Ground Stars / 地上星 · Ch.142 第142章 再次进入邮徽的莫里 -1
第142章 再次进入邮徽的莫里 –1
Chapter 142: Entering the Morris with the Postal Emblem Again – 1
莫里不知道自己是什么时候出现在这儿的。
Morris didn’t know when he had arrived here.
这里让他异常熟悉，却又有点想不起来到底是哪儿。 他甚至连自己的名字，也是前日夜里才刚想起来。
This place felt unbearably familiar, yet he couldn’t quite recall where it was. Even his own name had only come back to him the night before.
「大人，您终于醒了，要用膳吗？」
“My lord, you’re finally awake. Shall we prepare a meal?”
床上，莫里奇怪的看著华贵房间中，郑重围绕在床边等待自己苏醒的众人。
Lying in bed, Morris stared in bewilderment at the opulent room, filled with people solemnly gathered around his bedside, waiting for him to awaken.
身穿雅致长袍的老者旁，站著位浑身套著庄重盔甲的男士，就连他的手上也托著暗红的精铁头盔。
Beside the elderly man in an elegant robe stood a knight clad in heavy armor, even his hand holding a dark red fine-iron helm.
在他们两三步外，将头发梳理得一丝不苟的贵族气质中年人见到莫里望来的目光，立即有礼的微垂头颅，他胸前的缀饰散发著淡淡的辉光，一看就不是凡物。
A few steps away, a middle-aged man of noble bearing, with his hair meticulously combed, met Morris’s gaze and promptly bowed his head with polite deference. The pendant on his chest glowed faintly—clearly no ordinary trinket.
另一边，有几位将自己整个身体都笼罩起来，仿佛处于某种修行之中的修道士。
On the other side stood several figures completely cloaked, as if lost in some form of silent meditation, resembling monks in devotion.
「你们… 是谁？ 为什么叫我大人？」
“You… who are you? And why are you calling me lord?”
这些人的著妆打扮跟记忆中的任何民族都完全不同，就像是融合了高原少数民族的中世纪服装。 但他们都有个共同的特点，就是目光中蕴含著激动。
Their attire was utterly unlike any people in his memory, as if merging the medieval garments of highland minorities. Yet, they all shared a common trait: their eyes gleamed with fervent emotion.
众人最前方，看上去身份尊贵的白发老人精神奕奕的上前两步后，单膝下跪，手放在胸膛上，以非常不标准的汉语道：
At the forefront of the crowd, a white-haired elder who appeared to be of high status stepped forward energetically, then knelt on one knee, placed his hand on his chest, and said in a very non-standard Chinese:
「您不记得了，据说四千多年前，您曾与不死之王共同行走在大地上，为我们赐予了神的力量。」
“You don’t remember. It is said that over four thousand years ago, you walked on the earth alongside the Undying King, bestowing upon us the power of the gods.”
「不死之王。」
“The Undying King.”
莫里眼神沉了下，忽地他双眼爆发出精纯的闪光。
Morris’s eyes darkened, then suddenly a brilliant flash burst from his pupils.
「杨子藏，不，甲子间？ 这里，难道是… 那个原始人世界？」
“Yang Zicang… no, the Jiazi Term? Could this place be… that primitive world?”
莫里疑惑想到：我在念力场构建的梦境中？
Morris thought in confusion: Am I in a dream constructed by the psionic field?
「您，您说‘那个… 原始人世界？ ‘」
“You… you said ‘that… primitive world’?”
老人像是发现了天大的秘密，他震惊的道：
The old man, as if uncovering a tremendous secret, said in astonishment:
「原来，原来您们行走在无数的世界吗？！」
“So… so you have walked through countless worlds?!”
屋内众人震颤不已。 老人身后一圈人全部单膝下跪，以手按胸。
Everyone in the room trembled with shock. The circle of people behind the old man all knelt on one knee, pressing their hands to their chests.
「这里，真的是子藏进入过的那个世界？」莫里喃喃，自己怎么可能进入的。
“Could this place really be the world Zicang once entered?” Morris murmured to himself. How could he have possibly entered it?
突然一道声音浮现在心中。
Suddenly, a voice appeared in his mind.
[是的，这里是念力场所构建的精神世界。]
[Yes, this is the spiritual world constructed by the psionic field.]
