When the wind gets stronger, Saul no longer argues about pulling his hat out of his back pocket. He thinks wearing a hat may cover it up-but what does he have to cover it up? Irrational thoughts are forgotten, coastal lighthouse keeper. This may not be the first time he has had irrational thoughts.
"Say’ eggplant’ and’ secret’ and count to three."
Secret?
Brad made a determined gesture. Saul felt that it was mocking him. Gloria was pursuing dramatic effect. Let them wait for a while, then put the coat hood on her head and ran to the rock to protest her. Susan must have taken her to the rock. She climbed in the distance and then turned around and climbed back. Somehow she screamed happily, "I am a monster! I am a monster! "
Susan counted to three and then stopped, her knees bent like the deck of a ship. She gave a signal.
"Secret!" Brad can’t wait to say that this enthusiasm may make him regret it because he has a drug abuse record.
Then, as the camera lights flashed, many floating black spots appeared on the edge of Sol’s field of vision, which seemed to be beyond the normal range when staying together.
5 main pipe
They went through the connecting area and the terrorist passage of the outside world and broke into a suffocating main pipe. It was a great surprise that the ghost bird pushed hard against the weight of his backpack and dragged him, forcing him to fight hard, stabbing his eyes and locking his throat. He told him that there were waves of salt water squeezing around him. In surprise, he closed his mouth hard and ignored the bubbles above his head. He also suppressed his fear and squealed to adapt to the smooth and turbulent water around him. It seemed that the wall that should have been a door cut from his fingers to his arms and legs. When he came out, he must have fallen into a whirlpool made of shining daggers-he was cursed when he faced with flashing several Include Viterbi, Lori and Grace. His lungs were full of water and he struggled to get rid of that hamper backpack. However, he still clutched Viterbi files in his backpack and tried to catch scattered pages. Some of them were scattered in the water, and some of them turned into a pile of pulp and wet tombstones as the backpack fell into the dark.
Vaguely, he recognized the ghost bird and saw her passing by and swimming to a shimmering egg yolk. Perhaps it was the sun that reflected the halo number in the water, circled and converged the dagger, stared at him coldly, and he still choked on the water, floating the paper, bothering him, and sometimes sticking to his clothes, and then spinning around and merging into a bigger whirlpool. In a hurry, he caught a glimpse of a line of words, choking, and his chest was hit by many round fish mouths.
It wasn’t until the real monster appeared that his anoxic brain realized that there was a group of sea wolf-like fish hovering around where they appeared and being invaded by bigger predators. The surrounding water quickly filled the gap. He felt a sense of fear when he fell freely … A giant shark broke into the whirlpool and killed the fish in the deep red blood cloud … Another form of the giant shark Lori at the bottom of the sea … The gas slowly leaked from his mouth as if a series of trivial lies were intended to destroy his world.
He left food scraps to the rising and floating Lori, and then the giant shark settled, and the gills grazed his face, and the wings were sharper and harder than he thought. The drainage was like a strong piston, and a huge but strange eye stared at him from the left. His belly hit the shark’s body and waist was hit by his tail, and his mind was buzzing. He tried to stop his mouth from opening, and the sun was getting smaller and smaller on his head. His grandfather said, "Pick up the seat gun and jump."
Can Lori or anyone save him in one word?
Integration force
Risk and reward
Gone with the wind
Pause is not a persuasive analysis
But in fact, the opposite is true. A familiar hand in the tumbling water and the swimming fish caught him and floated his wrist to lift him up. Therefore, it is obvious that he is not a chaotic memory, a scarred body, a difficult puzzle, but something worth saving and has been saved.
He kicked and kicked like a gallows, and the fish swarmed again. As he rose all the way, hundreds of smooth and rough fish mouths collided with his body. He lost consciousness, and at the same time, a large number of fish swarmed and pounded him as if forming a big mouth. It seemed hard to say whether he could escape.
Then they arrived at the shore. For some reason, the ghost bird kissed him and held down his chest. While kissing, she blew heavily, which made his lips bruised. When he opened his eyes, he couldn’t help turning her face sideways. The water gushed out from his mouth and then weakened the trickle. His arms propped himself up and stared down at the wet sand worm, digging out the tunnel like small bubbles. The edge of the waves touched his hand and fell back.
Lying on his side, he could see the lighthouse in the distance, but the ghost bird seemed to read his mind and said, "We’re not going there, we’re going to the island."
So he lost control.
Now it’s the fourth day in their area, and the manager follows the ghost bird through the tall grass, confused and exhausted-at night, insects are active and noisy, making it difficult for him to fall asleep. In his imagination, a mass of invisible ink spreads in the outside world like water seeps out from the bottom of a cracked glass.
