Tang Zhao looked along the light and found that it was a washbasin in the corner of the room, suddenly shining brightly. The basin was exactly the washbasin. After washing his face at night, there was only half a basin of cold water left, and not even a piece of soap.
The last time I saw glowing water, it was in a ruined temple, an abandoned garden, or a well.
It was from that well that the fairy rose.
Is this moment the same as that moment?
Just kidding, that’s a long way to go!
What was the atmosphere at that time, what is the atmosphere here?
It is not unusual at all for fairies, gods, monsters, and ghost foxes to emerge from deep mountains and old forests, abandoned gardens and abandoned wells.
What's in this basin of cold water?
Can fairies get into washbasins?
Tang Zhao complained in his heart, but he couldn't help but cautiously approached.
Sure enough, the water in the basin would glow. Tang Zhao put his hand over it, and the light reflected on his arm, making his skin glow.
When the fingers are put into the water, the hairs on the hair are numb, as if they were put into cold water...
Nonsense, just cold water.
When you lift it with your fingers, the water drops splash up and scatter in all directions, each one shining brightly, like broken jade, like loose beads, like the bubbles of a dream.
What exactly is...
Tang Zhao pondered, remembering the story he told that night.
That story is the beginning of everything. So, it seems that I should look for the key from there.
"In order for the fairy to rise, you must first throw the ax down."
Are you still throwing away your glasses?
Tang Zhao took off his glasses hesitantly, then was surprised——
There was darkness before my eyes, and the light was gone!
The water basin is still in front of me, quiet and dark. How can there be any brilliance?
Put on your glasses again and the light comes on again!
After taking them off and putting them on several times, he finally confirmed that there was light only in the field of view of the glasses, and not when they were taken off. And what he saw after taking off his glasses was obviously the real world. That light was just an illusion.
That makes sense.
After all, it’s the glasses that are magical, not the washbasin.
Although it was a dream, Tang Zhao stubbornly determined that this was definitely not his illusion. He had to throw in at least a few things. Since he had to wear glasses, he definitely didn't throw them into the water. He could try something else.
.
cup--
no response.
Inkstone——
Boom, it sank to the bottom.
Pen--
Floating.
Candle……
He patiently tried the same thing, but it never elicited any reaction, and he sighed inwardly. It was not that he was disappointed. He had actually guessed that only that kind of thing would be useful, but he never made up his mind.
After hesitating for a long time, he finally made up his mind, carefully picked up the technique, and gently dipped it into the water.
He moved gently, keeping his fingers from the paper so that he could pull it up before it was soaked.
Gululu...
When the paper touches the water, ripples appear layer by layer. A piece of paper is light and fluttering, but when it enters the water, it feels like a heavy Taishan stone. The water waves separate on all sides...
A fairy with golden eyes, silver hair, green armor, and a sword rose up from the water.
Tang Zhao stared blankly and moved his lips.
It seems like I want to say:
"haven't seen you for a long time!"
It's really you.
This fairy is several sizes smaller than the one under the water, only about a foot tall, which matches the washbasin. Although the fairy is still noble in temperament and has an extraordinary appearance, it is really difficult to bring shock and awe from the bottom of my heart.
The fairy has no fireworks, her smile is elegant, she holds a ball of golden light in one hand and a ball of silver light in the other hand:
"Young man, did you lose the Golden Flower to Attract the Phoenix, or the Silver Flower to Attract the Phoenix?"
…
What the hell...
Tang Zhao had a thought: "Isn't this a fool?"
Can a gold ax and a silver ax be used together like this?
His Tong is not that Copper.
"You...sister fairy, can you listen to me?"
"Are you the fairy from before? Are you real or an illusion?"
"Where are you? Are you still in the well, or are you hiding in the glasses?"
"Why did you show up to give me glasses in the first place? Do you have any requirements for me?"
However, no matter how much Tang Zhao kept asking, the fairy stopped moving after she finished speaking and floated quietly on the water. It seemed that if Tang Zhao didn't continue, she would float to the end of the world.
There was no other way, so Tang Zhao had to answer first:
"None of them, what I lost is...Tonghua Fengfeng Jue."
As he spoke, his face grew hot, as if he were playing a crude game of house.
But isn’t that only played by six- or seven-year-old children?
He hasn't played in five or six years.
"You are such an honest person," the fairy smiled, "I will give you both the Golden Flower and the Silver Flower to Attract the Phoenix."
Two balls of gold and silver light flew towards Tang Zhao at the same time.
Tang Zhao was stunned. The first time he met the fairy, he didn't have any gold or silver. He just returned the glasses to himself. This time the action was unexpected, and he reached out to take it in a hurry -
Gold and silver lights intertwined in front of his eyes, and before his fingers touched it, a dazzling light suddenly bloomed and rushed towards his face——
There was a vibration, the sky and the earth changed color, and it suddenly became clear!
