Strange disease

How could this be?

I stared blankly at the crowd pushing and shoving in front of me, and my brain fell into a state of stagnation.

It's so strange, obviously that person was standing in front of me just now, but in the blink of an eye, he seemed to be swallowed by this bustling crowd.

Maybe it was because I was in a daze for too long, standing in the middle of the road blocking the way of others, and being pushed behind me, I staggered forward and had to keep going.

I turned around, and I didn't know who pushed me. Every face behind me had a completely dull expression, and they kept moving forward like a machine.

I suddenly had a feeling of countdown.

I can't explain the feeling, obviously everyone looks "normal", but the whole scene is inexplicably eerie.

It's like those "people" who have only one important thing left, which is to move forward...

Keep going, never stop.

Gradually, some ancient wooden buildings with unique shapes appeared on the side of the road. They looked like the shops that opened beside the path when they were in the world. Among them, the most conspicuous one should be a door with the word "wine" The storefront with the bright red flag, I turned my head and glanced at the place. The wooden door was open, and there were many people around it, and there were a few black jars on the side.

In fact, I kind of want to go in and have a look, I'm just a little curious about the function of this "wine". Is this the legendary Mengpo soup?

But there were too many people around me, they almost pushed me forward, which made me have to go over the shop and keep going.

There was a young woman with a good-looking face beside me, she seemed to be quite talkative, so I decided to ask her for help, wondering if she could answer the unfinished doubts in my heart.

I patted her on the shoulder, she turned her head, and I was about to speak——

At this moment, I saw her eyes wide open, looking at me with a look that might be "surprised".

Then, the next second, I watched her disappear out of thin air before my eyes.

This time, I didn't blink, or even move, and I was fully focused, always guarding against what happened before.

Because of this, I clearly witnessed what just happened——

Just at the last second, the scene in front of him seemed to have a short pause similar to a video tape jam, and countless strange faces converged in the same exact place, constantly changing.

Then, everyone around me, including the young woman who was being stopped by me, instantly switched to countless strange faces that I had never met before.

...It turned out to be like this.

I clearly still walked the same road under my feet, but everyone around me has changed, as if I have stepped into another world, another time and space.

This is so bizarre.

I couldn't believe my eyes.

Then, as I moved forward, I confirmed countless times.

Facts have proved that, whether it is long or short, even if I try to strike up a conversation with someone, the other party will disappear quickly (if it is described by the concept of time of a living person, it is about one or two minutes).

I inquired for a long time, because the other party would disappear after a while every time I spoke, the efficiency of communication was greatly reduced.In order to get as much information as possible, at the end, I found that I also had to speed up my speech, talking to others in a tone of continuous cannonballs like going to the market.

And the other party will tacitly answer with the fastest speed and the most concise language.

Finally, I finally came to a conclusion that can be called whimsical but has to be convincing.

To put it simply, at this moment, I seem to be in a place where countless parallel time and space overlap and converge. These time and space planes are interspersed and intertwined. Soon, we will be scattered into another world line under an invisible effect, even though each world is the same.

At the foot of the road is the same bamboo road, with the same red wine flag floating on the side of the road, and all the "buildings" around it seem to stand forever.

There are only people, the endless stream of people around here, they have already changed their appearance unknowingly.

As for how many parallel time and space exist in this place?

The answer I got was, countless.

Or, no one knows.

In fact, most of the passers-by seemed unwilling to talk to me, and just went on their own way, but what one passer-by said to me left a deep impression on me——

He said: "Yes. It's what you think, the people around you are changing every moment."

"Here, you'll never meet someone you know."

"You never, ever, see the people you miss."

After saying this, he laughed, showing his white teeth. The smile was full of despair and pain, just like the expression of a tortured evil spirit in hell, which made me feel chills all over my body and almost shuddered.

Before the words fell, he had disappeared.

I know, I will never see this person again.

No one can meet the same person a second time on this road.

It turns out that this is the place where this person will come after death...

All fate is cut off.

- "You'll never see the people you miss again."

Every word of this is like hitting my heart, it hurts and sores.

What was I thinking when I heard this sentence?

In my heart, the only thing that emerges is Xi Rong.

Only Xi Rong.

His appearance, his voice, his name...

Open your eyes, close your eyes, it's all about him.

It's all about him...

These two words run over my lips and tongue with endless nostalgia, even a slight wind and grass movement is enough to make my eyes swell, like a thousand arrows piercing my heart.

You will never see the people you miss again.

But I... miss him so much.

Thinking of... every second is like a sharp knife stabbing me in the heart, every second is like being tortured on a frying pan, and it's like being in a cold winter with people coming and going around me Silently passing by before my eyes, only a strange face is left, but I can no longer see the person I love the most.

This is the most extreme loneliness, the most silent and painful torture.