I'm trapped in a block

Chapter 1285 Becoming the Shape of a Heart
Why does a lively atmosphere bring tears to one's eyes?
Mo Ling didn't know either, she just quietly watched everything in front of her.

Just then, a tissue was handed to me.

Mo Ling turned her head and instantly burst into tears.

"You're back."

"Mm." Li Luo nodded. "Don't be sad."

"it is good."

After Mo Ling wiped away her tears, Li Luo pulled out a can from somewhere.

"are you hungry?"

"Not hungry."

"Are you thirsty?" She took out another can of Coke.

"Kind of."

Mo Ling took the Coke, pulled the tab, and gulped it down.

It still tastes the same, unchanged.

"Why are you back?" Mo Ling asked, licking the cola from her lips.

Li Luo didn't say anything, but simply pointed to Mo Ling's chest.

Mo Ling looked down and saw that Li Luo was pointing to the location of the heart.

"Heart?"

It's still the heart.

"So this is what my heart is like."

The square turned into the shape of a heart.

All of this was what Mo Ling was thinking...

"So, you're all fake, just simulated by blocks, right?" he asked the crowd in front of him.

When he asked the question, everyone stopped what they were doing and looked at him. Even the mischievous red spirit flowers and the transforming trees stopped.

All those gazes fell upon Mo Ling.

But he didn't feel the pressure of being the center of attention; on the contrary, he felt much more relaxed.

He placed his hand on his chest, feeling the intense beating of his heart.

Thump...thump...

Mo Ling smiled, raised his head, and shouted to the crowd before him:

My heart is pounding! It's real!

In an instant, everything returned to normal.

The atmosphere remains lively.

If the heart can feel it, then everything is real.

Just like what he saw:
The changing seasons, birth, aging, sickness, and death; sunrise and sunset; joy, anger, sorrow, and happiness; flowers blooming and withering; rain and snow falling; separations and reunions; vows of eternal love; the rise and fall of winds and clouds...

Space itself has no meaning; it is everything that happens in space every moment that gives space meaning.

The drawing paper itself has no meaning; it is the actual colors on the drawing paper that give it meaning.

He doesn't need to worry about whether it's a painting, a novel, or a game of fate; as long as his heart can feel it, then it's real.

The same applies to paperweights. They don't exist in the first place; they are just abstract objects with weight. Only when they are placed on a painting do they acquire the meaning of "paperweight" and thus become a real entity.

Mo Ling stopped worrying about what was real and what was fake. He rushed into the red spirit flower bushes and frolicked with the trees. He bathed in the spectrum and felt everything around him.

The doctor's flame burns, both scorching and warm.

The fishmen chattered away as they cooked seafood soup. The dark creature came over, took a sip, and collapsed to the ground as if poisoned.

The fragrance wafted to Mo Ling's side, and he curiously walked over.

When Bai Zhou saw him coming over, he invited him to try it too.

He scooped up a little with some skepticism, licked it, and found it quite delicious, so he couldn't help but drink faster and faster...

Why do I feel a little dizzy?

He saw that Li Luo had turned into three: one wearing an iron hat, one wearing a silver hat, and one wearing a gold hat.

The three Li Luos walked up to him and asked him in unison:

"Of the three of us, which one is the Li Luo you lost?"

Mo Ling pointed to Li Luo, who was wearing a golden hat, without hesitation.

"That's it! Because Li Luo only wears the most expensive hats!" "You're right!"

The remaining two Lilo disappeared, leaving only the Lilo wearing the golden hat.

At this moment, the doctor rushed over and began to treat Mo Ling's poisoning.

Why do you eat just anything?

"Bai Zhou told me to eat it." Mo Ling mumbled, passing the pot to Bai Zhou.

Bai Zhou looked bewildered, turned his head, scooped up a spoonful of seafood soup, and gulped it down.

"I drank it and nothing happened to me... Is it because I'm a fish-man?"

Mo Ling seemed to see that after Bai Zhou drank the soup, fish scales grew, his eyes grew larger and larger until they became bubbly, dead fish eyes, gills grew on his neck, and his head became pointed...

"Bai Zhou, why is your head so pointy?"

Mo Ling raised her hand with difficulty and pointed to the top of Bai Zhou's head, asking a question.

Before he could get an answer, he fainted.

Fortunately, the doctor was skilled enough to cure him quickly, and he sat up again, full of energy.

Looking at Bai Zhou again, Bai Zhou still looked like a human and had not turned into a fish-man. At this moment, he was excitedly telling the little elf about his desire to revitalize the fish-man race.

"Did I see it wrong?"

Mo Ling was taken aback.

The red spirit flowers not far away laughed, their blossoms fluttering in the breeze...

"I wish it could stay this lively forever," Mo Ling muttered softly.

"No, you have more important things to do," Lu Youqi's voice sounded from behind.

Mo Ling quickly stood up and patted Lu Youqi on the shoulder.

Where did you go?

"What do you think? I'm human, and I'm long dead."

Is he really dead?

“He’s lying to you…” Martin shook his head helplessly. “I put him in my dream. We’re all fine. Don’t worry.”

"What is the more important thing you mentioned?" Mo Ling asked softly.

After he asked the question, Lu Qi reached out again and pointed to his heart.

Mo Ling looked down at herself, then at the people in front of her: "I really don't know, can't you just tell me directly?"

“Yes, come here.” Lu Youqi beckoned to him.

Mo Ling leaned closer and turned her ear to the side.

He felt a breeze pass by his ear, and quickly closed his eyes to listen carefully.

However, he waited for a long time, but Lu Youqi did not say anything.

The surrounding noise seemed to suddenly stop, and all was quiet.

Mo Ling could no longer feel the warmth of the healer, nor could she smell the herbal fragrance emanating from the Transformation Tree and the Red Spirit Flower. The fishy smell of the fishmen and the aroma of seafood soup had also disappeared...

what happened?

Mo Ling was about to open her eyes when she suddenly heard a sound in her ear.

"Thump...thump..."

It was actually a heartbeat.

When all is quiet, the heartbeat becomes the only sound.

Listening to the symphony in her heart, Mo Ling suddenly felt less anxious.

He no longer worried about whether those around him would leave him, no longer worried about bearing loneliness alone, no longer chased after absolute truth like a headless fly. He calmed down with the world, and in absolute silence, began to listen to his own voice...

The changing cube space transformed into a temple. He sat in the center of the temple, surrounded by converging statues. A beam of light from the dome shone down on him, enveloping him in absolute light.

The distant metal wall kept changing, transforming into all sorts of things in sync with the sound of a heartbeat.

That was everything Mo Ling had seen.

Seasons, snowflakes, starry sky, humankind...

They were all real, things he felt with his heart.

Mo Ling still didn't open his eyes, but his vision slowly extended beyond the things he had memorized, reaching the distant walls of his heart.

He activated the teleportation once again...

(End of this chapter)