正想回复众人的莫里立即闭嘴，谁在自己脑子里？
Morris, who was about to reply to the crowd, immediately shut his mouth. Who is inside my head?
[让他们都出去。]
[Have them all leave.]
莫里皱了皱眉头，随后道：
Morris furrowed his brow, then said:
「你们都出去吧，我要安静待一会儿。」
“All of you, step out. I need to be alone for a while.”
「谨遵您的指示。」
“We shall obey your command.”
众人退了出去，将刻满浮雕的两米高卧室大门紧闭。
The crowd withdrew, closing tightly the two-meter-high bedroom door engraved with reliefs.
[进来这很不容易，花了好几天时间才终于同频成功。]
[It hasn’t been easy getting in here; it took several days to finally synchronize frequencies.]
屋内散发着淡香，窗外青山绿水，岩石房屋林立。圣歌声依稀自不远处的巨大哥特建筑内传来。
A faint fragrance filled the room, while beyond the window lay green hills and clear waters, with rocky houses standing in clusters. The sound of hymns faintly drifted from the not-so-distant colossal Gothic structure.
莫里起身眺望了眼外界，居然有军队驻扎在附近，看那阵势与高耸的建筑，像是已经在这里存在了很多年。
Morris rose and cast a glance outside—there were actually military forces stationed nearby. Judging by their formations and the towering buildings, they seemed to have been there for many years.
他转身走到了全身镜前打量起自己，里面映现出了一道身穿华贵长袍的自己身影，但下一刻里面的影像就扭曲变幻起来，化成了个黄肤短发的帅气亚洲少年人。
He turned to a full-length mirror and scrutinized himself. It reflected a figure in opulent robes, but the next instant, the image warped and shifted, transforming into a handsome young Asian boy with yellow skin and short hair.
「你是谁？」
“Who are you?”
那人一步从镜子中跨出。莫里吓了一跳的后退了步。
The man stepped out from the mirror in one stride. Startled, Morris took a step back.
「我是洪灏承留下的精神烙印，嗯，能量来自于你的精神之海，所以我既是你又是他。」
“I am the spiritual imprint left by Hong Haocheng. Hmm, the energy comes from your sea of consciousness, so I am both you and him.”
「你就是那个…」
“You’re that…”
「Yes，yes！」
“Yes, yes!”
洪灏承转头看了眼外界，笑嘻嘻道：「好奇那些军队吧，知道他们为什么在这里吗？」
Hong Haocheng turned his head to glance outside and grinned, “Curious about those troops, aren’t you? Want to know why they’re here?”
莫里也再看了眼窗外：「呃？为什么？」
Morris looked out the window once more: “Uh? Why?”
「因为哼哼，他们是守护某沉睡之王一千八百年的禁卫军，于此地。」
“Because, hmph, they are the Imperial Guard who have guarded a sleeping king for eighteen hundred years—right here in this place.”
「什，什么？！」
“Wh-what?!”
洪灏承看着莫里震惊的神色，揄揶道：
Hong Haocheng watched Morris’s shocked expression and sneered:
「你知道这一千八百年来，他们为了唤醒你想了多少办法吗？我的睡美王。」
“Do you know that over the past eighteen hundred years, they’ve tried countless ways to awaken you? My Sleeping Beauty.”
莫里扫了眼自己的身体顿时意识到了什么，但他来不及说话，身前精神奕奕的少年便抬手打了个响指，周围一切瞬间变换。
Morris glanced at his own body and immediately realized something, but before he could speak, the spirited youth in front of him raised his hand and snapped his fingers, instantly transforming everything around them.
两人立即仿佛身处宇宙，而脚下是片圆形地砖，正中摆放着张圆桌。
They now seemed to be floating in the cosmos, with a circular stone floor beneath their feet and a round table placed right in the center.
它们仿佛是飘在宇宙中。
It all appeared to be drifting through the universe.
「行啦，闲话就不多说了。」
“Alright, enough small talk.”
洪灏承哼着曲走到圆桌旁，哼哼着道：「不用担心，这只是最纯粹的‘亚以太场‘，他们不会发现的。」
Hong Haocheng hummed a tune as he walked over to the round table, mumbling, “Don’t worry, this is just the purest ‘sub-etheric field’; they won’t find us.”
「他们？谁。」
“They? Who.”
「刚才给你说话的那些人呀。」
“Those people you were talking to earlier.”
