I always feel that things are getting more and more magical.
All the experiences give people the feeling that they are always real, but the various details give people a magical feeling. It's as if I have entered a world that violates common sense. This world is real, so it won't give people a sense of unreality. But the laws that exist in this world cannot be viewed with common sense.
"Get up." I stretched out my hand from my sleeping bag and slapped Chongyang's head with a slap.
He opened his eyes in a daze, got up and put on his clothes. I woke up with Fang Jinyue, the sun had risen outside, the temperature was no longer as low as at night, and it was easier to get up.
While I was getting dressed, I chatted with the other two, "How did you sleep last night?"
"It's fragrant." Chongyang said.
Fang Jinyue nodded, "It's very fragrant."
This is weird, why I can't sleep alone and watched a shadow puppet show all night.
The three of them arranged the curtain properly, opened the curtain and went out, unable to help but froze in place.
Where the hell is this
This is not the Lacan Canyon. This seems to be, a lake, a huge, frozen lake.
Our tent is tucked in the center of the frozen lake, surrounded by rolling snow-capped mountains. The sun hangs in the sky, and the rays of light shine on the ice on the lake, shining brightly.
I looked down at my feet, a huge transparent ice layer, clusters of silver-white ice-patterned flowers formed in it.
This fucking, is it going through overnight
A huge ice lake, it is difficult to even see the edge of the lake. There is a tent alone, and three small figures beside the tent.
I trembled and pulled the other two back into the tent, "Is the action coming out wrong?"
Fang Jinyue's face was broken, and he should have been thinking about writing a suicide note. Yes, after all, he was just a high school graduate. Chongyang was much calmer, at least not shivering.
The three of them went out to look again, only to see the slight wind blowing up the ice on the lake.
"Go and see if our food is enough for a few days."
Fortunately, the equipment bags of the three people are still there. The food that Hu Qinan prepares is for seven days. It is no problem to save some food and drink for eight or nine days.
"The sun is too big, I want to put on some sunscreen, do you have it?" I asked.
"Put it in the car." Chongyang said. The car refers to the dilapidated tourist car.
"Why?" I calmly said. To use sunscreen is not really stinky now, but the sun is really too big, and the ice surface is like a mirror, shining on the whole body, so it is estimated that it will be peeling after a day.
"I think it's too heavy, aren't we going to the canyon at that time, I just put it in the car." Chongyang said calmly.
"Me!" I gritted my teeth and endured it, because I remembered that I was the one who put the sunscreen in the car by pushing Chongyang to take care of my face.
Fang Jinyue thought for a while, "I haven't taken out mine." He took out an unopened box of sunscreen from his equipment bag, and inside it was a bottle of blue color.
The three of them hid in the tent and painted all their skin on the outside and put on long-sleeved clothes before going out to inquire about the situation.
"Where is this damn thing, Chongyang, go and call Hu Qinan." I found the phone in the equipment bag and handed it to Chongyang.
While vomiting in my heart, the mobile phone must be carried with you. The mobile signal can't wait to cover every corner, so why not bring a mobile phone. Some protagonists in online novels seem to be ignorant. They are about to die and are reluctant to call and ask. There is no signal at all times. Is the author out of it
"No signal." Chongyang said.
I:"… "
"Take me a look." I didn't give up.
After receiving the mobile phone, there really is no signal. Wait!
I looked at the screen of the phone, and his mother was stunned.
I read it right, right
Why on my desktop, the date column shows April 11th of Ten Bao 10 years? Why is Tubo displayed in the location bar on my desktop? Is there any reason? Is there still Wang Fa, or Marxism
"Look at your cell phone..." I said weakly.
"Tianbao for ten years." Chongyang Road.
"Tianbao for ten years." Fang Jinyue said.
calm. This won’t be traversal, I am the protagonist of supernatural essays, and no one will read about writing traversal. Could it be a dream
"Chongyang, you tell me this is a dream."
Chongyang gave me a pinch, "It doesn't seem to be a dream."
