The Lost City of Alien Beasts

Chapter 1072 Poetry Analysis
After hearing this, Suzaku was quite surprised: "Have you heard it in your dream too?"

"It's not in a dream." Gao Yang shook his head and said, "Master Jiang told me before he died. He said that my grandma Yun read this poem to him."

Gao Yang paused for a moment: "I asked him what he meant, but he didn't explain, or maybe he didn't have time to explain."

The two fell silent again and began to think seriously about the poem.

Soon, Zhuque's eyes lit up: "Is the 'eternal home' that Qilin mentioned is the 'Eternal Paradise' in the poem?"

Gao Yang concentrated for a moment and repeated the original sentence: "The wanderer seeks eternal paradise."

"Eternal paradise, eternal home, ever-rotating top." Suzaku's eyes dimmed for a moment:

"Qilin didn't talk about his childhood in detail, but from some fragments of words, I can know that he had a happy family when he was a child. Later, his parents died. Qilin should be regarded as a homeless wanderer mentally."

"The logic is established." Gao Yang was enlightened by Suzaku, "By analogy, the 'ignorant' refers to the lost, or it may be the unawakened human beings who live in confusion until the end of the world and die in the fog."

"Ignorant people sleep on the mist..." Suzaku pondered and suddenly raised his head to look at Gao Yang: "The fearless people, do you mean us?"

Gao Yang hesitated for a moment and nodded: "I think so. We refuse to go to Eternal Paradise, are not afraid of death, and have been looking for real hope."

"Then what does 'traveling up the mist' mean?" Suzaku asked: "Does it refer to our spirit of going upstream, or does it contain specific clues, just like 'Eternal Paradise' refers to 'Eternal Home'?"

Gao Yang frowned slightly: "I don't know either. However, I always feel that I have missed something, but I can't remember it at once."

Suzaku waited quietly, fearing to scare away Gao Yang's inspiration.

After a while, Gao Yang shook his head, a little frustrated: "No, I still can't remember it. It's obviously very close, but I just can't find it."

"Try the feeling classification method." Suzaku turned sideways, "What does the thing you want to think of have to do with it? Is it fog?"

Gao Yang shook his head: "It seems not."

"Twelve runes?"

"No."

"Cang Mu Cult?"

"No."

"The Door to the End."

Gao Yang was stunned, "It seems to be related to this, but... it's still a little bit worse, like... it's just scratching the surface."

"A strange metaphor." Suzaku smiled, "Only I can understand it."

Suzaku thought for a moment: "Forget it, let's leave it for now, let's change the entry point. Please recall carefully, why did you suddenly feel like you were thinking of something just now?"

Gao Yang narrowed his eyes slightly.

"Is it because of that poem?" Suzaku continued to ask.

Gao Yang shook his head: "Probably not. Before you wake up, I will occasionally think about that poem."

"Then why did you suddenly think of something this time? Is it because I read a poem to you?" Suzaku asked casually.

Gao Yang was startled, and another flash of inspiration flashed in his brain, but he still couldn't catch it.

"Is it really because of me?" Suzaku noticed Gao Yang's reaction in time and continued to guide: "It means that you thought of something because of me?"

"Yes." Gao Yang nodded: "Because of you."

Suzaku continued to narrow down the scope: "Is it true, what did I say to you before..."

"what!"

Gao Yang shouted. At this moment, he seemed to be standing in a chaotic room, and finally remembered where he put his mobile phone.

"Found it! I found it!" Gao Yang was like a child solving a problem, his eyes shining with pure joy of sharing.

"Great! What is it?" Suzaku couldn't wait any longer.

"It's the Scarlet Tide!" Gao Yang announced the answer.

"what?"

Suzaku was dumbfounded: It's been a long time, and that's it?

"Suzaku, you explained the Scarlet Tide to me in detail. Do you remember?" Gao Yang asked.

"I remember, on the way back to Qilin's office." Suzaku said.

"Where did you say the blood mist came from?" Gao Yang asked.

"Behind the door," Suzaku said. "Have you seen it with your own eyes?" Gao Yang asked.

"No, Qilin told me, and we didn't see it in his illusion later..." Suzaku was stunned: "Ah! Oh my god!"

Suzaku suddenly realized and grabbed Gao Yang's arm: "There is no door! There is no door at all!"

