Wildfire's dream is very long. After all, he is an "uploader" who has lived a long life of thousands of years. In the course of thousands of years of life, he has accumulated endless materials, and the dream he constructed is also extremely complicated. In comparison, he arrived
The layout of the solar system, the search for "anomalies" in space and time, and the critical development of dividing the "old and new" are only an insignificant moment in life.
Ronan knew that the last part was the most important, but he did not deliberately promote the cycle of this key plot. Instead, he still maintained a detached attitude and allowed this huge amount of material to flow into the dream of the "carrier"
Medium, random splicing and combination.
Therefore, although Ronan understood the life of "Wildfire", he did not understand it in a relatively regular chronological order. It was still scattered and scattered. Not to mention that the time flow rate in dreams was very distorted, and the life process of thousands of years seemed to be a snap of a finger.
, and seemed to be endless, it took him a lot of energy and saw countless meaningful or meaningless cycles before sorting out the rough life clues of "Wildfire" from the collected information that was indistinguishable from fact to fact.
Simultaneously with this, there are a large number of unsolved or unsolved doubts:
There is also a solar system beyond the "tattered god's cloak". What is its relationship with the "three cats under the cloak"? Can Ronan's speculations related to the "dream" explain these?
The "solar system" "outside" seems to have not yet entered the sight of the "Kingdom of Gods" and is still outside the jurisdiction of the central star region. But how long can this last?
Who is Wildfire's "financial master", the guy who seems to be in a high position in the "Broken God" organization? Are Li Wei and Tu Ge closely related to them? Did the backstab Liang Lu suffered stem from his "
masterpiece"?
And the wave of light that directly tore apart "Wildfire" and turned him into "new and old"... From the exclusive memory of "New Wildfire", he had an intuitive understanding of that wonderful wave of light that looked like a hookah with a jade belt.
The impression also triggered some thoughts.
Well, I don’t know when it started. Ronan felt a little tired and felt that it was not appropriate to continue the dream.
He wanted to open his eyes, but found that his eyelids were unusually heavy.
Fortunately, almost at the same time, there was a sound from the outside world, which was completely different from the dream message:
"elder brother?"
It's Raven calling.
At this moment, Rui Wen's unique voice was like a cold sword cutting across her forehead. It would not hurt anyone, but it was the most direct stimulus and alert.
Ronan suddenly opened his eyes and found that the room had gone dark with no lights on. Raven was standing beside the bed, already dressed for going out.
With his eyes open like that, Ronan waited for a few seconds before sitting up: "What time is it?"
"17:00."
It was about an hour earlier than the eighteen hours that Ronan had announced in the early morning that he would get enough sleep, but the timing of waking up was just right.
This was no coincidence. Ruiwen explained softly: "I didn't feel very good just now."
"Well, it took too long to dream."
Ronan did not mention the mental and energy abnormalities just now.
Ignoring these negative effects, facts have proven that his choice is correct: only when he reaches the "outside" of the "tattered god's cloak" can he break away from the "curtain" and understand the information on the other side. Moreover, when the newly ingested
When you compare the information and what happened in "Three Cats Under the Cloak", you will have some wonderful experiences.
Ronan flexed and stretched his fingers, suddenly wanting to draw.
He did it as he thought. Without further communication with Ruiwen, he opened the virtual workspace and drawing software on the bed, and first drew a picture of a jade belt surrounding a mountain that looked like a landscape.
Just as he was considering whether to refine it further, Leng Buding heard Ruiwen say: "Is it Sister Yingying's 'White Rainbow'?"
"Well, maybe... don't tell her this yet."
"good."
While talking, Ronan sketched out a sketch. At the far end of the river, as if from another place, a vague human figure appeared. Others could not see it, but Ronan knew that it was His Majesty the Emperor Wu.
Because of this person's appearance and her location, this "jade belt around the mountain" has some different meanings.
Ronan pondered for a moment, added some other elements to the picture, and then asked Ruiwen: "...Aunt and the others are back?"
"Well, get ready to go to the nursing home. Sister Moya will go by herself."
"You can sleep a little longer and go by yourself... You will definitely arrive before us." Mo Peng, who was approaching the door, answered and knocked impatiently, "Hurry up, I just checked the navigation
, the road was blocked until it exploded.”
During the Mid-Autumn Festival, family gatherings should be together with the elderly no matter what.
It was the same last year, but in retrospect, the scene that day was really not very nice. During this time, Mr. Luo Yuandao's physical and mental state improved. Although it was still a little difficult to recognize people, communication was not so strenuous anymore, and occasionally he could
When you recognize your daughter and son-in-law clearly, and even hesitate to call your granddaughter by name, that is undoubtedly the time when the atmosphere is the most lively.