Ten years of Tianbao, I think about it, I forced myself to calm down, ten years of Tianbao.
I remembered Tianbao for ten years, and this year I was very impressed. Tianbao, the second reign of Emperor Xuanzong of the Tang Dynasty, this year, Gao Xianzhi was defeated by the black-clothed food, Xianyutong was defeated by Nanzhao, and Anlushan was defeated by Khitan. It was a bad year when the national power of the Tang Dynasty was at its peak, so I have a deep memory of this year. And just yesterday, I seem to have seen this year.
"Where the hell is this, isn't it a dream? Chongyang made me kick." I muttered.
Chongyang ignored me, but stood up and looked around.
The surrounding situation is very clear, ice lakes, snow-capped mountains.
I sighed, "The only solution for this is to dismantle the tent and leave the lake to take a look."
Chongyang said: "Don't use it, someone is coming over there."
Fang Jinyue and I looked in the direction he was pointing.
I saw in the field of vision, at the end of the ice lake, a figure slowly walked out of it. Far apart, that person seemed to be walking out of the snow-capped mountains in the distance.
The three of them stood in front of the tent, silently watching the figure slowly approaching us.
It was a man in a red robe, walking between the sky and the earth, on the ice sheet, obviously far apart, but it didn't seem to take long to walk in front of us.
At this time I finally saw that this was a young man wearing a generous red robe of Lamaism, with profound features but not shaved, a messy exploded head, all sunburned on his face, and the monk robe on his body was also dilapidated. No shoes on his feet, like a beggar.
Only those eyes are full of vitality, revealing an agile feeling.
He raised his head and saw the three of us. He didn't seem to be too surprised. He just looked at us with a pair of lively eyes, with a bright smile on his face. Against the backdrop of the sun and ice, it gave people a kind of quiet time. feel.
Chongyang stabbed me, I came back to my senses, thought about it, and asked the man, "Who are you?"
The smile on the man's face was undiminished, and he looked harmless to humans and animals, "Oh, I am a native of southern Tibet."
I was stunned, and then stopped talking.
"How long is it now?" I asked again. After all, this is a necessary question for the traverser.
"It is ten years for Tianbao, and the emperor of the Central Plains is Tang Xuanzong."
I can't help it anymore, almost yelling at me, oh what about Nima, oh, are you fucking a native of southern Tibet to speak Chinese to me? What the fuck is Mandarin? Ten years of Tianbao? In ten years of Tianbao, you knew that Li Longji's posthumous title was Tang Xuanzong
Am I crazy or the world is crazy
Chongyang pulled my sleeve, Fang Jinyue also pulled my sleeve, asking me to hold back.
I took a deep breath. I know that I can't be true. Everything from last night has revealed a strange feeling. You can't care about it with common sense. This person suddenly appeared here, there must be his reason.
"You haven't said what your name is."
"Me?" The man thought for a while, "How about you calling me the savior?"
Looking at his smiling face, I felt that there was something in his words, but he couldn't taste more.
"Where are you from?" I asked.
"I'm coming from over there." He pointed in a direction.
"Where to go?" I asked.
"Go over there." He pointed in another direction.
"Can you take us together?"
"Whatever you want," he said.
The three men cleaned up the tent, and followed the tattered barefoot young man. After walking a few steps, the young man suddenly stopped to look at us and asked, "Do you have anything to eat?"
"Yes." I said, "but not much."
"Yeah." He lowered his head and looked at the ice, not knowing what he was thinking. I also looked down at the ice, but he suddenly whispered: "Look at the sky."
Look at the sky? I looked up and saw that suddenly, the sun rose higher and higher from the east until it reached the sky, and then went straight to the west for a while, and our shadows could be seen moving on the ice with the naked eye.
The three of them hadn't recovered, they saw that the stars were wide and wide, and for a moment a huge full moon was hanging on the lake, and the cold wind burst.
The young man was still squatting on the ground, looking down at the ice, and smiling: "It's dark." (End of this chapter)