After hearing this, Zhuque was quite surprised: Have you heard it in your dream?
Not in a dream.Gao Yang shook his head and said: It was what Mr. Jiang told me before he died. He said that this poem was written by my grandmother Yunnian for him.
Gao Yang paused: I asked him what he meant, but he didn't explain, and maybe he didn't have time to explain.
The two were silent again and began to think about the poem seriously.
Soon, Zhuque's eyes lit up: Is the "eternal home" mentioned by Qilin the "yongle land" in the poem?
Gao Yang concentrated slightly and repeated the original sentence: Those who are displaced are looking for Yongle Park.
Yongle Park, eternal home, eternal spinning top.Zhuque's eyes dim:
Qilin did not talk about his childhood in detail, but from some words, I can know that he had a happy family when he was a child. Later, his parents died. Qilin should be considered a homeless displaced person in spirit.
Logical holds.Gao Yang was opened up by Zhuque, and so on. The "ignorant" refers to the lost, or perhaps the unawakened human being, living to the end of the world in a daze, dying in the fog.
The ignorant ones sleep in the fog... Zhuque thought about it, and suddenly looked up at Gao Yang: Do the fearless ones mean us?
Gao Yang hesitated for a moment and nodded: I think so.We refuse to go to Yongle Park, not afraid of death, and are always looking for real hope.
So what does "upwards the fog" mean?Zhuque asked: Does it mean our spirit of going upstream, or does it mean that there are specific clues hidden, just like "Yongle Park" refers to "Eternal Home"?
Gao Yang frowned slightly: I don’t know either.However, I always feel that I seem to have missed something, but I can't remember it at once.
Zhuque waited quietly, afraid of scaring Gao Yang's inspiration away.
After a while, Gao Yang shook his head and was a little depressed: No, I still can't remember it. It's obviously very close, but I just can't find it.
Try feeling classification.Zhuque turned sideways, what does this thing you want to remember?Is it mist?
Gao Yang shook his head: It seems not.
Twelve runes?
no.
Teaching the mother of Cang?
no.
The door to the end.
Gao Yang was stunned. It seemed to be related to this, but... it was still a little bit short, like... scratching the itch through the shoe.
Strange metaphor.Zhuque smiled, and only I could understand.
Zhuque thought: Forget it, let’s put it first, let’s change the entry point.Please recall carefully why you suddenly felt something happened just now?
Gao Yang narrowed his eyes slightly.
Is it because of that poem?Zhuque continued to ask.
Gao Yang shook his head: It shouldn't be. Before you wake up, I would occasionally think about that poem.
Then why did you suddenly think of something this time?Could it be because I read a poem to you?Zhuque asked casually.
Gao Yang was stunned, and another light of inspiration flashed through his mind, but he still couldn't catch it.
Is it really because of me?Zhuque noticed Gao Yang's reaction in time and continued to guide: It means that you thought of something because of me?
right.Gao Yang nodded: Because of you.
Zhuque continued to narrow the scope: Yes, what did I say to you before...
Ah！
Gao Yang shouted. At this moment, he was like standing in a messy room, finally remembering where his phone was placed.
Found it!I found it!Gao Yang is like a child who solves the problem, his eyes showing a pure light of sharing joy.
Very good!What is it?Zhuque couldn't wait.
It's a scarlet tide!Gao Yang announced the answer.
Ah？
Zhuque was stunned: I've been doing it for a long time, that's all?
Suzaku, the scarlet tide was explained in detail to me. Do you still remember it?Gao Yang asked.
Remember Ah, in the car back to Qilin's office.Zhuque said.
Where did you say that the blood mist came from?Gao Yang asked.
Behind the door.Zhuque said.
Have you seen it with your own eyes?Gao Yang asked.
No, Qilin told me, and we didn’t see it in his illusion later... Zhuque was stunned: Ah!Day Ah!
Zhuque suddenly realized and grabbed Gao Yang's arm: There is no door!There is no door at all!
right!Gao Yang smiled: Qilin said that there is no ending gate at all. Since there is no gate, where does the scarlet tide blood mist come from?