Because Moya had done this, Ms. Luo Shuqing reluctantly forgave her for not seeing anyone for dozens of hours, not attending the Mo family gathering at noon, and now she came over to attend the family banquet like a rush.
As for Mo Peng and Ronan, they were still too young when they made an impression on the old man, so they didn't give them any difficulty.
Ronan ran to the master of the monastery opposite and chatted for a while. Of course, he bypassed the monastery master's previous "request" to "treat his brain." He probably no longer needs to use that method to understand the deep blue world.
and Levi.
It didn't take long before the monastery owner pushed him out again and asked him to reunite with his family. He also declined his invitation to have a meal together.
Ronan noticed that even though it was the Mid-Autumn Festival, He Yueyin did not come over. The current location...the branch headquarters of Shangding Building was not at He's house either.
As expected, except that both father and daughter were alone, it was really hard to describe.
Considering the complicated life and emotional entanglements involved, it would be difficult for Ronan to intervene in the mediation.
Forget it, it’s the holidays!
Ronan put these things behind his mind for the time being. Together with Mo Peng, he went to the duty room of the nursing home to borrow tables and chairs, and then went to the attached platform on this floor to find a leeward place and arrange food. Just now in his grandfather's room,
They had a simple meal with the old man, but mainly they tried to communicate and let the old man enjoy their family life. This meal was considered a serious family dinner.
It was already completely dark, and there was no lighting on this side of the platform. But when I turned around, I could see the warm lights and swaying figures in grandpa’s room, which was good.
But Mo Peng shouted: "It's cloudy today."
In the sky, the clouds are like scales and the moon is half-covered, which is a bit regretful.
"It would be nice to show you."
At this time, Moya brought Ruiwen to the platform, sat down directly, picked up a drink, and enjoyed the fruits of the two brothers' labor, and asked Ruiwen to follow her example.
Rui Wen would definitely not do this and consciously followed Ronan to help.
In fact, there wasn't much work here, and soon the four brothers and sisters were chatting under the half-lit moonlight.
Moya was in a good mood. Even if she complained about the recent mess in the company and the nameless Shanxi Band, she was still smiling and there was no particularly negative emotion.
As one of the culprits who caused all this, Ronan breathed a sigh of relief, but soon frowned again.
With his current eyesight, he can always see something, but this kind of thing... let's not worry about it for now.
At least that's the case tonight.
Let this small family continue according to the rhythm of the past, as long as possible. Let everyone's common memories, like old photos, reproduce the fragments of life, even if they slowly turn yellow, and get a glimpse by chance, they are already hard to find in the world.
of beauty.
Time can weather most emotions. Indulge in them before numbness. Such memories are really precious and hard to have.
At this time, the lights in grandpa's room were turned off, and the old man went to bed early. Being able to sleep peacefully like this was still a luxury two months ago.
Without the torture of the past years, how would we know this preciousness? But in the world, cognition always lags behind experience. The most helpless thing is that most of the subsequent cognitions will never have the opportunity to gain that experience.
Situations like Mr. Luo Yuandao's situation are rare. Ronan only obtained positive benefits after using his own ability and luck to sacrifice a former king-level strongman like the "Blood Prison King".
In such a vast universe and among billions of galaxies, things like this don’t happen every day.
Ronan thought this way and clearly noticed that his thinking pattern had become a little gloomy.
There is no doubt that this was affected by the "wildfire".
An "uploader" who has existed for thousands of years has almost spanned the history of human civilization on this side of the earth. His memories and life experiences are not so easy to digest. It must be admitted that such a guy is in the majority of the world.
The thickness and depth of thinking about life issues far exceed those of Ronan. This kind of reverse penetration is inevitable.
There will definitely be some hidden dangers, and Ronan will need some time to buffer, resolve and settle.
A few minutes later, my aunt and uncle also came to the platform and joined in the young people's conversation. In order to avoid disturbing grandpa and other residents, everyone lowered their voices, but they were very interested and chatted for a long time.
Ronan didn't care too much about what they talked about specifically.
Looking back many years later, he will most likely not remember the details of this night, but he should not forget this feeling, this feeling that has lasted for more than ten years.
Yes, don't.
However, after experiencing the dream life of "wildfire", from the most objective perspective, who can definitely determine:
I won't forget!
Ronan raised his head, facing the fish-scale cloudy sky, and was stunned for a while, then slowly breathed out.
After a few seconds, the clouds subsided silently, and the bright white moonlight streamed down, spreading over the platform and illuminating everyone on it.
As the head of the family, uncle Mo Haihang seized this opportunity and raised his glass to propose:
"The moonlight is just right, everything goes well, let's have a drink!"
Around the small square table, from Ms. Luo Shuqing on down, Mo Ya, Mo Peng, Luo Nan, and Ruiwen all used their habitually lowered voices to join in and raised the disposable paper cups in their hands: