Then the girl gradually lost consciousness, and the small black flower seemed to be conscious, wrapped around the girl's wrist, and with it, black petals floated around.

From a distance, the lake is fading away. After a while, it disappeared without a trace, and if anyone was here, they must suspect that they had seen it wrong, and even the petals had disappeared, leaving only the strange fragrance of flowers.

Then there was a feeling of headache, and Hua Xiaomian gradually lost consciousness and passed out.

She woke up with a headache, her hands were sticky, as if they were stained with juice or something, she stretched out her hand in a daze to see, ah, how is it blood?

Looking around, he was still lying flat next to the bonfire, in the same position as last night, without the slightest movement. Looking at the people around them, everyone was also lying peacefully on the ground, as if they were watching the fire last night, and everyone was singing and dancing and fell asleep.

Hua Xiaomian couldn't help frowning, this rebirth of a lifetime, I feel that my life has fallen to the bottom, bad reviews, extremely bad reviews!

After a while, the sun rose, the sun warmly caressed everyone's cheeks, under the bath of the sun, everyone opened their eyes, just like yesterday, very harmonious, woke each other up, and helped each other to leave here.

Hua Xiaomian was worried that the blood on her hands would be seen, so she got up and rushed to wash her hands, and in a hurry, she didn't notice that everyone had some scars on their bodies, and their hands were also stained with blood.

Next to this square is surrounded by a river, and the petals that fly from nowhere fall lightly on the water one by one, setting off a fresh fragrance, which has a calming effect and makes people's restless hearts slowly fall silent.

The stones along the river are of different sizes, but they all have a beautiful texture and shine in the sun.

Hua Xiaomian casually picked a big stone and sat down, washed her hands on the surface of the lake, and looked at the water by chance, is this figure still herself? The hair was slightly red, and the facial features of the whole person changed from soft to a little weakened, and it could even be described as mean, his teeth became sharp, and his eyes were red, if he had to describe it, then he was undoubtedly a vampire.

Look, the water waves are slowly swinging away, and the red in the eyes is slowly fading, as if they have returned to their original appearance, maybe they haven't woken up, and they are hallucinating! Hua Xiaomian thought so.

After washing her hands, she shook her two wet hands and walked back, and there was already someone answering her on the road, and it was the leading lamb who greeted her kindly, "Hello, little girl, last night's bonfire was still wonderful?"

I don't know if it's an illusion, Hua Xiaomian always feels that the fur of this little lamb is a little pink, but under the refraction of the sun, there is some uncertainty.

He smiled and replied, "It feels good, but I seem to have fallen asleep here last night." ”

"That's right, I can't remember how long it was, anyway, every once in a while we will have a bonfire, in this bonfire, first singing and dancing, and then everyone will slowly lose consciousness and enter a mysterious space, and after waking up we can go back to our old lives. "The lamb seems to be very chattering.

"In other words, is it possible that the dream is real?" Hua Xiaomian asked thoughtfully.

"Not necessarily, because I'm not sure. The ambiguous answer made people can't help but be suspicious, maybe it's an illusion! Anyway, Hua Xiaomian felt that the little sheep was a little treacherous, and he didn't answer the question sincerely.

"Let's go!" the little lamb was in front and began to lead the way again, "I'll accompany you to go through some formalities today, and we'll register." ”

The little lamb threw back a sentence as he walked, "Flowers are not flowers, fog is not fog, come in the middle of the night, and go in the morning." How long has it been like a spring dream? ”

The flower is not the flower fog and the fog is from Bai Juyi, what he said is that he wants to sue and rest, and he can't stop. Like a flower is not a flower, like a fog is not a fog, like a dream is not a dream, like a cloud is not a cloud. This poem only sees the metaphor but does not know the metaphor, like an intriguing mystery. It adds a "hazy" beauty. Although the past is like smoke and dust, it is not without a trace, but I don't know if there is a crisis under this hazy beauty.

I once learned that "flowers are not flowers" means that the appearance of official prostitutes is like flowers, but they are not real flowers. The word fog in "fog is not fog" is a pun. Borrowing "fog" for "Wu", "Wu girl" is the female pleiade. Because the official prostitute is a woman, she should stay with a woman, but it is not a mist of clouds.

"Come in the middle of the night, go in the morning" is not only a star, but also a person. Semantic puns, and mostly talking about people. Official prostitutes are different from ordinary prostitutes, and even more different from formal wives, they are interdependent with officials, but the relationship is inconvenient and very close, and can only be limited to night and day, which can be said to be short and long. Therefore, the last two sentences are like a spring dream, how long has it been, and it seems that there is nowhere to find the clouds.

