"As I looked into the garden, I saw a beautifully dressed lady. She was more radiant than the branches of the summer sun, and her appearance was more beautiful than the lilies of May..."
"What are you muttering about, 'lady' and 'lily'?" Field turned around and stretched his neck curiously to peek at the contents of the booklet. He had reason to suspect that his companion was hiding something interesting from him.
The less active mules and horses once again brought the wheel hub into the pit. The two of them bounced and fell like beans in a frying pan, causing pain in their hips from the collision.
"Hell, Field, I shouldn't have dragged you out with me!"
Dominic was lying in a mess among the scattered goods, wishing he could slap his morning self. Why did he believe this guy's lies about driving? Who knows if he just made it up for the sake of going out for fun.
The short poem I had just remembered was shaken and disappeared without a trace, and my mind was completely blank except for the surging blood.
He tried hard to recall the context, but he gained very little, only a few words like a flock of doves. When his consciousness tried to get closer, they fluttered their wings and dispersed, leaving only one or two feathers that symbolized their existence.
"So what are you talking about?"
"It's just a poem." Dominic realized that he was about to lose this poem. The original text was copied from a certain poetry collection temporarily borrowed from Dunling Library. Now the text and memory are blurred, and there may be no chance to retrieve it.
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Just like the feelings that have just passed, people always lose something permanently and inadvertently. This sense of irreparable loss makes the mood a little low for a while.
"What poem?"
"I guarantee there's nothing in it that might interest you, watch the road!"
The car has entered the mountain road. If the person in the driver's seat is distracted again, there is no guarantee that they will be promoted to be with their Heavenly Father tonight.
From this point of view, the road that seemed to be a little wasteful in width is actually quite reasonable. The light in the mountains weakens much faster than on the plains. When the high cliffs are still reflecting the dazzling light, it is already difficult to see on the tree-lined road.
Clear the road.
The lush vegetation on both sides, the boundary and the deep valley are blurred and confused. At first glance, it looks like a flat grassland, but as long as you cross it a little, the vehicle and people will roll down, leaving no trace.
The third-rate coachman began to sweat on the back of his neck, and the knuckles of his hands holding the reins were bulging, almost choking the horse until it was out of breath.
This at least makes people feel at ease. When Field is doing things seriously, he usually doesn't make trouble.
Dominic pressed his heart back from his throat to his chest and lay down in the bed of the car with a flat pumpkin on his head.
He tried for the last time to recover what he had just left behind, and his consciousness went back and forth between a few lines of poetry, looking for the outlet of his memory.
It is like a handicraft that I have played with many times, and I can remember the metaphor of each sentence. It depicts truth as a holy flower and the bright summer sun, guiding readers to pursue the right path of enlightenment. When I first read it, I couldn't help but be attracted by the ingenuity.
But at that moment, he seemed to suddenly understand another layer of meaning. Something "non-existent" flashed across the page, and a third side of the paper appeared besides the front and back. The punctuation of the sentence was read beyond the sentence, and the pronunciation and rhyme were perfectly embedded in the handwriting.
The text is even more harmonious and harmonious than the original text.
Brief, but profound, it is definitely not an illusion constructed by consciousness on its own.
He almost thought it was a destined revelation, but the angle it revealed was full of concepts and scenes he had never seen before.
It's like climbing along a predetermined path to an elusive glorious peak, and suddenly tripping over an inexplicable pothole, knocking your knees heavily to the ground.
The light above the head dimmed for a moment, and the loose stone fragments fell from the perspective, and I realized that the abyss was close at hand.
From the skyline to the feet, there is a lightless realm. The gravel falling into it stirs up abnormally high dark waves, breaking through the limits of the earth one after another. Plants climb above the field of vision like growth, intertwining with the dense clouds.
The light from the mountain peaks was turned like a roulette wheel, racing into the deep valley.
All things in the world are silently and crazily subsumed into darkness and nothingness in incomprehensible forms, except for that thing that cannot even be called a "thing".
It is so huge that it is unimaginable, and it exists everywhere in the darkness of nothingness that swallows everything; it is also infinitesimally small, so small that it can pass through the narrow gap between the words and follow the ray of eyes that discovered it into the pupil.
【It sees you】
He didn't discover it by himself, but he discovered himself.
A cold shiver ran through his body. Dominic opened his eyes and waved his arms in panic, trying to escape from the darkness in front of him until he noticed a hard and uncomfortable vibration coming from behind.
His body was still lying in the bed of the truck, and he seemed to have fallen asleep unconsciously.
The sky has darkened, and the weather that has fluctuated between cloudy and sunny for many days has finally reached the critical point. The clouds cover the stars and the moon, and the darkness above the head is as pure as in a dream.
"Are you awake? Actually, you can rest for a while. We still have a long way to go."
Field almost drove the car to the slowest speed, moving slowly on the mountain road with the lantern hanging on the front of the car. He relied on his pride to hold on, and did not leave the car and go back to find helpers.
I must have missed my dinner order. I hope the cook doesn't have any necessary ingredients for the main course on the shopping list.
"When did I fall asleep?" He reached out and groped around for a while, but his notes were nowhere to be found, maybe they were thrown out in shock.
While I was annoyed that I had lost all my accounts, I was actually a little lucky in my subconscious. I felt that I was temporarily free of something unspeakable, as if the aftermath of the inexplicable nightmare just now had also left.
"It didn't take long. I guess we've reached... the mountainside?"
"I swear I will never ask you to come out with me in the future. Imagine what Mr. Kraft would think of two idiots who are both late for grocery shopping."
"Sorry, it's my fault." The culprit admitted his mistake very simply, "I, Brother Field, a quasi-knight of the Knights Hospitaller, hereby declare a night of fasting and self-examination, and the supper belongs to my brother."
Although the apology didn't sound very sincere, the late night snack made up for it very well, and Dominic was reluctantly willing to accept repentance on behalf of his Heavenly Father.
With the confusion of waking up and the pain in the back of his head, he thought for a long time and slowly remembered asking if he had heard any strange sleep talking before.
Just as they were thinking about how to speak, a violent bright white replaced the darkness. It was brief and dazzling, and the twisting branches of the trees were outlined in detail, and the shimmering outlines of distant mountains stretched out twisted giant shadows towards them.
Then darkness rolled back like a tide, leaving burn marks in his vision that lingered for a long time.
Dominic was stunned for a moment, and after realizing that the light came from the clouds, he took half a breath to jump to the driver's seat, grabbed the reins from his companion who was still looking at the sky, and held on tightly.
Soon, they heard a belated vibration, like the mountains waking up in the clouds, the long chaotic rumble of the slowly rubbing rock scales, covering up the frightened neighing of the horses.
The reins pulled out a hot, stinging path in the palm of the hand, and were finally stabilized by the two of them. The sound wave went away and disappeared into the horizon.
In shock, Dominic turned over his palm to check the injury and prepared to use inner clothing to temporarily treat it.
However, his hearing was once again occupied by the roar of the explosion, and the reins slipped out of his hands, causing the carriage to run wildly towards the darkness.
I heard the panicked shouts of my companions, yelling and trying to twist the halter.
Some kind of fear more secret than falling penetrated my mind while thinking.