thoughts.
He coughed and pretended not to know and said: "You see how quiet the Port of Darkness is now. I will talk to you when you come back. Now is an era where everyone is dreaming."
Tang Ling finally moved his eyes away from the back alley and glanced at the Dark Harbor in the distance. Indeed, the Dark Harbor, known as the city that never sleeps, was unusually quiet tonight.
"You know what a dream is like. Its danger and terror will not change just because everyone is dreaming. Well, maybe the difficulty will be reduced. But for you, the difficulty will not be low, because you are a genius, your There is only one goal, and that is the Tower of Babel.”
Tang Ling raised his eyebrows slightly. He had gradually outlined in his mind what he wanted to do and how he should do it.
Boss Huang finally saw a little fighting spirit in Tang Ling's eyes again. He reminded him casually: "Dreams do make people crazy, and many wishes can come true. But I'm here to remind you that no matter how sad you are, there are many dreams. It doesn’t matter what you get, what matters is that you have to live, and only by living can you have hope.”
After saying this, Boss Huang walked out of Tang Ling's room. He didn't look back, but there was a faint smile on his lips.
His words were clearly a hint to Tang Ling to rekindle his fighting spirit and challenge the dream, not because of anything else but because of the other side.
In the past, Boss Huang was not sure whether he could control Tang Ling's rhythm, but now Tang Ling was in such a state that he could be controlled.
**
Sure enough, Boss Huang's words coincided with Tang Ling's thoughts.
When Boss Huang left the room, most of the clouds of sadness in Tang Ling's heart were immediately dispelled. A fiery fighting spirit rekindled in Tang Ling's heart. He cherished the letter from the other side and put it away from the window. He jumped up and rushed into the bathroom.
The cold water poured on his head, but it also extinguished a lot of anxiety in Tang Ling's heart. Wiping away the water stains, Tang Ling looked at himself in the mirror, his slightly pale face and dejected expression looked so unfamiliar.
"Even for the sake of the other side." Tang Ling clenched his fists, the familiar perseverance appeared on his face again, and his decadence was instantly dispelled. This was the self he was familiar with.
Coming out of the bathroom, Tang Ling began to dress and organize his equipment silently. The time when he would fall asleep was not entirely certain, but the slight heat on his arms and the signs of the dream that had been left behind reminded Tang Ling that it would probably take a while before he fell asleep tonight.
In fact, there is nothing to organize the equipment. Because there is a Xingyin Dingwei Blade, but the only worry is whether the Xingyin Dingwei Blade violates the rules in the dream world, and the contents inside cannot be taken out at all
But I think this is also a reward from the dream world. It shouldn't be considered a violation. Maybe it just has certain restrictions
Thinking of this, for the sake of caution, Tang Ling took out a small number of necessities and packed them in a high-elastic backpack.
The dream world is real. Just as Boss Huang said, if you want to get something, you must make sacrifices and you cannot fail.
After doing all this, the Dream Seed mark on his arm finally started to move again. Tang Ling glanced at it and saw that the countdown had finally begun, and there was still one hour left before entering the dream world.
Why another hour? Now Tang Ling had nothing to do. This feeling of having nothing to do but eager to see Kun made Tang Ling feel extremely uncomfortable every minute and every second.
Walking back and forth in the room, Tang Ling's eyes finally fell on the letter sent to him by the other side.
Tang Ling was not sure where his hope lay before, so Tang Ling was reluctant to open this letter and read it.
Now that hope had been rekindled, Tang Ling began to relax.
After only hesitating for a moment, Tang Ling opened the envelope carefully - since he wanted to see Kun, it would be good to have more clues. There might be clues in the letter left by the other side.
Tang Ling couldn't tell whether this idea was an excuse or whether it was true. In short, such thoughts brought him strong comfort.
After all, at this moment, his anxious heart needs the support of letters from the other side.
**
elder brother:
Forgive me, I still like to call you this.
Even though the feelings from the heart have long since turned into deep love, it still cannot erase the weight of the initial warmth engraved in the soul.
So my brother is my closest and most passionate expression.
elder brother.
Do you remember our tent in the settlement? That was a somewhat shabby but big tent.
You never said how it came about? But I woke up at night and saw my mother-in-law bandaging your wounds.
You look like you are in pain, and when you take a deep breath, your ribs are clear from your chest to your abdomen.
I don't know why, I just felt scared when I saw that hideous wound, but when I saw your thin appearance, I couldn't help crying.
I must have been very ignorant in your mind that night, right? In your memory, it should be me who suddenly got up and started crying.
You are obviously very tired, right? After being out for several days, I carried the big tent when I came back, and then I set up the tent alone without waiting for a moment.
At night, I have to face my crying.
I was very young and couldn't express my inner emotions to you, because I didn't know why I cried just because of my ribs.
This has become my regret. Originally, the little stability you earned through hard work, my best performance should be that I should be happy, so that you can feel comfort, right
But assumptions are assumptions after all.
The final result was that you bandaged the wound carelessly and then came to hug me and comfort me.
