Three dunes that look very similar stand alone in the vast yellow sand.

The scorching sun shines on the top of the sand dunes, almost baking every grain of sand into golden crumbs on both sides. Standing on the top of the sand dunes, people can't tell whether they are standing on the vast sand dunes or Standing atop a field of ecstatic gold.

Mo Ran looked over the other two sand dunes, her perfect eyesight allowed her to see the same two gates on the other two sand dunes without too much effort.

alone.

On that golden sand dune, there is nothing but this door. That door seems to have appeared here out of thin air. There are no walls, no houses, no links, and there is only such a door.

Mo Ran looked back from the other two sand dunes, and finally placed her gaze on the door in front of her.

From a distance, it looks like an ordinary door, but when you walk in, it's not the same. There are some strange patterns faintly appearing on the smooth door panel as if it has been polished into a mirror.

If these patterns are refracted from different angles through the sunlight, different patterns can be seen. Mo Ran carefully identified them for a while, but found that these patterns are still familiar. They are obviously the elements of various murals in the ruins of the gods. Such as the tree of life, weird flowers, wings, rotation and so on.

The door appears to be black, but there are golden lines shining brightly in the various depressions of the door panel. In short, this is a door that looks very ordinary but is extremely luxurious.

What's behind the door?

Mo Ran didn't know.

What happens behind the door?

Mo Ran didn't know either.

Life is probably like this, there will always be various peaks that are uncertain but must be conquered in front of you.

The hot yellow sand was blown up by the wind, rolled around her body, causing rough burns, she finally took a deep breath, raised her hand and held the dark golden doorknob.

Such a door appears in such a strange place and in such a strange way, it is hard to believe that there will be no strange things in it, but the strange thing is that when Mo Ran touched the doorknob of this door, time, nothing happened.

It's calm like a person who goes out to work and returns home as usual

There is no overwhelming pressure, no danger lurking in the dark, nothing.

Mo Ran quietly felt the feeling that the door brought her. She thought there would be something special, but there was nothing. She paused, and then pressed the handle. The moment she pressed the handle, she saw A faint golden light appeared in her palm, which seemed to come out from the handle. She really wanted to open her hand to have a look, but at this moment, the door opened.

The door opened silently, and Mo Ran didn't even push it open, as if someone was standing inside the door, waiting for her arrival, and when she pressed the handle, she hurriedly opened the door for her up.

There was a fist-sized crack in the door in front of Mo Ran's eyes. She couldn't see anything through the crack, but she could feel a stream of cool and moist air coming out along the crack, quietly It stuck to her body, dispelling the dry heat brought to her by this desert.

Subconsciously swallowed a mouthful of saliva, at this moment, Mo Ran actually forgot to look at the golden light that appeared in the palm of her hand for a moment, and all her attention was placed on the crack in the door in front of her.

At this time, the crack in the door was full of temptation, which made her wish to push the door open immediately and sneak into the crack to see what was there.

In fact, she did the same. She held the doorknob and slowly restored it to its original shape, and pushed the door open with that force.

It seems to be two worlds.

The upper body that had already leaned into the door as the door was pushed was in a cool and quiet environment, but her feet that were still outside the door could still feel the intense scorching heat and scorching brought by the desert.

Mo Ran walked into the door without any hesitation.

When she fully entered the door and closed the door with her backhand, Mo Ran suddenly felt that the doorknob that was still in her palm just now disappeared in an instant.

She turned around and looked, but found that there was no door, and the place where she looked was empty.

The night was getting dark, and there were countless stars scattered in the sky, appearing or disappearing, as if enshrining a galaxy in the sky.

Looking up at the starry sky, Mo Ran felt a strange feeling. How long has it been since he saw such a scene? she

The wind with water vapor blew over, fluffing on the body, exuding a cool feeling.

If you listen carefully, you can still hear the slight sound of the river flowing silently, mixed with the sound of the river passing by, and the rustling sound of the reed after being blown by the wind, accompanied by the wet water vapor, There is a unique green taste of green plants.

