After pouring half a cup of spring water, the color of Heitan became darker, and the first petal tremblingly stretched out, while the other petals still shyly formed a ball, refusing to let others see their true colors.
Lin Luoran took a deep breath, this flower is really fragrant, and the first petal has just opened!
Seeing that nothing happened, and the scene of the poisonous mist overflowing in her fantasy did not appear, she ran back and forth a few times and poured several glasses of water for Heitan!
After finishing what he could do, Lin Luoran squatted down next to Hei Tan very patiently, saying that there is only a moment when the epiphyllum blooms, so don't miss it no matter what, otherwise the spring water will be watered in vain.
One minute, the second petal trembled slightly, and five minutes later, it stretched out, like a mischievous elf, slipping past the first petal and unfolding towards the oblique direction.
At the eighth minute, the third petal moved...
Lin Luoran didn't know how long he had been squatting, it seemed that it was only a short ten minutes, and it seemed that it had been as long as a century, and he couldn't feel his feet anymore. Heitan finally bloomed its last petal slowly and gracefully petal!
What appeared in front of Lin Luoran was a plant with dark green veins and a stalk as warm and moving as jade, but it was nothing compared to its non-flowers—only five petals, which were as big as a bowl in full bloom, interdependent and overlapping, pitch black like a flower. The petals of ink seem to be shining with simple light!
Very fragrant, very beautiful... Lin Luoran stood up at some point, her nose was full of tempting fragrance, and only this deep and intoxicating black epiphyllum was left in her eyes.
She felt that the petals seemed to be constantly enlarging, and she thought it was her hallucination, but after a while, she realized that she was bending over to smell the black cloud unconsciously.
One inch, two inches... Lin Luoran's eyes were dazed, she seemed to be fascinated by the strange fragrance of Heitan, the tip of her nose got closer and closer, and finally touched the black jade petals—a gleam of clarity flashed in her eyes, and she wanted to struggle Standing up, Heitan, who was originally lifeless, suddenly jumped out of the stamen, "Hula~" and slid in along Lin Luoran's nose!
Lin Luoran only felt a "buzz" in his head, and then he lost consciousness.
Her consciousness walked through a dark corridor, and she seemed to have forgotten who she was at this moment. I don't know how long it has passed, but the consciousness seems to be tired, and it feels very dark and cold here, which makes it a little unhappy.
Why is there no light? As soon as this thought came up, the consciousness thought again, hey, what is "light"
What is "light"... Why do I know the word "light"? It's really strange! God's consciousness racked his brains, but he couldn't think of what "light" is. He was extremely irritable, and hit his empty and insubstantial body on the corridor—but the corridor also had no substance, so his consciousness could only walk back and forth between the walls.
"wall"? What a strange word, Shenshen thought dully, it must be the wall blocking the light!
Block it... that which cannot be blocked, and which is completely different from the darkness, is "light"! The spiritual consciousness suddenly became happy, because after it defined the meaning of "light", the dark corridor was dotted with colorful circles of light.
It's so beautiful, God's consciousness was a little carried away looking at the shining circle of light, so he didn't pursue what "beauty" is.
The colorful corridor is very dazzling and beautiful, and the spiritual consciousness is happy to roll and play. It feels much better than the previous dark and cold corridor.
After a long time, maybe a moment, maybe hundreds of millions of years, the consciousness felt bored again.
The beauty here is beautiful, no one is with me, it's so lonely!
A thought flashed through the depths of consciousness like lightning—"people"? What is a person? Am I such a human being? Because it was too lonely, Shenshen began to use his brain patiently again.
It would be boring without "people" to accompany me, that is to say, I was accompanied by "people" before... Well, then I am a human being! Spiritual consciousness gave himself a definition, and there was a muffled thunder in the depths of the colorful corridor.
As for why the thunder is dull, the divine sense is not interested in thinking about it, maybe the thunder and lightning are accumulating power! It thinks like this, but its main energy is still concentrated on the idea of what a "human being" is.
