Blessings to the beautiful stars

What is performed on the stage will of course be what the audience likes to hear and see.

Of course, there are many directors or screenwriters in ancient and modern China and abroad who want to pursue some artistic pursuits, and then want to have some elegant expressions, so they write a series of tragedies and incomplete endings.

It seems that making the audience feel uncomfortable is the most worthwhile pursuit.

Zuo Wu was caught off guard by such tragedies several times, and he also secretly slandered that these ancient playwrights had worked for him, and he had beaten up these ancient playwrights in the past to vent his anger.

But it is undeniable that those completely satisfactory results will not always stay in my heart for a long time.

As for those tragedies, although I often dare not read them a second time, the somewhat sad atmosphere will always take root and ferment in my heart.As time goes on, the impression will become more and more profound.

at this time.

Zuo Wu, who has "absorption", can see more fully than Ai Shanshan how he was put on this somewhat paradoxical banquet by the semi-gods——

First, I felt a deep vortex suddenly appeared in my heart, and then my consciousness was pulled away from the body along with this vortex, which was irresistible.

But I don't feel too uncomfortable, as if when the fever is so high that the headache is about to split, I finally look forward to the painkiller I have been thinking about, so that I can fall asleep drowsily in the gradually rising numbness.

Although he was still sleepy, his weak body seemed to be able to float in the numbness that seemed to be slightly drunk.Floating along with it is my own thoughts, and I can have such a vague dream when I am "awake".

The dream of being alone is as luxurious as the so-called "alone time".Many thoughts that I usually dare not think about, or have no time to think about carefully, can also take the opportunity to think carefully one by one.

In the darkness before coming to this banquet, in this luxurious solitude, Zuo Wu only felt boundless loneliness rising in his heart.

It's time to be lonely too.

Even today, within a few hours, I accepted the fact that Della had to leave, and walked side by side with the Pope under the chaotic time rules inside the Infinite God Machine, as if walking side by side for a long time.

But the feeling of sympathy with the Pope had just arisen, and the irreconcilable contradictions and estrangements between himself and him finally appeared at the moment before the end of the parallel journey.

There are also concerns about Aishanshan and Levina who are still in the void.

And seeing that Martyr Xi and King Li'e parted ways within a few hours today, and ended their life of mutual protection and companionship so easily, they felt sorry for each other.

So many emotions started to intertwine and brew.

Does the matter of the Pope mean that under this starry sky, as the emperor himself, he is doomed to have no confidant?Does Della's scheduled departure mean that her relatives will eventually get farther and farther away from her?

There is also the matter of Ai Shanshan, there is not much luck left in his body.Of course, Ai Shanshan in the void is extremely dangerous.

Well, if...

What if all these partings, as well as the breakdown of Xi’s martyred family that he witnessed, were signs of Ai Shanshan’s possible death this time?

Even when the void is relatively calm, it is undisputedly dangerous to drive a mecha through it, let alone it is stirred into chaos by the pain of countless space whales and each source of gravity?
Even the most basic optimism seems a bit blind.

Although there were signs, Zuo Wu knew that there was nothing he could do.

Even if the consciousness is still awake and not disturbed by the half-god, and his hands can't reach the space beyond the infinite magic machine, how can he protect Aishanshan and Levina well?

and so.

When the drift of consciousness finally settled and he came to this strange and paradoxical banquet.

Zuo Wu looked around for the first time, and saw that Xiaohui was beside him, and Aishanshan and Levina were not far away from him.

So is Della.

Of course, out of concern for Ai Shanshan, Zuo Wu looked at the sea monster a few more times, only to see that Ai Shanshan was also looking at him.

At that time, Ai Shanshan just came back to his senses, looked around, saw Zuo Wu, felt relieved, and was upset that he was still stupid.

She didn't know that before Zuo Wu was pulled here, he was so close to the semi-spirituality, his consciousness was completely affected, and it was normal for him to be unable to recover for a while.

And Zuo Wu's sudden relief also made this unconsciousness a lot worse.

Ah, it would be nice if they were there.

An Xin made Zuo Wu not even realize that he should fight against this illusory feeling, he could only obey his uncontrollable body for a while, stuffing the rubber-like spoon into his mouth.

Then, seeing the half-god with the appearance of a little human girl accompanied by Della, Chongniang told Ai Shanshan that she had never been afraid of sea monsters, but it seemed that the atmosphere was not in place and each was dissatisfied.

Half a god has no experience.

Della may not know how to realize her wish.