The surrounding area was on fire, with flames in all directions.
The flames reach all over the sky and the earth, and there is nothing but flames between heaven and earth.
In other words, heaven and earth are originally flames, and flames are heaven and earth.
The flames are colorful and auspicious.
All kinds of bright, gorgeous and brilliant colors are intertwined and flowing.
It is not the color of the human world, not the color of flowers, not the color of insects, nor is it the frivolous and shallow dyeing of silk and satin brocade.
The divine bird was clearly right in front of us, but it was extremely blurry and could not be seen clearly.
He looked hard, looked hard, and all he saw was...
A feather!
It was a piece of golden feather, the gold was so brilliant, it looked like flames were flowing.
He stared infatuatedly, following the branches on the feathers. The more he looked, the clearer it became. The flowing fire above seemed to be burning...
It's burning, it's burning!
boom!
Tang Zhao is like a withered leaf, bursting into flames!
"ah--"
——
"Brother Zhao——"
"Um?"
Tang Zhao suddenly came back to his senses and opened his eyes.
There was a huge crack in front of me, splitting the world in half, and all the scenery was skewed along the crack.
?I'm blind?
"Brother Zhao?" Wei Changle's voice was right next to his ear.
Tang Zhao squinted his eyes and saw Wei Changle's face on one side of the gap.
Phew, I thought I was blind, but it turns out my glasses were cracked.
…
Glasses cracked?
Tang Zhao pulled off his glasses and saw a crack in the middle of one lens.
"Ah...my glasses!"
Tang Zhao groaned, his heart dripping with blood, and he stroked the lens tremblingly. The broken lens was really shocking. The cracks running across the left and right split the lens into two, almost cutting it in half. That is to say, the frame of the frame remained intact. It seemed that a little force could do it.
Snap off the two halves. Tang Zhao has always cherished his glasses, and he was so distressed that he almost cried.
What's going on? What did you do last night to make your good glasses crack like this?
As soon as I thought of this, the memories of last night immediately came to mind, letters, thousand-character essays, notes, fairies, gold and silver, exercises...
These memories made his heart beat wildly, and then he felt the cold and hard floor on his skin.
Tang Zhao was lying on his back on the floor.
Dreams and reality kept intertwining. He got up and saw that he was lying in the corner of the room, only three feet away from the basin. Behind him was the table where he wrote last night. There was a mess of letters on the table, and the gaps in the paper were faintly visible.
gold.
broken!
Tang Zhao was even more panicked and hurriedly gathered the things together, holding them in his hands and stuffing them without knowing where. When he turned around, he saw Wei Changle standing quietly next to him.
It was already dark at this time, and the morning light shone into the house through the window paper. Wei Changle was bathed in the sunlight, his expression blurred.
Tang Zhao thought of the chaos he saw in the house as soon as he entered the door, and the scene where he was lying on the ground with his arms and legs stretched out. He clasped his toes on the ground in embarrassment and explained: "I was sleepwalking last night... uh... my glasses were broken, it was very...
An important relic of the elders.”
What happened last night was so strange that he didn't know where to start.
Wei Changle looked even stranger and asked softly: "What are glasses?"
Tang Zhao showed him the glasses in his hand and said, "That's it. It's rare, isn't it? Maybe it's the only one in the world."
Wei Changle was silent for a moment, then looked back at the door and window. Seeing that they were tightly closed, Fang came closer and whispered: "Sure enough, you have something in your hand?"
Tang Zhao was stunned, and suddenly came back to his senses. A cold air rushed up to him, and he lost his voice and said: "You mean..."
Wei Changle shook his head slightly, his voice getting deeper and deeper, and said: "Actually...it's not strange to see things that others can't see, right? We have all experienced it. It's just that you are more powerful than me. I can see things that others can't see, but you can see them.
I can’t see it.”
At this time, Tang Zhao's mind went through the day's experiences like a revolving door - ever since the glasses were fished out of the water and broken and reunited, he had been wearing them, but no one took a second look at this new item, as if this thing was not worth mentioning.
Existence. I felt vaguely strange, but I didn’t think much about it.
So, no one saw these glasses at all?
No, I have these glasses in my hand for a long time and wear them at home. Other than myself, others can see them, including my father, and even my neighbor’s uncle!
Could it be that that night...
That night, in the dry well, his glasses were already lost?
What fairy fished out of the well, what gold glasses, silver glasses, what broken mirrors reunited, and last night... those strange things last night, were they all delusions due to illness?
Tang Zhao was agitated, and in addition to fear, he also felt a sense of sadness.
Because of repeated encounters and emotional ups and downs, have you reached the point of schizophrenia?
No……
no!
As soon as he lowered his head, he still realized that there was something more in his mind.