"It’s not that I abandoned my initial heart … but that I forgot the thing that made my initial heart born from emptiness."
Amber is valuable because of its contents, but its shell is equally important.
Without that dripping resin to be solidified again?
"… what?"
Lin Ling is a little confused.
She is not quite sure who Russell is talking to.
But she soon reacted … Russell was talking to himself.
"People are forgetful … it’s not worse to forget important things carelessly. People already have the famous’ dream’ species hatched from that memory.
"But when the species has turned into trees, it is normal to imagine, be excited and be forced to wait when planting that species at first … it is normal that the enthusiasm for jumping into the future has already been exhausted.
"-if you accidentally forget something, try it again."
Russell’s dim yellow at the base of the pupil gradually faded.
It’s like going back in time-the sun rises against the trend at dusk
That light is separated little by little … or the turbid and yellow part gradually sinks into the depths of consciousness, and the exposed part becomes clear, clean and transparent again.
Russell will course shape artifact slowly closed again.
Behind Russell, the artifact reveals a carefree laugh, stroking hands and laughing.
It was not a mocking laugh, nor was it amused by ignorance, but when I finally saw that I wanted to see that scene, I couldn’t help shouting and laughing happily.
Seeing the original is making the image artifact of the blue songbird gradually become huge.
He changed back to himself.
Or … it’s an artifact that Russell has never seen before.
Russell suddenly took a deep breath and opened his eyes.
The shadow behind him became darker and darker.
A virtual shadow starts from neutrality and turns into reality.
He was wearing a purple neutral suit with a white shirt and a flowing tie like a nebula on the inside.
A tall man’s head is a nebula like a hole.
The farther the nebula goes, the bigger it leaps like a flame, and the thick black material inside is moving by itself like a star, just like its world is not the same, and it seems that the constantly leaping, changing and rotating spark is just a wound, revealing the virtual reality of the world behind it.
He never puts his hands behind his back, but if he wraps around his back, he can see that there is no "hand" in his cuff, but the same virtual nebula in his head.
And the more he goes from the waist, the darker he gets. At the most surface, Russell’s shadow has merged.
Seeing this scene, Lin Ling stepped back in horror.
A dark and scorching storm hovered from Russell’s feet.
The whole land around is gradually blackened as if it were a dark mire.
And the "artifact" projection has become more and more huge.
Even a street outsider can see all this.
"Laugh, laugh …"
Russell muttered to himself.
His voice is stressed.
Sharp, deep, old and crisp …
A lot of different sounds, together with Russell’s speech that I don’t know where to get a sharp laugh, overlap.
"Laugh at me.
"Laughing at my hypocrisy can deceive oneself and others, laughing at my weakness and stupidity, laughing at my stepping back and stepping out.