A red flag fluttered in the distance, and the scene in front of him gradually became blurred. Shi Ling was trapped in the void and could only watch everything happen.
Zhao Xingbang's gun was already out of bullets, so she asked Xi Jin for help, and Xi Jin got some old-fashioned bullets from some modern history museum. The bullets saved the company commander's life, but ultimately failed to prevent his death.
It is like a stone thrown into the long river of history, without causing any ripples.
In the blink of an eye, the smoke-filled battlefield disappeared, and she was standing in an old steam train carriage.
Inside the carriage, there are scholars wearing glasses and reading newspapers, guards in military uniforms, graceful singing girls, and modern girls who have returned from studying abroad... The world is confusing and all kinds of people exist.
The train sped across the devastated plain, as if traveling through the wilderness of time.
Shi Ling was walking in the aisle of the train. Everyone in the carriage seemed to ignore her and continued doing their normal things. They didn't seem surprised or weird at her sudden appearance.
She felt as if she was wandering outside of time, incompatible with everything in this world, yet closely related to it.
"How do we get back? Black and White Impermanence didn't teach us."
Shi Ling muttered to herself and walked forward without restraint. Suddenly, when she reached the next carriage, she looked at the passengers and the desolate scenery outside the window, and a strange sense of familiarity suddenly came over her.
Shi Ling glanced across the carriage, and when he saw the cheongsam woman sitting by the window, he suddenly caught the flash of inspiration that had just passed by.
That woman...
She was wearing a warm white cheongsam embroidered with exotic patterns. Those patterns looked like ancient talismans, and they glowed light golden in the sunlight. Her long hair was half-tied up with a silver crescent tassel hairpin, and her long black hair fell down behind her and spread over her shoulders. She was elegant and had an extraordinary temperament.
She turned her back to Shi Ling and stared out the window for a long time. Although she was sitting in a busy carriage, she seemed to be sitting alone on a vast tower, looking at the unstoppable helplessness in the world with indifference and compassion.
Shi Ling remembered!
This is the painting that Li Zhining gave her!
This scene is exactly the same as the scene in the painting!
Who is Li Zhining and why could she foresee all this happening?
Just when Shi Ling was in doubt, the girl sitting by the window turned around and looked at her as if she sensed something.
In an instant, the desolate wilderness outside the train burst into flames, and everything in the carriage was frozen like a painting.
In this still wasteland of time, she and he suddenly looked at each other across a few steps and a hundred years of time.
At this moment, both of them were suddenly stunned.
Shi Ling looked at the person sitting by the window in disbelief. The detached cheongsam-clad girl had the exact same face. If it weren't for the different clothing, Shi Ling would have thought she was looking in a mirror!
Moreover, this girl was different from the others in the carriage, she could see her!
Shi Ling wanted to yell "Holy crap!", but she couldn't say it to the elegant girl with such a striking temperament. Her mind was in a daze, and she felt a little dizzy, but her eyes were full of curiosity: "Who are you? Why do we look the same?"
The cheongsam girl's eyes paused slightly, as if she understood something and suddenly realized something. She looked at her and smiled, "Shi Ling."
She has the same voice as hers, but very gentle, like the mother of all living things on earth.
Her voice was so gentle and ethereal that Shi Ling couldn't tell for a moment whether she was answering her or calling her name.
Shi Ling's eyes were full of inquiry: "Do you know me?"
The cheongsam girl smiled and nodded slightly. The next moment, the distance between them was suddenly shortened, and she was standing right in front of the girl.
Shi Ling looked at the girl so close to her, and an indescribable emotion surged in her heart. After a long pause, she managed to utter, "You are so beautiful."
The cheongsam girl was slightly stunned and couldn't help laughing out loud.
Shi Ling hurriedly explained: "I'm really not narcissistic, you are really beautiful, I have never seen anyone as beautiful as you."
The cheongsam girl covered her mouth and laughed: "Then look in the mirror more often."
Shi Ling felt a little depressed, feeling that her explanation was in vain.
The cheongsam girl suddenly waved at her, indicating Shi Ling to lower her head.
For some reason, a normal person would be more horrified if they encountered someone with the same face as them, but Shi Ling looked at this woman with more affection, as if no one in this world could hurt her except her. A strange sense of fate told her that she could always trust the person before her.
Shi Ling did as he was told with some doubt.
The girl reached out and touched her head, then leaned in close to her ear. With a playful agility that was different from her reserved and elegant appearance, she winked at her and said, "I like you very much."
At this moment, the god is also a girl.
Shi Ling felt a slight warmth on the top of her head, as if a warm current was flowing from her crown into her body, gentle and calm, without any rejection reaction at all.
Shi Ling had many doubts in her heart, but just when she was about to ask, she was quickly separated from everything around her, and the picture-like scene disappeared before her eyes as if it had been burned to ashes by a raging fire.
She could vaguely hear the girl's gentle and ethereal voice.
It's like the whispers of gods.
She said, "Shi Ling, goodbye."
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The lights flickered and began to sway again, and the still streets seemed to return to their previous flow of traffic in just a moment.
Shi Ling looked at the familiar city streets, but Zhao Xingbang was no longer in sight.
Everything that happened before, whether it was Zhao Xingbang, the irreversible battlefield, or the cheongsam girl on the train who had the same face as her, all seemed like a dream.
Suddenly, she felt a burning gaze staring at her.
She looked up and saw a girl in a black Lolita skirt on the commercial building opposite. Her chin, which was hidden by the wide brim of her hat, was slightly raised towards her.
Shi Ling frowned, "Xiba."
Xila, who was about to leave, stumbled when he heard this, and glared at her through the black veil with a gaze as if it were real.
Her voice passed through the noisy streets until it reached her ears: "I, am, Xila!"
There is a sense of gnashing of teeth.
As Xila's black figure disappeared from the spot, Uncle Yanwang, who was wearing a Meituan rider's uniform on the roadside, also turned his motorcycle and rejoined the delivery team.
When he passed by Shi Ling, he felt Shi Ling's gaze on him for a moment. He was so frightened that cold sweat broke out on his back and he subconsciously accelerated to leave.
"Shi Ling, why are you here?"
A car stopped nearby, and the passenger window was rolled down, revealing Qin Niao's bright face.
Shi Ling was a little surprised, "Niao Niao? Are you looking for me?"
"Hurry up and get in the car. After coming out of the Jing family villa, I remembered that Senior Zhao Xingbang was alone in the hospital during the New Year. I wanted to go with you to wish him a happy new year, but I couldn't contact you. Instead, I heard from Xi Jin that you took Senior away. Where is Senior?" Qin Niao got out of the car, took Shi Ling's arm and sat in the back seat, asking with some confusion.
Shi Ling: "He went back."
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Guess who Shi Ling is (in the mythology system) and who Xila is (who she is around Shi Ling)~
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