Mo Ran lowered her head and realized that there was an old cement road under her feet, which was gray and imprinted with the times. She walked a few steps towards the side along the cement road, and saw lush unknown green grass coming from the road. The fertile soil below grew wildly, and behind these green grasses lay a quiet river, which meandered in the night, making the air around it cool and pleasant.

Mo Ran lowered her eyes and looked at the dots of starlight reflected on the calm river surface, feeling a little dazed in her heart, she couldn't remember where this place was.

Just as she was so dazed, there was a burst of laughter from a child in the distance. She raised her head subconsciously and looked towards the place where the child was laughing—only she could see something on the other side of this shallow and narrow river ditch. A little girl in a pink skirt with two high braids is running wildly, holding a net bag for catching dragonflies and butterflies in her hand, and she doesn't know what surprises to catch in this night.

She seemed to be extremely happy. While running, she turned her head and talked to someone behind her. Mo Ran looked in the direction of her speech, and he saw a man standing in the distance, and a man standing beside him. woman.

They seem to be very close, but after careful observation, it can still be seen that there is still a gap between a man and a woman.

The little girl didn't notice it, she turned her head and said something to the couple as she was still running, and the man responded enthusiastically, but the woman remained silent.

Mo Ran raised her head slightly, her eyesight was excellent, not to mention that she was not far from these people, so she recognized them without having to observe her specially.

The little girl in front was Mo Ran in her childhood, and the people behind her were Mo Xian and her mother.

Human beings are memory-type animals. Even if Mo Ran is dead now, it is undeniable that she, who has been a human being for more than 20 years, still thinks in a human way.

Human beings will actually remember what happened once, good or bad, and then analyze the experience from it. The next time they encounter similar things again, they will take these experiences out for careful observation and thinking, and make a decision. The most appropriate response and choice.

Although what happened in front of him is not very familiar in Mo Ran's memory, but this recipe, this raw material, made this bowl of soup is very familiar. Isn’t what God sees in God’s mirror the same as now?

The difference is that at that time she was looking at the past time from the mirror. Now that the hardware has been upgraded obviously, she can already be there personally, and can get in touch with these memories more closely.

However, just because she experienced a similar thing once, Mo Ran has completely lost the ability to empathize. She watched these pasts coldly, like an indifferent audience in a movie theater. He carefully calculated how much he would be cheated this time.

The childhood Mo Ran on the other side is constantly swaying her happiness, she is immersed in her own happiness, but on this side, Mo Ran, who is a spectator, sees more things through the filter of childhood.

For example, the relationship between Mo Xian and his mother doesn't seem to be what he remembers.

In Mo Ran's vague childhood memories, Mo Xian and his mother loved each other very much at first, they have always been synonymous with the most perfect couple, no matter how much I look back at them, they will always look at them with the most loving eyes Looking at himself, until later, when he grew up slowly, the relationship between Mo Xian and his mother became alienated and unable to make up for some reason.

At that time, mother said that it was because of her that Mo Xian left. She believed it at that time, and she believed it until later, but now it seems that it is not the case.

As early as when I was very young, when I still felt that they were in love with each other, there was actually a huge rift between them.

At this moment, Mo Ran, who was a child, turned her head back, waved to the two of them, and happily called Mom and Dad. Mo Ran's eyes turned directly to the pair of men and women, and she saw that their bodies that had been separated just now were standing upright.

hehe.

There was a cold smile on Mo Ran's lips.

Is this the truth?

It has nothing to do with me at all, it's just because a pair of grown men and women want to separate.

The family on the other side of the river seemed to be walking towards home. They kept walking along the road by the river, and at the end of the cement road seemed to be a small house with warm lights shining from the windows. There is an indescribable sense of security in the night.

Mo Ran also followed them to the house along the river bank.

There seems to be no bridge on the river, making it impossible for Mo Ran to walk across. He can only look at the family of three across the river and see their happiness.

As the house got closer and closer, a small stone bridge suddenly appeared on the river that had been empty all along. The head of the bridge was in front of Mo Ran, and the end of the bridge was not far from the house.