The last sentence will be short, and the second sentence will not be long. Among the dreams, Chaoyun borrowed from Song Yu's "Gao Tang Fu" and "The Goddess Fu" about the tryst between the King of Chu and the goddess of Wushan to metaphorize the tryst between men and women.

I don't know what he's referring to? Could it be that last night's dream was something else? Or what did it imply?

Hua Xiaomian felt hazy at this moment, I don't know if Zhuang Zhou dreamed of butterflies or butterflies dreamed of becoming Zhuang Zhou.

"Oh, good. Looking at his snapping steps, Hua Xiaomian gradually became suspicious.

Hua Xiaomian first followed it to the main city of this dungeon, passing many buildings along the way, which was almost like being divided by region, and the buildings everywhere had different characteristics, perhaps according to different time periods.

When she was suspicious, the leading lamb seemed to be halfway guessed, and told her directly, "I said, little girl, don't guess, they are imitating the Indian caste system." If you really think that it is divided by region or time period, then you are naïve. ”

Hua Xiaomian could only smile awkwardly at this.

Walking in front of an inconspicuous shop, the leader lamb lifted its hooves and tapped on it three times like a human, waited for a few more seconds, knocked a few times again, and then the door squeaked and opened, which made Hua Xiaomian stunned again and again.

The little sheep took the lead in and urged Hua Xiaomian to sleep, "Don't be stunned, come in!"

Step in, it's like a small restaurant, but there are some subtle differences, in addition to the normal hotel layout, everywhere you can see are bookshelves, the book is also pasted with adhesive film, as if afraid of something falling out, the shopkeeper saw people coming, but also lukewarm, glanced at here and continued to be busy with their own affairs.

The little lamb walked over and said to the shopkeeper bluntly, "Register." ”

The shopkeeper did not lift his head, but took out a piece of paper and wrote on it.

Hua Xiaomian looked at the paper, it was really crumpled on the top, the upper left corner was stained with dirt, and the bottom was printed with a dark pattern of lattice, the whole paper looked dirty, and couldn't help asking, "Can't you take a brand new piece of paper?"

The shopkeeper looked up at her strangely, "You want to change to a new one?"

The little lamb hurriedly stopped, "She doesn't need it, just this one." As he said this, he put a hoof on the paper, which was even dirtier, and there was an extra hoof print on it.

Hua Xiaomian looked at the shopkeeper, and suddenly felt that he was a good person, and she had a little more trust in her heart, so she didn't talk more. Just answered his questions honestly

"Name. ”

"Flowers sleep with a smile. ”

"Where did it come from?"

"I don't know," he replied thoughtfully, recalling it for a moment, sifting through the information, "it was at the bazaar, and then it came here out of nowhere." I don't know the specifics. ”

"Okay, let's not dig into it. Age. ”

"Thirteen. ”

Hearing this, the shopkeeper suddenly raised his head, looked at Hua with a smile, and his eyes were full of sharpness, "Really?"

"That's right. Hua Xiaomian thought about it again, according to her age after being reborn, it is true, but if the two lives are combined, it will be different.

"But... The shopkeeper wanted to say something, but Xiao Yang stopped him directly, "Don't ask more, just fill in the basic information, just register today!"

The shopkeeper looked strange and muttered, "It's not right." But the pen in his hand did not stop, and continued to write.

Soon finished writing a piece of paper, and the shopkeeper directly sandwiched it into a book and placed it on the bookshelf in the background.

Seeing this scene, the little sheep walked out with her directly, "It's all right, now we can go." ”

The moment Hua Xiaomian walked out of the store, she looked back again, and suddenly a conjecture arose, those so-called books, that is, books with adhesive film, may contain information about a person on each page.

As soon as she had stepped out of the shop, the lamb carried her out of the main city down the street, and parted with her in the little square, "Then go find a place to spend your own time! ”

"So what am I going to do?"

"It's up to you, didn't I introduce you yesterday?" the little lamb got impatient, flicked his big tail that didn't exist, and ran away.

Hua Xiaomian felt that this little sheep always had something to say when he spoke, which made people incomprehensible. But he was also very obedient, and went to the music fountain first.

As he walked, he couldn't help but analyze the verses he was talking about.

Recalling last night's dream, according to the rhythm of the flower non-flower mist and non-fog, Hua Xiaomian saw that the lake was disappearing in the dream, but the strange thing happened again, and now when I came over, I saw a waterfall that was intact and good, it inherited the mirror-like lake, and still played a symphony.

So which one is real?