"Yes!" Gao Yang smiled: "Qilin said that there is no door to the end. Since there is no door, where does the blood mist of the Scarlet Tide come from?"

"Follow the fog! Follow the fog!" Suzaku repeated twice excitedly: "The clues are hidden in here!"

Gao Yang nodded: "The fog here is not fog, but the blood fog of the scarlet tide! The ignorant are the lost beasts and ordinary humans. They will fall asleep in the blood fog, so they are called 'sleeping on the fog'!"

"And we are the 'Fearless'!" Suzaku took over:
"We're 'tracing the fog', that is to say, we have to follow the blood mist to find the source! The source of the blood mist has the answer we want!"

……

10 o'clock in the evening, fifteenth grade.

The bell rang, and the brightly lit and extremely quiet teaching building began to boil a little bit. Countless white figures poured out of the glowing classrooms one after another. They quickly gathered downstairs, some of them rushed to the dormitory, and some of them rushed to the school gate.

The lights at the school gate were dim, and the flowing white crowd was like a swarm of moths.

Among the crowd, a slender girl with twin tails was walking with her head buried in her back, carrying a large drawing board.

Soon, a boy with glasses and a crew cut walked through the crowd and quickly caught up with him: "Gao Xinxin! Wait, wait for me..."

Gao Xinxin did not look back, but slowed down.

It wasn't until the boy caught up that she glanced sideways at him with disgust: "How many times have I told you, don't call me by my name in public."

"Oh oh oh, I forgot again, look at my memory." Guang Huan quickly apologized and lowered his voice: "Let's go together."

"Brother Kai, come pick me up."

"I know, this has to be done first." Guang Huan giggled.

In the past, Guang Huan still knew how to behave appropriately. If Gao Xinxin found him annoying, he would wait until she was in a good mood before getting together.

But now, Gao Xinxin has "lost and recovered", Guang Huan's mentality has completely changed: Even if we are friends, I will cherish every minute and second with Gao Xinxin in the future.

To put it simply: Don't miss any opportunity to appear in front of Gao Xinxin, and don't miss any opportunity to participate in Gao Xinxin's life.

Even if it is just a short walk after self-study in the evening, you must have the same perseverance as playing games and checking in every day, rain or shine.

The two of them walked side by side at night. Guang Huan danced and talked endlessly. If the topic was not hot, he had to keep it warm.

Gao Xinxin replied wordlessly, a little absent-mindedly.

After hesitating for a few seconds, she finally slowed down and looked up at Guang Huan: "It's my brother's birthday tomorrow."

"April 4st?" Guang Huan was surprised: "It turns out that Brother Yang's birthday is April Fool's Day."

"Yes." Gao Xinxin said: "Tomorrow is Sunday, I have half a day off in the afternoon. I plan to choose a gift for him and celebrate his birthday with him in the evening."

"Okay, I'll also buy a gift for Brother Yang..."

"Guang Huan." Gao Xinxin pursed his lips and smiled: "My brother is an I and doesn't like birthday parties. I'm sorry, but you don't need to buy gifts."

"Haha, it's okay." Guang Huan scratched his head in embarrassment: "I still have to buy gifts. You can give them to me. I have something to do tomorrow night."

"There's really no need to give it." Gao Xinxin said: "I'm telling you this because I want to discuss with you what gift would be better for my brother. I've been thinking about it for a long time, but I haven't thought of the right one yet."

"What did you give him before?" Guang Huan asked.

"Before?" Gao Xinxin was stunned and smiled sheepishly: "Just say 'Happy Birthday'."

"Haha." Guang Huan also laughed, "Why do you suddenly want to give gifts this year?"

"Isn't this because my conscience has discovered it?" Gao Xinxin shrugged pretending to be relaxed.

Guang Huan stopped asking any more questions and touched his chin and thought seriously: "How about starting with hobbies? If your brother likes to play games, give him game peripherals and figurines. If he likes to play basketball, give him basketball shoes."

Gao Xinxin thought for a moment: "He likes them all, but he doesn't particularly like them."

"Then let's see what he lacks recently?" Guang Huan continued to give ideas: "You can make some insinuations, or find out from his good friends."

"It makes sense, thank you, I'll think about it." Gao Xinxin looked up and saw the sports car on the roadside: "Let's stop here."

"okay, see you tomorrow!"

Guang Huan stopped where he was and waved to Gao Xinxin.

(End of this chapter)