Go up the fog!Go up the fog!Zhuque repeated twice excitedly: The clue is hidden here!
Gao Yang nodded: The fog here is not fog, but refers to the blood mist of the scarlet tide!Ignorance is the lost beast and ordinary humans. They will fall asleep in the blood mist, so it is called "Sleeping in the mist"!
And we are the ‘fearless’!Suzaku took the conversation:
We ‘go up the fog’, which means we have to follow the blood mist to find the source!The source of the blood mist has the answer we want!
……
10 pm, 15th Middle School.
The ringtone rang, and the bright and extremely quiet teaching building was boiling little by little. Countless white figures surged out from one glowing classroom after another. They soon gathered downstairs, some rushed to the dormitory, and some rushed to the school gate.
The lights at the school gate were dim and the flowing white crowd was like a group of moths.
In the crowd, a slender girl with her twin ponytails and carrying a large drawing board, she was walking with her head buried.
Soon, a flat-headed boy with glasses shuttled through the abortion and quickly caught up with: Gao Xinxin!Wait, wait for me...
Gao Xinxin did not look back, but slowed down.
It was not until the boy caught up that she turned her head and glared at him a little disgusted: I have said it many times, don’t call me a name in public.
Oh oh oh, I forgot again, look at my memory.Guanghuan hurriedly smiled and lowered his voice: Let's go together.
Brother Kai comes to pick me up.
I know, I have to go along the way first.Guanghuan giggled foolishly.
In the past, Guanghuan knew how to behave. If Gao Xinxin thought he was annoyed, he would wait until she was in a good mood before coming back.
But now, Gao Xinxin has lost and gained it again, Guanghuan's mentality has completely changed: even if it is a friend, I will cherish every minute and every second I am with Gao Xinxin in the future.
Simply put, it is: never missed any opportunity to appear in front of Gao Xinxin, and never missed any opportunity to participate in Gao Xinxin's life.
Even if you only follow a short walk after evening self-study, you have to take out the same perseverance in playing games and make daily life. Sign in every day, regardless of wind or rain.
The two walked side by side on the night road, Guanghuan danced and talked endlessly. If the topic was not hot, it would have to be warmed up.
Gao Xinxin replied without a word, a little absent-minded.
After hesitating for a few seconds, she finally slowed down and looked up at Guanghuan: My brother’s birthday tomorrow.
April 1?Guanghuan was shocked: It turns out that Brother Yang is April Fool's Day birthday.
yes.Gao Xinxin said: Tomorrow Sunday, there is half a day off in the afternoon. I plan to pick him a gift and celebrate his birthday with him in the evening.
Good Ah, I'll buy a gift for Brother Yang too...
Guanghuan.Gao Xinxin smiled: My brother is from I and doesn’t like birthday parties. I’m sorry, you don’t have to buy gifts anymore.
Haha, it's okay.Guanghuan scratched his head awkwardly: I still have to buy the gift, you can give it to me, I will have something to do tomorrow night.
Really no need to give it.Gao Xinxin: I want to discuss this with you. What gift is better for my brother? I have been thinking about it for a long time, but I haven’t thought of it as appropriate.
What did you give him before?Guanghuan asked.
before?Gao Xinxin was stunned and smiled embarrassedly: I just gave me a saying "Happy birthday."
Ha ha.Guanghuan also smiled, why did he suddenly want to give gifts this year?
Isn’t this a discovery of conscience?Gao Xinxin shrugged easily.
Guanghuan stopped asking more questions, touched his chin and thought seriously: Why don’t you start with your hobbies?If your brother likes to play games, he will give away Ah figures and other things around the game. If he likes to play basketball, he will give away basketball shoes.
Gao Xinxin thought about it: He liked them all, but he didn't like them particularly.
Then it depends on what he lacks recently?Guanghuan continued to give advice: You can touch it indirectly, or find out about it with his good friend.
It makes sense, thank you, I'll think about it carefully.Gao Xinxin looked up and saw the sports car on the roadside: Let's just leave it here.
OK, see you tomorrow!
