Chapter 14 Enchanted

The wind blows through the heart, and the virtual sand kicks up dust.Luo Ying looked at the sky, the endless wilderness, the flowing clouds that swept across the sky, sadness and shock intertwined, like a violin playing in heaven.She saw the Tower of Babel, and this was the first time she saw Babel.Babel, the tower of language, the tower of the world.Languages ​​of different worlds, worlds of different languages.Numbers surround the escalator, words soar up, colors spread into the wings of the sky, and the melody is ethereal and magnificent. The tower spins in the air, coming from nothing, going to nothing.The whole body exudes an indescribable light, no place is shining, but no place is not bright.Only the place where the tower is located is bright, and the combination of dim symbols shines in the rotation and blending, and the tower is the light.There are images appearing and disappearing in the light, people and scenery are intertwined and rotating in the air, faintly interspersed between letters and formulas, as if the world and the world blend with each other.

Luo Ying crossed death at the foot of the tower.She saw Grandpa Ronning's smiling face, like the sun in a winter day.He will not die again.He finds peace at the foot of the tower.He took her by the hand and led her here, where she understood what he meant.Concerned about the appearance of the world, Broken Shadow spells out the truth.She still doesn't understand the exact meaning of the words, but she will remember, like remembering what he said when she was eleven years old. Looking at the boundless wilderness and the sweeping dust, she suddenly understood what grandpa and his friends were guarding.Grandpa, Ronning, Garcia, Calman.Taking off in the wilderness, it is this virtual tower that is guarding, but the virtual tower is more real than the real one.Every world has its own mythology, and Mars is no exception.She has read many myths on the earth, east and west, tropical and cold regions, from the origin of the universe to the emergence of civilization, myths are also history.When she traveled through different worlds, she discovered that the myths of a world are always exclusive to a world.Eastern mythology is always a solitary fairy, and Western mythology is always a giant of ethnic groups.At first she didn't understand this difference in soul and personality, but later, when she really saw the steep mountains shrouded in mist in the east and the vast grassland and forest in the west, she realized how natural it is: high mountains match lonely walks , The wilderness matches the ethnic group, this is a gift from the sky and the sea, and all the gods are gods who protect the homeland.

The myth of Mars is a myth specific to the desert.That is the myth of wings that take off in the wind and sand. The myth is fresh, rough, wild, and swift. There is no romance in the mountains and rivers, and there is no mystery of the dark jungle. There is only a straight flight, kicking up dust, passing through Gravel, sparking an explosion, facing the sun, embracing the desert, strong and calm, as hard as iron, as light as a bird.In front of the huge ships of the earth, he is like a moth to a flame, tragic and decisive.Grandpa and his pals are such myths, and the tower in the middle of the desert is the source of their wilderness.

Luo Ying cried silently.no tears. ※※※ The day of the show has arrived. The lights of the audience were dimmed slowly, and the pale golden chairs slowly rose up the wall and stayed at different heights.The dome is completely black, and little by little silver-white stars light up, making the whole theater hang in the boundless space.On one end of the goose-egg-shaped dome, the Earth photographed in space appears, and on the other end, the red Mars appears, gradually becoming clearer from far to near.One planet has a blue-green appearance and white clouds, and the other planet has red soil and potholes and mountains.The two planets are at both ends, echoing each other like behemoths, and the audience seats are sandwiched in the middle and drifting slowly, like insignificant cosmic dust, slender and drifting with the current.The whole theater was dark and solemn, and the music sounded from all directions.

Luo Ying was preparing to appear in the background.Mars.Fluffy.She thought softly in her heart. Red land, home in the night sky. Her first Mars is the bright spot where she looks up on the ground but can’t see the outline clearly. It is the clear impression between her lips and teeth but the blurred impression in her mind. It is the childhood memory that cannot be traced back. Her second spark is the strange narration in the book, another world in the video; it is the blood bursting in the numbers and the vacuum, it is the continuous and depressing struggle; it is the trembling in people's voice, it is the children Curious inquiries and wicked fantasies; old war gods, old enemies.

And her third Mars is the window through which sunlight and starlight can pass through, the small square seen through the window, the fan-shaped lawn on the small square, the small white flowers on the lawn, and the tunnel cars behind the small flowers. , is a glass house connected by tunnel cars, a crystal city paved with glass houses, and the only country that girls choose to design and create when they grow up, marry and settle down.It is the life of the world, the simple home. Mars.Fluffy.Eighteen hundred days of separation.Red land, home in the night sky. Luo Ying slowly stretched out her hand in the background, her wrists were joined in front of her chest, and her fingertips slid to the sides.The darkness is boundless, and the dark gold of the cuffs is looming, like the Milky Way traveling through the night sky in the wilderness.The looming sound of the wind sounded in the dark theater, the Arabian horn floated from afar, and the cowhide drum and the clear xylophone beat softly.The old man told the legend of the millennium by the sea.Blood and glory trembled between lips and teeth, and dead souls flew in the wind.The horn fades out, the oriental bamboo flute begins to whirl, memories pass through the starry sky, and the drama begins.This is already an all too familiar melody, Luo Ying remembers every ups and downs of the music, every hidden embellishment, and also recites the myths and reality narrated in the music.

The bamboo flute drew a breath, and Luo Ying jumped out, stepping on the stage with her right foot when the first big drum sounded. It was finally her own dance.When the world disappears, you are left alone in the darkness.The images of the two planets become a solo dance.She remembers every country she passes through.This is her destiny, the journey of her soul.She can no longer fit into the norms of the homeland, but always remembers the dream of the homeland.She carved that dream into her bone marrow, and took all the kingdoms into herself. When she can't integrate into every world, she would like to be like her parents and their teachers, wandering in her heart and looking at her home in the distance.

※※※ The moment Luo Ying fell, she heard a low exclamation.I didn't hear the direction clearly, and I didn't have time to distinguish the sound. This day is not suitable for dancing.From the first measure, she felt that the touch on her feet was different from usual.Too light to hit the floor hard, not fast enough, every note lags slightly.She knew that there would be a gorgeous chorus of drums after the flat rotation, and she had to accurately vacate and do seven rounds of rotation at that moment, so she secretly exerted force on her toes.But at the moment of flying into the air, she felt that her toes suddenly became ineffective. After successfully completing the elegant rotation in the air, she fell on the stage, unable to gain strength in her right foot, and fell to the ground with a sharp pain.

The headlights were turned on, and a burst of light dazzled her so much that she couldn't keep her eyes open.She saw Ig behind her, clutching her shoulders.Many people flocked from the sidelines.