Human beings have a body, the divine consciousness thinks this way, and is very dissatisfied with being an existence like a cloud of mist! It tried its best to jump up and down, bumping back and forth on the corridor, and gradually its misty body changed.
First the torso, then the head, then the hands, and finally the feet... But the face, I can't remember what my face looks like. A face has a nose, eyes and a mouth, otherwise how can it be called a face
It seems that the fog has been cleared away, and the muffled thunder in the depths of the corridor has become louder. Many faces with noses and eyes flashed in front of the mind—adults, children, old people, beautiful and ugly. It obviously didn't remember what it looked like, but felt that none of these faces were its own. !
What about your own face? The divine consciousness was thinking hard, insisting on figuring things out.
The dull thunder in the corridor was getting louder, and the consciousness was awakened. Looking at the depths of the corridor, it felt a little frightened. It felt like a monster was coming out of it, which made it terrified.
Humph, what are monsters afraid of, I have a magical baby! Divine consciousness was afraid and disdainful, and turned to think about what his treasure was. The baby seems to be a bracelet, and the consciousness flashes, no, no, it's a bead!
Bead—it just came up with this idea, and the thunder rolled in the corridor, one after another, like the tide on the coast, eager to wash up on the beach.
Beads, the consciousness is very anxious, this seems to be something very important to it. There was muffled thunder in the corridor, colorful brilliance flickered, and the scene in front of the eyes of the divine consciousness changed. It was a white and waxy baby lying in the cradle, and a woman was teasing her with a silver bracelet.
One end was tied with a red thread, and the silver bracelet hung long in front of the baby. A warm pearl swayed and swayed. The baby's eyes were wide open, reluctant to blink.
A few years later, the baby turned into a little girl, able to run around, and the honest father smoked a cigarette, asking whether he should sell the bracelet and pay the girl's school fees.
The mother stroked the bracelet passed down from her ancestors, tears dripped on the silver bracelet, and finally shook her head.
The baby grew bigger again, entered a bigger school, and met more people, until one day she took a boy back home, and the mother put the silver bracelet on the boy's hand.
The mother was very pleased, the father was secretly happy, and the girl smiled shyly.
A few years later, she was even bigger, and except for her big eyes, she could no longer see the shadow of a little baby. She stood beside the red sports car, looking at her and him in the car.
The silver bracelet was ruthlessly thrown out and broke on the ground... Then, the bracelet sucked her blood, and kept watching with cold eyes, quietly watching her bead all the way from birth, to child, to girl, to adulthood, and was finally taken away. released.
One by one flashes, like movie clips, played the whole life of the consciousness in a short while, until the picture was frozen on a beautiful woman, leaning over to sniff a dark and gorgeous flower.
The muffled thunder in the corridor instantly speeded up, and the thunder was as fast as the lightning during the waking of stings, and it struck towards the consciousness in one fell swoop—in this instant, she already understood who she was!
The corridor, the colorful aperture, the muffled thunder, and the flashing shadows all disappeared.
Lin Luoran still kept the action of sniffing the fragrance of flowers, but when he opened his eyes again, his eyes were radiant with brilliance, making it difficult to look directly at.
The aroma of Hei Tan has long since disappeared, and even the petals are withering at a speed visible to the naked eye.
When Lin Luoran touched it lightly, the petals were like glass shattered into countless pieces, and they were as light as feathers, and disappeared in the entire space!
Only the solitary plants were left in place to remind Lin Luoran that what she experienced was not her imagination.
Lin Luoran closed his eyes again, concentrating and calming down. This time, what appeared "in front of his eyes" was not the corridor and the aperture, but the different colors of the five elements.
The liver belongs to wood, so the green one is the liver, right? The heart belongs to fire, it is the red mass... the red meridians, what is stagnant inside, could it be the spiritual energy in my body
No one told her, but Lin Luoran knew that this strange state was called "inner vision".