莫里怔了怔，「他们不是假的吗。」
Morris hesitated, “Aren’t they fake?”
「谁告诉你的。」
“Who told you that?”
「呃。」
“Uh.”
洪灏承笑嘻嘻转头看向他：「梦里的你是真的还是假的？」
Hong Haocheng turned to him with a grin: “Is the ‘you’ in the dream real or fake?”
「当然是假的。」
“Fake, of course.”
「若是假的，你怎么知道梦里发生的事？」
“If it’s fake, how do you know what happened in the dream?”
「这…喂，别想绕晕我。先说说这是这么回事，我记得你刚刚才跟我打过电话。」
“This… hey, don’t try to confuse me. First, explain what this is all about. I remember you just called me a moment ago.”
「那已经是很久以前的事情了。」
“That was a long time ago.”
洪灏承无辜的举起了手：「毕竟我可是老老实实在这儿待了一千八百年啊，嘴里都淡出鸟来了。」
Hong Haocheng raised his hand innocently. “After all, I’ve been stuck here honestly for over eighteen hundred years—bored right out of my mind.”
莫里左右看了看后，也慎重的坐到了圆桌旁一个座位上。
Morris glanced around left and right, then cautiously took a seat at the round table.
「这里到底是什么地方，你刚刚问我那些人的真假，难道他们还是真的不成？」
“What exactly is this place? And when you asked me earlier whether those people were real or fake… could they actually be real?”
「当然呀！」洪灏承做出一脸惊异的表情，像是纠正小学生基础知识般的语气道：
“Of course!” Hong Haocheng put on an exaggeratedly surprised expression, as if correcting some basic knowledge to a grade-schooler, and spoke:
「喂，你不知道吗，它们都是可怜的精神体，只有在这里才能保存能量而已哦。嘿嘿，行啦，别那个样子，我知道你们不晓得。」
“Hey, didn’t you know? They’re all pitiful mental fragments—only here can they preserve their energy. Heh heh, alright, don’t look at me like that. I know you had no idea.”
洪灏承的手指胡乱画了个圈，一个个莫里刚刚见过的人的身影出现又幻灭。
Hong Haocheng’s finger drew a messy circle in the air, and one by one, images of people Morris had just seen flickered in and out of existence.
「得益于你的进入。这些残留的精神体能在念力场里面幻化出的身份继续体会时光的可贵。」
“Thanks to your entry, these lingering mental remnants can, within the mental force field, take on roles and continue to experience the preciousness of time.”
「什，什么…」莫里震撼不已。
“Wh-what…” Morris was utterly shaken.
自己之前与杨子藏经历过的那一个个人与动物的人生，他们本质上也都曾、甚至就连现在也是个鲜活的生命吗？
All those human and animal lives he had experienced with Yang Zicang—had every single one them essentially once been, or even now still been, living, vibrant beings?
「这对他们来说啊，就是又一场难得的人生之旅。当然，你若觉得是假的，就当它们是好了。」
“To them,” Hong Haocheng said, “this is yet another rare journey through life. Of course, if you prefer to think it’s all fake, then by all means treat it that way.”
洪灏承的手中出现笔和纸张，然后快速的书写起来。
Pen and paper appeared in Hong Haocheng’s hands, and he immediately began writing rapidly.
愣了会的莫里靠近看了看，纸上已经出现了好几行字迹。
Morris, startled at first, approached to take a look; several lines of handwriting had already appeared on the paper.
「契子…」
“Prologue…”
汉字一个个蹦出，莫里仔细辨认着这些文字。
Chinese characters burst forth one by one, and Morris carefully identified them.
——翻开书这一页，一个壮丽沧桑的浩瀚世界随着优雅文字与精细铜板线条插画，缓缓映入他眼中。
—As he flipped to this page, a majestic and weathered, vast world slowly unfurled before his eyes through elegant prose and intricate copperplate illustrations.
洪灏承的书写速度很快，仿佛拿笔的动作只是个标志动作而已，笔尖触碰到纸张，就自然滑动，又浮现出了一行文字。
Hong Haocheng wrote at a rapid pace, as if the act of holding the pen was merely symbolic. The tip touched the paper, gliding naturally, and another line of text emerged.
——这似乎是一个关于误入未知世界的旅人，于奇异魔陆探寻秘宝的幻想故事。
—This seemed to be a fantasy tale about a traveler who strayed into an unknown world, searching for hidden treasures in a strange magical continent.