Even Ai Shanshan felt inexplicable, and her instinct prompted her to reach out, at least hug Della, and touch the scales on her body.A gentle touch can always communicate with the soul, but the body is out of control, and ultimately failed.

then.

It was Zuo Wu who saw Della and the semi-spirits looking at him together, as well as Xiao Hui beside him.

It's time to take the stage yourself.

It is said that in the movie.Some classic shots are often performed by actors on the spot, such as a well-timed joke, or a very subtle forgetting of words.

It’s just that these impromptu classics are destined to be obtained by chance. The actors on the screen are essentially the director and the script’s puppets, and should not have their own souls.

It is also heard that a good actor often needs to be more involved than any audience.

Zuo Wu thought of those tragic classics again in a trance. In the era without video, would actors who need to be deeply involved in the play experience the pain of the characters repeatedly in performances?
In a sense, the actor is worse than the character himself.The misery of the character is that its highlights are true, but it only needs to be experienced once.Actors have to torture themselves repeatedly, time and time again.

and so.

Zuo Wu felt in a daze that he was much luckier than those actors, reconciled, reconciled with Xiao Hui.This is by no means a tragedy, but a dream that I almost feel impossible to achieve.

how good?

How good.

Della was watching, and the half-god who looked like a little girl was also holding a notebook, concentrating on it.

He had already stood up, and so did Xiao Hui.Some cramped seats suddenly turned into a wide stage, and those rubber-like pots and pans danced around, reflecting the light just right, like a spotlight.

Xiao Hui decided to raise his head.

Zuo Wu opened his mouth and read out the lines from the script: "Are we reconciled?"

"En." Xiao Hui nodded.

She agreed so easily.

Zuo Wu was stunned for a moment, and suddenly felt his interest faded.The long-awaited dream was shattered in an instant, and the reason may be that the eyes of the little gray who nodded his head were full of stagnant water.

It is said that even if some actors get an extremely bad script, they can try their best to substitute themselves into those illogical roles, and they are extremely dedicated.

I'm definitely not that dedicated.

Even Della, who wanted to witness all this, lowered her face unwillingly.The semi-deity was scrambling on the side, as if trying to adjust the script on the spot, at least to try to salvage the perception.

A bad director needs to be rescued by the improvisation of the actors.

Zuo Wu was lowering his head, but he caught a glimpse of a struggling light in Xiao Hui's originally unwavering eyes.Her body was shaking, too, like a stuck machine struggling to function.

struggling.

Xiao Hui intermittently: "Reconciliation...ha, you...wish me...to let go...of Guang Xingxinghai's...revenge...?"

"...No." Zuo Wu restrained himself, tried his best to restrain himself.

"No, restrain yourself...I want to...listen to you telling the truth," Xiao Hui squeezed out a smile: "We are... in a dream, whatever we say or do, we can be forgiven."

in a dream?

"How do you know it's a dream?" Zuo Wu subconsciously asked.

Xiao Hui just glanced to the side.

Zuo Wu followed her gaze, suddenly, and wanted to laugh at how he hadn't noticed it earlier.

Xiao Hui simply looked out the window, the window of the banquet hall.

It's not a normal sight outside.It was the Pope and the Great Khan; their bodies were stretched to infinity, and twisted together with a mass of twisted flesh, weaving together into a living canopy.

As for the twisted flesh, there are countless tentacles and limbs extending, but these limbs are not infinite, but have a definite end.

Zuo Wu tried his best to lower his head, sure enough, what he was stepping on was not the floor.The square and square floor gaps, if you look closely, are the capillaries of the strange and twisted pieces of meat extending into the banquet hall.

The capillaries are gathered together, tied in one place like anchors——

It was Della's feet.

The worm lady was wondering.

Xiao Hui has already whispered: "I think the flesh and blood outside... should be the embodiment of the consciousness of the ether dragon."

"This is an illusory dream, and it is also a dream that can go on infinitely."

"The semi-deity uses the infinite magic machine formed by the 'me' fleet to connect our consciousness. And Della is still carrying out consciousness projection with the ether dragon, so the ether dragon is also pulled in."

"So, this is a dream."

Xiao Hui's voice was like a dream: "The infinite magic machine calculates infinite possibilities, and your answer can also give birth to infinite possibilities that will never happen in reality."

"So, let me ask you again, even if it's just to comfort me—do you want me to let go of the hatred in my hometown? Anyway, this is a dream, a dream where everything can be forgiven, you are, and so am I."

"This grudge, this grievance, I carry it on my back, I'm really tired..."