Mo Ran stood at the end of the bridge and hesitated for a moment, then stepped on it. When walking on the bridge, she could even feel the water vapor rising from the river staining the hem of her clothes little by little, making her skin greasy. It was wet, she turned her eyes to look at the river, the river was dark, flowing quietly in the night, swirling on the surface of the river from time to time, raising a few white ripples, but if you want to continue to look down, whatever All gone.

When walking on the bridge, Mo Ran kept holding the double blades tightly. She was cautiously guarding against something that would suddenly jump out of the dark river and launch a sudden attack on her, but she kept on being She walked safely to the opposite bank, and when her feet landed on the solid concrete road, nothing happened that she was worried about.

Mo Ran looked back towards the small bridge with some anxiety, but the next moment a childish voice rang in her ears.

"Who are you?"

Mo Ran turned around and saw her childhood self standing in front of her. She was only about three or four years old, with a round face, an old straw hat on her unkempt hair, and the dragonfly net on her shoulder. There were even a few red bumps left by mosquitoes on her arms. While she was reaching out to grab the mosquito bag, she tilted her head and looked at herself, her eyes were full of curiosity.

Quietly looking at the little girl in front of me

She just stood there, neither bending down nor squatting down, looking at the childhood Mo Ran, she had no pity, only a kind of equality that traveled through time and space to talk to herself.

"I am you."

"Ah! Are you me?" The childhood Mo Ran was surprised: "You are so tall!"

"You will do the same in the future."

"That's great." Mo Ran smiled brightly when she was a child, but then she seemed to have discovered something, showing a puzzled expression: "You don't seem to be happy."

The other party's words made Mo Ran slightly startled, she subconsciously raised her hand to touch her cheek, and then put it down in relief: "No, I'm very happy."

"Why are you happy?"

"Because I know the truth." Mo Ran looked at her quietly and said slowly.

The childhood Mo Ran obviously didn't understand what Mo Ran meant, she just looked at her in confusion, "So it seems that the truth is not a good thing."

"Why do you say that?" Mo Ran didn't know whether this Mo Ran was her childhood self after time and space, or a fictional image created by that god, but no matter what it was, this Mo Ran seemed ignorant Yes, but can say some very intelligent things.

"Because you don't seem to be able to laugh when you know the truth." Childhood Mo Ran raised her finger and pointed to Mo Ran's face, with a very serious expression on her face: "If you are me, then I Be happy, I don't want the truth."

Such words were obviously childish words, but they made Mo Ran nailed in place.

Just be happy...don't want the truth?

Just when Mo Ran was in a daze, a woman's voice came from the small room behind them calling the child to eat. Mo Ran, who was a child, turned her head and responded to the woman. Then, she turned her head and looked at Mo Ran again. Reaching out her hand to pick it out of her small pocket, she didn't know what was in her pocket. She seemed to be digging very vigorously, which made Mo Ran curious about what was in her pocket.

It didn't take long for the childhood Mo Ran to take out something from her pocket and hand it over to her: "Hey, I'll give this to you!"

Mo Ran looked at the thing in Mo Ran's hand when he was a child. It was broken, and he couldn't even see what it was. It could only be seen that the original color on it was golden.

"Take it!"

When Mo Ran was a child, seeing Mo Ran staring at the things in her hand in a daze, she seemed to be a little anxious, so she quickly went to hold her hand, and then put the things in her hands in Mo Ran's palm. A woman's voice came from inside the house again, she hurriedly agreed, and only had time to say to Mo Ran: "This is my treasure, you have to keep it well! You have to give it back to me when you grow up." Woolen cloth!"

After all, before Mo Ran could say anything, he turned his head and hurriedly ran towards the house, but in the blink of an eye, the childhood Mo Ran had already run to the door of the house and knocked on the door.

At this time, Mo Ran put her eyes on her palm again, and then her eyes couldn't help but widen.

When entering the door, the doorknob lit up in the palm of his hand. At that time, Mo Ran didn't have time to look at what was in his palm. Later, because he was attracted by the situation on the other side of the river, he even forgot about it. It wasn't until now that she realized that there was a very abstract eye pattern in her palm.