——但这本书却搁置在了「世界古代史」的这个书橱内，而他知道，那位老迈的图书管理员是不会犯出这种低级错误的。
—Yet this book had been placed in the bookshelf labeled “World Ancient History,” and he knew that the elderly librarian would never make such a low-level mistake.
莫里怔怔看着这个莫名其名出现的少年，自顾自的书写。只是个呼吸事件便又是一段话完结。
Morris stood stunned, watching this inexplicably appearing young man writing on his own. In just the span of a breath, another paragraph was finished.
——回望人类的文明史，的确从未有记载过一个与书中类似的国度与时代。
—Looking back on the history of human civilization, there had indeed never been a record of a country or era similar to the one in the book.
「你在干嘛。」
“What are you doing?”
「啊，没看到吗，在写小说。」洪灏承头也不抬的道。
“Oh, can’t you see? Writing a novel,” Hong Haocheng replied without looking up.
莫里有点无语：「我知道你在写东西，我问的是你为什么写这个。」
Morris was a bit speechless: “I know you’re writing something. I’m asking why you’re writing this.”
「给某人看咯，他肯定会再进来的吧。到时候发现有两本这样的东西留在属于他的邮徽世界，那家伙肯定会好奇来读一下的，对吧。嘿，我最了解他了。」
“For someone to see. He’ll definitely come back in, right? And when he finds two such things left in his own Yore-Realm, that guy will be curious enough to read them, won’t he? Hah, I know him best.”
「了解？」
“Know him?”
「看上去臭屁得不行，实际是个什么都想知道的闷骚男。」
“Looks full of himself as hell, but really, he’s a brooding pervert who wants to know everything.”
洒洒，很快他就翻页。莫里干脆靠近看着他的笔迹。
Rustle, rustle, he flipped the page quickly. Morris simply moved closer to watch his handwriting.
——「找到地图了吗？」
—”Did you find the map?”
——一道略显焦急的年轻嗓音自黑洞洞的门外传来，接着就是一阵拖动皮箱的摩擦声，以及几声老头子的咳嗽声。
—A slightly anxious young voice came from the pitch-black doorway outside, followed by the scraping sound of dragging a suitcase, and the old man coughing a few times.
「等下，你刚刚说有两本？」
“Hold on, you just said two copies?”
莫里吃惊的道，「你竟然还打算写两本。」
Morris said in surprise, “You actually plan to write two.”
「因为漂亮老婆给了我两份回忆录呀。所以改编成故事自然是两本，嗯，实际上，都会烂尾，你放心好了。」
“Because my beautiful wife gave me two memoirs. So adapting them into stories naturally means two books. Yeah, well, they’re both going to be left unfinished, rest assured.”
洪灏承露出牙齿嘿嘿笑着冲莫里做了个鬼脸。
Hong Haocheng bared his teeth and grinned, making a funny face at Morris.
没一分钟，一页纸的正反面就写满了文字。当莫里随意扭了下头转过来，又一段话写完。反正他就跟在抄写似的，不断将某个人物的故事给抛了出来。
In less than a minute, both sides of a page were filled with text. The moment Morris casually turned his head back, another paragraph had already been written. He was churning out some character’s story nonstop, as if copying from a source.
「这故事是什么内容？」
“What’s this story about?”
「嗯，一个叫做林风的家伙，从地球死了很多年后，穿越到了异世界的故事。」
“Mmm, about some guy named Lin Feng, who, after dying on Earth for many years, transmigrated into another world.”
「那还真够老套的。」
“Well, that’s pretty cliché.”
洪灏承抬头嘿嘿笑道：「没错，所以烂尾了。」
Hong Haocheng looked up and snickered, “Exactly, that’s why it ended abruptly.”
他翘了翘腿，在桌边缩成一坨似的道：「不过，那家伙读得下去的，对吧。」
He crossed his legs, curling into a ball by the table, and said, “But that guy could get through it, couldn’t he?”
「好吧，随便你。对了，现在这梦境算是我的‘邮徽世界‘对吧，需要我给你加速吗？」
“Alright, have it your way. By the way, this dreamscape is my ‘Yore-Realm’ now, right? Need me to speed things up for you?”