"I've long wanted to get rid of all this."

Yes, this is a dream.

Zuo Wu turned around, wanting to nod to Xiao Hui, who wouldn't want to pursue a moment of sweet dreams?
Yes, it was a dream anyway.Zuo Wu felt that he almost nodded his head.

But from the corner of the eye, he caught a glimpse of the sky outside, the Pope whose body was stretched infinitely, Zuo Wu was in a trance and remembered walking side by side with the Pope, countless landmarks of civilization turned into reality, and were crushed into powder by the breath of the gods , falling heavily on her eyelashes.

Subconsciously, Zuo Wu realized that he could speak, and asked: "If everything here is infused with void energy, can it also be turned into reality?"

Incomplete God nodded honestly: "Yes, yes, I have been practicing!"

Suddenly, Zuo Wu only felt that the reflections of the lightly dancing pots and pans around him also became warmer. How much they wanted to turn the calculated simulation into reality, and the real existence was their elusive dream.

Fulfilling the dreams of others...the merits are boundless.

Nodding seemed to be difficult, but not so difficult anymore.

Zuo Wu also asked:
"...I have some friends who live in the virtual world, they are the virtual Duites. Their data is stored in the Tingyi satellite of the man in gray. I leave it to you, can you let them regain a new body, so that really exist?"

"No problem!" The semi-perfect spirit seemed to be a little excited, and trotted to Zuo Wu's side: "Your wish is much clearer than that child's, let the virtual Dite return to reality... oh."

Zuo Wu was nervous for a moment: "What?"

The half-deity pointed out the window, pointing to the Pope who was entwined with the flesh and blood of the ether dragon, whose body was stretched to infinity like gold leaf: "But your wish is completely opposite to what he proposed."

"What do you mean?" Zuo Wu was puzzled.

The semi-deity snapped its fingers:
"He also has a group of Duites on his side. You say that your side is virtual, but the Pope's side is real? You hope that the virtual Duites will turn the fiction into reality and be themselves. But the Pope I want the real Dite to give up on himself and become someone else at random."

"That's weird, which side do you think I can achieve better?"

It turned out to be the case.

It seems that outside of his own consciousness, the reason why the Khan and the Pope are entangled in the sky is because they regained consciousness on their own feet and started fighting in reality.

It's a pity that I can't see how the two of them are fighting each other, otherwise I must have inspired myself.

Come back to your senses.

Zuo Wu pursed his lips: "Of course it's better for virtual and Dite to be themselves."

"Yeah!" The semi-spiritual spirit nodded, but soon fell into distress: "What can I do next?"

"After what?" Zuo Wu asked.

I saw half a god holding the notebook in front of his chest, tiptoeing:
"I looked at the game data, even if the people in the virtual Dite are themselves, they can only live for 300 years at most, and then? I worked so hard to help you realize your wishes, but in the end, 300 years will be nothing. I, I Not reconciled."

"It's as unreconciled as the game save file that I have put in so much effort to suddenly break!"

Zuo Wu couldn't help but think that the half-god's resentful appearance was cute. After all, his brows and eyes became softer and more human-like in his eyes:
"Then change everyone's lifespan to infinite, so that your achievements will last forever."

"I--tried--it!" He muttered:

"As a result, these archives are the first to be broken. Those troublemakers, the longer they live, the more things will happen. Really, should I make myself a high-ranking decision maker? Kill, kill, kill..."

It seems that the gods will become a little irritable when they talk about games.

Zuo Wu felt that it was getting more and more interesting, and subconsciously said: "Then ask the experience of the real longevity guy. I know one. After living for so long, he becomes calmer and more desireless."

"Who?!" He probed.

Zuo Wu hesitated for a moment, then pointed out the window, pointing to the mass of flesh and blood twisted together with the Great Khan and the Pope.

Symbolizes the flesh and blood of the etheric dragon.

The semi-deity suddenly lost interest: "Oh, it. Didn't it have a good chat with you? In fact, it also has wishes, not small wishes."

"What?" Zuo Wu was really curious.

The god thought for a while and gestured a few times, as if he was trying to use his meager knowledge to summarize the magnificence of the dragon's 130 billion years. After holding back for a long time, his face turned red even when he was holding back.

After a long time, I managed to choke out a few words: "It's... old, old guy, what I like to do most is to talk about the glory of my youth, and I even want to relive it."

Zuo Wu nodded: "What was the most glorious moment of the dragon?"

"It survived the singularity explosion at the creation of the universe 130 billion years ago." (End of this chapter)