Guanghuan stopped in place and waved to Gao Xinxin.
Not in a dream.Gao Yang shook his head and said: It was what Mr. Jiang told me before he died. He said that this poem was written by my grandmother Yunnian for him.
Gao Yang paused: I asked him what he meant, but he didn't explain, and maybe he didn't have time to explain.
The two were silent again and began to think about the poem seriously.
Soon, Zhuque's eyes lit up: Is the "eternal home" mentioned by Qilin the "yongle land" in the poem?
Gao Yang concentrated slightly and repeated the original sentence: Those who are displaced are looking for Yongle Park.
Yongle Park, eternal home, eternal spinning top.Zhuque's eyes dim:
Qilin did not talk about his childhood in detail, but from some words, I can know that he had a happy family when he was a child. Later, his parents died. Qilin should be considered a homeless displaced person in spirit.
Logical holds.Gao Yang was opened up by Zhuque, and so on. The "ignorant" refers to the lost, or perhaps the unawakened human being, living to the end of the world in a daze, dying in the fog.
The ignorant ones sleep in the fog... Zhuque thought about it, and suddenly looked up at Gao Yang: Do the fearless ones mean us?
Gao Yang hesitated for a moment and nodded: I think so.We refuse to go to Yongle Park, not afraid of death, and are always looking for real hope.
So what does "upwards the fog" mean?Zhuque asked: Does it mean our spirit of going upstream, or does it mean that there are specific clues hidden, just like "Yongle Park" refers to "Eternal Home"?
Gao Yang frowned slightly: I don’t know either.However, I always feel that I seem to have missed something, but I can't remember it at once.
Zhuque waited quietly, afraid of scaring Gao Yang's inspiration away.
After a while, Gao Yang shook his head and was a little depressed: No, I still can't remember it. It's obviously very close, but I just can't find it.
Try feeling classification.Zhuque turned sideways, what does this thing you want to remember?Is it mist?
Gao Yang shook his head: It seems not.
Twelve runes?
no.
Teaching the mother of Cang?
no.
The door to the end.
Gao Yang was stunned. It seemed to be related to this, but... it was still a little bit short, like... scratching the itch through the shoe.
Strange metaphor.Zhuque smiled, and only I could understand.
Zhuque thought: Forget it, let’s put it first, let’s change the entry point.Please recall carefully why you suddenly felt something happened just now?
Gao Yang narrowed his eyes slightly.
Is it because of that poem?Zhuque continued to ask.
Gao Yang shook his head: It shouldn't be. Before you wake up, I would occasionally think about that poem.
Then why did you suddenly think of something this time?Could it be because I read a poem to you?Zhuque asked casually.
Gao Yang was stunned, and another light of inspiration flashed through his mind, but he still couldn't catch it.
Is it really because of me?Zhuque noticed Gao Yang's reaction in time and continued to guide: It means that you thought of something because of me?
right.Gao Yang nodded: Because of you.
Zhuque continued to narrow the scope: Yes, what did I say to you before...
Ah！
Gao Yang shouted. At this moment, he was like standing in a messy room, finally remembering where his phone was placed.
Found it!I found it!Gao Yang is like a child who solves the problem, his eyes showing a pure light of sharing joy.
Very good!What is it?Zhuque couldn't wait.
It's a scarlet tide!Gao Yang announced the answer.
Ah？
Zhuque was stunned: I've been doing it for a long time, that's all?
Suzaku, the scarlet tide was explained in detail to me. Do you still remember it?Gao Yang asked.
Remember Ah, in the car back to Qilin's office.Zhuque said.
Where did you say that the blood mist came from?Gao Yang asked.
Behind the door.Zhuque said.
Have you seen it with your own eyes?Gao Yang asked.
No, Qilin told me, and we didn’t see it in his illusion later... Zhuque was stunned: Ah!Day Ah!
Zhuque suddenly realized and grabbed Gao Yang's arm: There is no door!There is no door at all!
right!Gao Yang smiled: Qilin said that there is no ending gate at all. Since there is no gate, where does the scarlet tide blood mist come from?