To make matters worse, the ghost bird’s gravity drags him. Although she is indifferent, sometimes at night, they will hug each other to keep warm. This unexpected and wonderful feeling is confusing and delirious. However, once he crosses the line, she will hide, which means nothing wrong. Therefore, he feels it necessary to see himself as the manager again, and he can keep his distance and maintain a certain objectivity. He imagines that she is still in the interrogation room of the Nanjing Bureau while he observes behind the glass.
"Why are you so happy?" He once asked, at that time, she just pointed out in an excited tone that water and food were running out, and then pointed to a bird that the outside world was extinct, as if with religious ecstasy.
"Because I’m alive," she replied, "Because I walked through the wilderness on this beautiful day." She gave him a sidelong glance as she spoke. He guessed that this said that she doubted whether he could persist in him, and she realized her goal. Maybe he didn’t meet them. Maybe he had to be prepared for separation. He vaguely felt that the field had gone wrong, as if he heard his mother say that "the damage caused by failure would be like a ghost." He was not sure whether there was still a deep meaning or motivation in this seemingly ordinary language.
Freedom may make you farther away from the search target, not closer. This is what he learned here. There is no usual meaning here. Information is difficult for him to understand the wilderness. He is not ready to face the area or the ghost bird. However, in the final analysis, the two may be the same thing because there are two of them walking along the path. There are several islands in the reedy lake, sometimes black as tar and sometimes as green as island trees … He is finally free to ask her, but he is not because this is not important.
Therefore, from time to time, he put his hand into his pocket and clung to the statue carved by his father. It was placed on the mantelpiece at the top of the mountain in hedley. Its lines were smooth, and the wood grain at the bottom of the paint seemed to grow wooden thorns at any time. This feeling made him calm and serene. He chose a cat statue to commemorate the long-lost A Chang, who was suspected of catching mice in the bushes happily.
He also looked over and over again at the Viterbi report on "Terrestrial Scenery". These rescued pages seemed to drag him, which made him very disgusted. However, they had a more private connection. This was a fulcrum and a bridge leading to the papers that had been left behind in his memory. The reeds, fresh air and blue sky made the real world look more distant and important, just like a dream and the close contact of ghost birds. He needed to distract himself and lighten his burden, so he might allow those pages to talk under the pretext of ghost birds. However, it was the paper that really mattered.
In a certain period in the past, his mother’s headquarters worked hard to resist regional erosion, and the continued expansion of the region was very contrary to the previous characteristics, and thus new positions were created. How did he know? Even the plane could fall from it. This one was not inherited by him, but it has been frustrated.
He quoted the Viterbi report to explain the meaning: "Did they really reach a conclusion without deliberation? Are you sure that there is no possibility of negotiation? "
"This may be closer to the truth than the truth," replied the ghost bird. At this moment, just after noon, the sky appears darker blue, and the narrow clouds are full of vitality across the swamp, and birds are singing everywhere.
"Extraterrestrial jury verdict," the director said.
"Not necessarily indifferent."
"He also has to this’ isn’t that derogatory to human importance? Trees and birds, foxes and rabbits, wolves and deer … have all reached a critical point, and they can’t pay attention to the changing human beings. "This is another specious and vague statement, but his father never pays attention to authenticity but prefers bold expression.
"See the deer across the canal? She definitely noticed us. "
"Does she notice us or wake us up?"
In any case, it will scare his spy mother, because she has never been in harmony with nature. No one in his family is in harmony with nature. He never really went hiking in the Woods in his memory. At most, he went fishing in the lake or sat by the fire in a hut in winter. Did he get lost?
"Just pretend to be the former, because we are capable of the latter."
"Look at this sentence," the manager said. "Look at this sentence,’ or we went back to the past, when we were stagnant, a certain creature or a certain stimulus added momentum to us’"
The ghost bird can’t resist the bait. There is no difference between the natural environment and the human city. There are new and old things to share, invasive species may merge, and species may be excluded. What you see here is like an ancient cathedral and skyscrapers standing next to each other. Do you think this is nonsense?
He tried to show a rebellious expression. Although he still quoted Viterbi words, he had doubts. He wanted to cover up some of these doubts, which led him to keep silent for the time being. They might lead to more important issues. He wanted to think a little longer and let his ideas infiltrate.
"I’m trying to separate meaning and something to the island, and I want to make some progress in the process of moving forward." When it comes to the word "island", he can’t restrain his disgust. Grandpa Jack would feel the same way about the island, and he would be anxious and try to influence the ghost bird even if it was impossible to achieve results.
"Has any exploration team ever been to that island?" She asked the manager to realize that she had changed the subject.
"Even if it is registered, nothing will be sent back to the South Border Bureau," he said. "This is not a priority." Perhaps there are too many.
"What focus is on the lighthouse and the abnormal terrain but not on the island?"