The whole class passed through a strange forbidden area of classical Chinese, and the system made a cold announcement: Only by memorizing the text can they survive.
When the students were swallowed up by the darkness one after another because of their "perfect recitation",
Only Chinese class representative Xie Yan felt a chill go down his spine——
This is not the "Peach Blossom Spring" in the textbook at all.
The smiling faces painted by the villagers will remain wide open forever, and the incense will soon run out.
Under everyone's desperate gaze, he took a step forward and recited the bloody version that had been erased.
Xie Yan is a geek who is usually taciturn, but always speaks "astonishingly" when he does speak.
In the twisted classical Chinese copy, his unconventional interpretation became the only way to survive:
The paradise in "Peach Blossom Spring" is actually a prison, the path to study in "Preface to Ma Sheng in Dongyang" devours lost souls, and the military camp in "The Ci of Mulan" is mixed with "Shadowless Ones"...
He works side by side with the optimist Zhao Qiang and the delicate Lin Xiaoxiao, looking for the cruel truth between the words of ancient prose.
Every time I pass a level, there will be a red mark on my arm that looks like a seal.
He thought he was saving, but he didn't know that this infinite escape was based on "knowledge".
The price of reaching the end has already been marked.
Until the final copy of "Yueyang Tower", Xie Yan faced the vast Dongting and finally said:
"My 'worry' is knowing that everything is an illusion but still being addicted to it."
Time and space peeled off, and he saw the twenty-seven-year-old himself standing opposite him with tired eyes.
It turns out that there is no unlimited flow and no classmates need to be saved.
There is only a long lucid dream born from the untimely death of a close friend and the mediocrity of life.
All thrilling copies are the embodiment of heart knot;
All the "shocking" breakthroughs are difficult excuses for one's past self.
When Xie Yan woke up from the recliner in the psychology clinic, the setting sun truly shone on his shoulders.
He finally understood:
Some peach blossom gardens exist just to say goodbye.
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When the whole class was involved in the infinite flow of classical Chinese, I was the only one who discovered that all the texts were wrong versions. I guided my classmates through the level with my "astonishing" interpretation, but red marks appeared on my arms like a curse. In the final dungeon, the ultimate BOSS I faced was my 27-year-old self, trapped in memories - it turned out that this life-threatening escape was just a self-healing process that spanned ten years.
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Completed
Purpose: Accept yourself