Go up the fog!Go up the fog!Zhuque repeated twice excitedly: The clue is hidden here!
Gao Yang nodded: The fog here is not fog, but refers to the blood mist of the scarlet tide!Ignorance is the lost beast and ordinary humans. They will fall asleep in the blood mist, so it is called "Sleeping in the mist"!
And we are the ‘fearless’!Suzaku took the conversation:
We ‘go up the fog’, which means we have to follow the blood mist to find the source!The source of the blood mist has the answer we want!
……
10 pm, 15th Middle School.
The ringtone rang, and the bright and extremely quiet teaching building was boiling little by little. Countless white figures surged out from one glowing classroom after another. They soon gathered downstairs, some rushed to the dormitory, and some rushed to the school gate.
The lights at the school gate were dim and the flowing white crowd was like a group of moths.
In the crowd, a slender girl with her twin ponytails and carrying a large drawing board, she was walking with her head buried.
Soon, a flat-headed boy with glasses shuttled through the abortion and quickly caught up with: Gao Xinxin!Wait, wait for me...
Gao Xinxin did not look back, but slowed down.
It was not until the boy caught up that she turned her head and glared at him a little disgusted: I have said it many times, don’t call me a name in public.
Oh oh oh, I forgot again, look at my memory.Guanghuan hurriedly smiled and lowered his voice: Let's go together.
Brother Kai comes to pick me up.
I know, I have to go along the way first.Guanghuan giggled foolishly.
In the past, Guanghuan knew how to behave. If Gao Xinxin thought he was annoyed, he would wait until she was in a good mood before coming back.
But now, Gao Xinxin has lost and gained it again, Guanghuan's mentality has completely changed: even if it is a friend, I will cherish every minute and every second I am with Gao Xinxin in the future.
Simply put, it is: never missed any opportunity to appear in front of Gao Xinxin, and never missed any opportunity to participate in Gao Xinxin's life.
Even if you only follow a short walk after evening self-study, you have to take out the same perseverance in playing games and make daily life. Sign in every day, regardless of wind or rain.
The two walked side by side on the night road, Guanghuan danced and talked endlessly. If the topic was not hot, it would have to be warmed up.
Gao Xinxin replied without a word, a little absent-minded.
After hesitating for a few seconds, she finally slowed down and looked up at Guanghuan: My brother’s birthday tomorrow.
April 1?Guanghuan was shocked: It turns out that Brother Yang is April Fool's Day birthday.
yes.Gao Xinxin said: Tomorrow Sunday, there is half a day off in the afternoon. I plan to pick him a gift and celebrate his birthday with him in the evening.
Good Ah, I'll buy a gift for Brother Yang too...
Guanghuan.Gao Xinxin smiled: My brother is from I and doesn’t like birthday parties. I’m sorry, you don’t have to buy gifts anymore.
Haha, it's okay.Guanghuan scratched his head awkwardly: I still have to buy the gift, you can give it to me, I will have something to do tomorrow night.
Really no need to give it.Gao Xinxin: I want to discuss this with you. What gift is better for my brother? I have been thinking about it for a long time, but I haven’t thought of it as appropriate.
What did you give him before?Guanghuan asked.
before?Gao Xinxin was stunned and smiled embarrassedly: I just gave me a saying "Happy birthday."
Ha ha.Guanghuan also smiled, why did he suddenly want to give gifts this year?
Isn’t this a discovery of conscience?Gao Xinxin shrugged easily.
Guanghuan stopped asking more questions, touched his chin and thought seriously: Why don’t you start with your hobbies?If your brother likes to play games, he will give away Ah figures and other things around the game. If he likes to play basketball, he will give away basketball shoes.
Gao Xinxin thought about it: He liked them all, but he didn't like them particularly.
Then it depends on what he lacks recently?Guanghuan continued to give advice: You can touch it indirectly, or find out about it with his good friend.
It makes sense, thank you, I'll think about it carefully.Gao Xinxin looked up and saw the sports car on the roadside: Let's just leave it here.
OK, see you tomorrow!
Guanghuan stopped in place and waved to Gao Xinxin.
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