And the thing that Mo Ran put in her hand when she was a child actually overlaps with the pattern in her hand, or it should be said that the thing that Mo Ran gave her in her childhood is the real thing of the pattern in her hand, but only part of it.

Mo Ran picked up the thing with the other hand, and naturally saw its attributes.

XXX Fragment: It is the fragment of XXX.

The introduction is very simple and straightforward. I don’t even know what the original thing is, so I directly replaced it with XXX. Such a situation can’t help but remind Mo Ran of whether this thing can be pieced together into a whole through other means. Woolen cloth?

Just as Mo Ran's attention was focused on the fragment, suddenly there was a very loud sound from a distance. It was the sound of the door being slammed shut, and then a footstep rushed out quickly.

Mo Ran raised his head and looked over, only to see Mo Xian rushing out of the room, and behind him was the childhood Mo Ran, who was a bit older than the Mo Ran he saw just now, and she followed behind Mo Xian non-stop chasing, shouting.

Mo Ran stood quietly

As long as she can remember, she has been looking at Mo Xian's back, chasing after Mo Xian's back, but now when she can look at Mo Xian's face, she finds that there is no anger on Mo Xian's face , nor the pain of being separated from his flesh and blood, there was only a kind of relief and joy that could not be described in words on his face.

He walked very fast, completely regardless of the childhood Mo Ran behind him, and the hope and despair that his lies brought to the childhood Mo Ran.

Mo Ran looked at her childhood self sitting on the ground and crying loudly. She didn't feel sad at all, and even felt that things should be like this. She glanced at her childhood Mo Ran, but she was very curious about Mo Xian who had gone away. .

Where did that Mo Xian who left home and never came back? Where did that Mo Xian who gave him infinite hope and brought him infinite despair in his childhood went? Also, when the end of the world came, where did Mo Xian, who had never heard of it, go?

For a moment, her heart was filled with impulse, she didn't even look at childhood Mo Ran, and followed Mo Xian's footsteps.

It sounds a little strange.

Mo Ran seemed to be able to see Mo Ran when she was a child, but no one else seemed to be able to see Mo Ran except her, as if she was following behind Mo Xian now, and could even touch his shoulder with her hand, but he I didn't see myself at all.

However, Mo Ran didn't catch up to Mo Xian. Just when she was about to touch his clothes, Mo Xian suddenly disappeared. The next moment, a narrow road appeared in front of Mo Ran. Across this bright white road, Mo Xian appeared on the other side of the road.

He is not alone.

He walked up to a strange woman and hugged and kissed that woman. They seemed to be really happy. Besides, there was another girl who rushed out. She seemed to be about the same age as Mo Ran. Mo Ran Xian picked her up and held her high, the girl let out a bright and loud laugh, as if they were the real family.

And Mo Ran noticed that Mo Xian's clothes were exactly the same as when he left his childhood, that is to say, after he left his "home", did he directly invest in another "home"?

Or, for Mo Xian,

Mo Ran stood quietly on the opposite side of the road, quietly looking at the family of three on the opposite side, watching them laughing and laughing, watching them live happily, watching Mo Xian personally send the girl to school, hold a birthday party for her, and even The big ball that was thrown for her when she was an adult.

ah…

So this is the truth?

Mo Ran blinked her eyes, but the sky suddenly became gloomy, the weather was extremely hot, there were various vehicles running on the road, and suddenly a bus stopped in front of her, until this time, Mo Ran Only then did I realize that I had been standing at a bus stop the whole time.

The car door opened.

Mo Ran raised her eyes subconsciously and looked inside the car door. She saw a young face. The too hot weather made her cheeks rosy, and beads of sweat were all over her forehead. Go under the car with the phone.

Mo Ran heard her say: "Really, this time it's true, I heard that my father is in this city, I'm going to see it!"

Mo Ran straightened her back, turned her face to the side and looked at the face full of hope and expectation, a cold smile was torn from the corner of her lips.

Ah.

Was this her foolish hope?

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