「你是想试试没有主人在这儿能不能办到加速？」
“You’re wondering if I can handle the acceleration without the owner around?”
洪灏承一眼看穿了莫里的小心思，他哼哼地道：
Hong Haocheng saw through Morris’ little scheme, snorting:
「那只是你自己跳过了这段时间而已，你之前跟那家伙的经历还没搞清楚吗。你加不加速我都要自己一个字一个字的写。」
“You’d just be skipping over your own time—haven’t you figured that out from your experience with that guy? Whether you speed things up or not, I’m writing every word myself.”
「好，好吧…那应该要不了几天。」
“Okay, okay… It shouldn’t take more than a few days.”
莫里认命般吐了口气，有些无聊的靠在椅子上。
Morris resignedly let out a breath, slumping into his chair with an air of boredom.
他对这两份遗留的故事根本不怎么关心——虽然知道这肯定有什么深意。
He didn’t really care about these two remnants of stories—though he knew they must carry some deeper meaning.
洪灏承看了这位做出沉思模样的男人一眼，嘲讽般的道：
Hong Haocheng shot a glance at the man, who was putting on a thoughtful expression, and sneered:
「如果我是你，我会趁机在这里多锻炼锻炼，哦对了，你应该会死吧。」
“If I were you, I’d seize the chance to train here more. Oh, right—you’d probably die.”
莫里一下就更沉默了。
That silenced Morris even further.
「……」
「……」
他怎么可能忘记那件打给往未来电话的事情。
How could he ever forget that call made into the future?
自己会告知杨子藏关于他被人偷走所有Moexl能力的事吗。 看著眼前这神秘出现的家伙，自己是做出了改变未来的选择了吧？
He wondered if he would really tell Yang Zicang about the theft of all his Moxel abilities. Facing this mysterious figure appearing before him, had he truly made a choice that would alter the future?
自己真的会那样做？
Would he honestly do that?
我有那么伟大吗？
Was he really that noble?
洪灏承干脆停笔，郑重的道：
Hong Haocheng put down his pen and said solemnly:
「我想你应该也猜到了，未来的我不惜耗费巨大代价送这份信息回来，就是为了告知现在的‘我们‘，不要浪费多余的时间去试错。 其实我们的时序，根本没有值得挥霍的。 每一分都没有，兄弟。」
“I think you’ve already guessed it. The future me spared no great cost to send this message back, just to tell ‘us’ in the present not to waste any more time on trial and error. In truth, our Chronos isn’t something to be squandered. Not even a single second remains, bro. For any of it.”
他伸手拍拍莫里的肩膀：
He reached out and patted Morris on the shoulder:
「改变未来的不止你一个，还有我。」
“You’re not the only one changing the future—I am too.”
莫里顿时感觉头皮一麻。
A sudden chill ran down Morris’s spine.
「未来到底…」
“What exactly is the future…”
「你还没去往新命运轨迹，所以我不能说。 因为一旦说了，你目前所在的地方很可能会读到你不小心透露出来的内容，那会让它可能演化出曾经的世界。 到那一步，曾经无数人的牺牲就没有意义了。」
“You haven’t yet set foot on the new path of destiny, so I can’t say. Because once I do, the place you’re in right now might read the words you let slip, causing it to potentially evolve into what once was. That would render countless past sacrifices meaningless.”
莫里看向他，欲言又止。
Morris looked at him, biting back his words.
少年温和而庄重的道：
The young man spoke gently yet solemnly:
「不用问我牺牲是什么，所谓的新世界，来之不易。 那样一张白纸，要绘出无人所知的崭新世界，你晓得那是怎样的难度。」
“Don’t ask what those sacrifices were. This so-called new world—it didn’t come easily. Imagine painting an uncharted new world on such a blank canvas—you know how unimaginably hard that is.”
「就如同签署君主立宪制终结专制制度延续的人们，又如同将路易十六推上断头台结束了封建制度统治的革命者们，亦如逼迫皇帝退位的新时代之人… 这事，如同他们当初对推翻封建的势力后第一次要去建设从古未现过的新世界一样难。」
“It is like those who signed the end of absolute monarchy through constitutional rule, like the revolutionaries who sent Louis XVI to the guillotine to end feudal domination, or like those in a new era who forced the emperor to abdicate… This task is as difficult as theirs was when, after overthrowing feudalism, they first endeavored to build a new world never seen since ancient times. “