I remember very clearly that you gently held me in your arms, you were not angry, and you happily took me to see every corner of that tent.
Finally, you smiled and said to me: "Shanshan, now that we have a tent, we have a home."
At that time, I didn’t understand why having a tent meant having a home.
But I clearly felt a sense of peace that I had never felt before. I stopped crying and fell asleep later.
Brother, is there any mistake in every detail of my recollection? probably not.
Because those are my first and most profound memories.
You were thirteen and I was three.
and after
Later, more and more things were added to the tent that I called home.
My mother-in-law and I had a bed, and my brother carefully covered it with dried fennel. I know that fennel is easy to collect, but I also know that my brother often fights with people in order to dry it.
After all, there is only a small area in the entire gathering place where things can be dried. Who can tolerate you drying louvers for something as irrelevant
But you just did it. Not only that, you also brought back sheets and quilts for my mother-in-law and me.
You dig a fire pit in the house and there will always be enough firewood to keep warm at night.
You did a lot, and I remember that I slowly stopped being hungry. I remember that not only that, I also had a beautiful little floral skirt.
Oh, that's the one you've been saving.
Come to think of it, there is nothing to wish for in such a day.
But people are always greedy, and I still have extravagant requests, and the only extravagant request is that my brother should not go out often, and don't go out for several days at a time.
I want you by my side, and I really don’t like to see you looking tired and hurt.
And the idea of marrying you also started from that time. Because people in the settlement would occasionally joke about it - if you marry someone, you don't have to separate
Do you think it's funny? Why is there such a stupid little girl
But now, I have discovered that the wishes you made deeply in your heart when you were a child will eventually be reflected in your later life in a way that you can't even imagine.
But I'm very happy with this impact. If I could choose to spend my childhood with you and then spend the rest of my life in love with you, that would be the best arrangement.
I seem to be a little verbose. When you left, I originally just wanted to write a simple letter, but I didn't expect that I could say a thousand words with just one stroke of pen.
Brother, I hope these memories I mentioned are correct. After all, they are the most beautiful things. No matter how difficult the time is, I still don’t want them to be erased.
I know you have many questions about me.
I also know that out of love and respect you never mentioned anything to me.
But I don’t know how long this departure will last. I had a premonition from the depths of my soul that it would be difficult to stay with my brother again.
So, after much thought, I decided to answer some of your questions. Even though I never want to touch these memories again in my life, I don’t want my brother to have any understanding of me.
And those memories are too painful, so I will try to say it as simply as possible. Brother, don’t worry about this.
I have no memory of before I was five years old.
From the moment I woke up, I was in a scary world. Everything in that world was different from reality, with black mountains, gray water, and many scary monsters.
The most terrifying nightmares may not appear that dark and depressing color.
I stayed there for more than ten years.
Yes, you may have guessed it. That should also be a fragment of time and space, a fragment of time and space that exists to imprison me and train my gene chain.
The flow rate of time is vastly different from that of the main world.
I was very scared and lonely. I was wandering in that world with no memory, and the only person I could contact was my 'adopted father'.
He taught me and brought me the resources to survive. On many days, he was the only support and dependence in my life.
For a long time, I thought every word he said was correct.
Brother, I was shaped like this.
So, after I came back, I didn’t know what was right or wrong and I could do whatever I wanted. But I am glad that maybe you have warmed me for five years and kept my soul from being cold. Even though I was shaped like this, I have not made any big mistakes that I regret.
Well, I just want to say this about this. Listening too much will affect your mood.
As for the identity of my adoptive father, you must have guessed that he is my adoptive father, Tang Long's former adoptive father, and the controller of the Star Council.
I'm not sure about some of my guesses, but what I want to say is that he is too mysterious, sometimes so mysterious that I feel like he has more than one soul.
He is terrible. If possible, I don’t want my brother to be an enemy of him. Maybe I am still the person who has no right or wrong and only cares about what I care about. That’s why I wrote such willful words.
Now, it's late at night.
I think you will be back soon. You can always detect any clues. I have to finish writing quickly and I can't let you discover it in advance.
But as I write this, I still feel like I still have more to say.
Then, just say one more sentence, just one sentence.
Brother, if separation is fate, you should feel at ease. Because I will miss you with all my life.
If life has an end, the soul is truly endless.
Then even if my thoughts will go to the end with time, they will never change after all the vicissitudes of life.
Stay on the other side.
As long as there is a glimmer of hope in anything in my heart, all my attention will be focused on the hope. I don’t know how to cry, and I’m too lazy to be sad. Instead of feeling helpless and crying stupidly, what should I do? No? But the other side, why...why do I still cry? I don't like this. I won't read this letter a second time - Tang Ling.
No updates on Sunday, watch the Olympics. In addition, 3,000 words is the normal length of the starting point, but it will be twice a day. I think it’s good to ensure quality and quantity only once, right? It seems that I used to write a chapter with 56,000 words, 78,000 words, and even a chapter with 20,000 words. It seems that everyone is aware of my strength. I am very happy.
(End of chapter)