Before anyone heard his voice, two red shadows came, the charming woman in red raised her eyebrows, and the long skirt revealed her jade-white complexion in her steps.

She was followed by a young man who was also gorgeously dressed, with excellent facial features, red lips slightly hooked, eyebrows and eyes smiling, and there was a bewitching charm flowing in it, Zhao Hushan bent over, "The younger generation is polite." ”

The ring is pleasing to the ear, and the wide and complicated cuffs leave a gorgeous arc due to his movements.

In her dream consultation room, she can meet many people who love to dream, and the dreams are bizarre, shuttling through time and space, changing species and gender.

Wen Ru loves to listen to their dreams, some of them are fragmented, some of them are as complete as a life......

Most of the people who come here are very Buddhist, and they don't have the mentality of getting to the bottom of the dream, they talk to Wen Ru, not so much Wen Ru's interpretation of dreams, but more of their own interpretation of dreams.

Their dreams hide their secrets.

A secret that belongs to them alone.

If he could bring the dream in reality to Song Jun, then his hallucinations would naturally dissipate.

"23 years old, with long hair, living in the city, working as a clerk. ”

Wen Ru thought about it, but there was a feeling in the dark that maybe she couldn't find that girl at all.

"Is it because there are too few known clues, and finding it is like looking for a needle in a haystack?" Wen Ru could only think that it was this reason that caused her to be negative.

Wen Ru looked at her description of the dream, all her information came from Song Jun's dream, the conversation he had with the dream in the dream, what he saw, heard, and even touched.

And the reason why I can affirm the authenticity of that information is also based on the fragments of memories that Song Jun remembers. Only a few words gave them infinite associations, and only then did they determine that the dream existed in real life.

Song Jun had seen her and left a deep impression on her.

Wen Ru turned her pen, leaving a circle of shadows floating in the light.

"But why would he want to find someone to investigate her information?"

After getting her address, he immediately drove to find her, and avoided Fang Yu, and after the accident, the brain selectively forgot this memory, but left some memories to convey to him in the form of dreams, so that he fell into the strange circle of looking for her again. ”

Yes, a strange circle, he was looking for her before he lost his memory, and he was still looking for her after losing his memory.

Wen Ru drew circles one after another on the paper, like a whirlpool, she looked at it, but suddenly thought of Song Jun's eyes.

At a certain moment, she also felt that Song Jun had a whirlpool hidden in his eyes.

Shaking his head to brush away these ethereal thoughts, "It would be nice to have a picture of her, it would always be easier to find." Wen Ru muttered, then looked at her phone, regretting her recklessness that day.

Zaimeng's appearance has always been blurry, but now, Song Jun should be able to see her face clearly.

Just out of the temple, I saw the little figure, he is still wearing a pink today, the pink and white bun face is wrinkled, and the round eyes instantly lit up when he saw the seven deliriums, which was very cute, so that the pilgrims who came and went couldn't help but look at it.

"Seven delusions, seven delusions!" the cry was silenced when he saw the gaze of others, his little hands covered his mouth, but his eyebrows and eyes were curved like crescent moons.

When Qiyu approached, he quickly took Qiyu's hand and jumped down, "Qiyu, Qiyu, let's go down the mountain." ”

"Slow down. He was stunned by this coherent action, but he also spoke quickly, afraid that he would fall. This was the first time that someone other than the master was holding him. His hands are small and soft.

The mountain road was rough and long, and he chattered non-stop all the way, like a little sparrow. Seven deliriums have always been quiet, but now they don't feel annoyed at all.

It's amazing, Qi Yu looked sideways at the young man, and couldn't help but smile softly.

The little boy's energy is very vigorous, pulling the seven delusions to run around, in his eyes, everything is new and beautiful, his eyes are shining, and his smile has not stopped.

The little boy's eyes brightened even more!"Look! it's a clay figure!" The little boy dragged the seven delusions to the clay figure stall.

"Wow, it's amazing!" The small body was in front of the stall, the small mouth was slightly open, and the black eyes were round for fear of missing every movement of the old man, and in his exclamation, the Monkey King appeared vividly in the old man's hand.

"Old man, I want two clay figurines!" the old man looked at the little boy lovingly, "Little girl, which two do you want?"

"Grandpa, I'm not a little girl. The little boy frowned, and said quickly, "I don't want these, can you pinch me and the Seven Deliriums?"

"Okay. The old man smiled and glanced at the seven deliriums and the little boy, and the movements in his hands flew up, and the two of them were dazzled. In a few moments, the delicate little figure stood in the old man's hand. The little boy with a bright smile and a little silly and the seven delusions who pretended to be old, but the corners of his mouth rose slightly.

"Wow!" the little boy looked at the clay figure and then at the seven deliriums, "It seems!" "Grandpa, you are so amazing!"

The old man smiled happily.

After paying the copper plate, the little boy still stared at the villain in his hand with his head down, eyebrows, and eyes, which was very rare.

Unlike when he came, the shouting on the road did not attract the attention of the teenager. Seeing more and more people, Qiyu could only shake his head and reach out to hold the little boy, "The sun is about to go down, shall we go back?"

The little boy looked back at Qiyu, bent his eyebrows, tightened his clasped hands, and nodded heavily, "Well, let's go back." ”

Seven deliriums wanted to send the little boy home, but the little boy wanted to follow the seven deliriums up the mountain. Few people came to the back mountain, and the two sat on the stone steps of the back mountain to chat.

"Seven delusions, seven delusions, I am so happy today, I have never been so happy. The little boy turned into a little sparrow again, chattering about today's experience. Until the end, he looked at Qiyu with crooked eyebrows and eyes, which made Qiyu's ears red.

"I like the Seven Deliriums the most. ”

The little boy handed the clay figure that he had been holding tightly in his hand to one of the seven delusions, and the seven deliriums lowered their heads and looked at the little clay figure with crooked eyebrows and a stupid smile.

"Give me what is mine, and give me what is wrong. He raised the clay figurine in his hand, "You have to keep it well, and I will keep it too." ”

She doesn't have much appreciation, she sees the secrets inside.

Bizarre and colorful.

Wen Ru's dream is also placed here.

At that time, the gallery was not open, and there was a small art gallery, and the place was remote and few people came, which was quite a bit of self-satisfaction.

When she was ripe, Wen Ru went to her gallery to paint.

In the black and white painting, there is a brightly colored pedicle flower, which is intimate and intimate, but one faces the light and the other faces the darkness.

Their rhizomes are intricately intertwined and spread deeper on both sides, drawing the paper and the roots of the roots.

When Wen Ru painted, Pian Pian rarely praised her paintings, not because of how good her painting skills were, but because she had a sense of beauty, and then with Wen Ru's consent, she accepted Wen Ru's paintings, framed them and hung them on the display table, writing that they were not for sale.

Although Wen Ru didn't think anyone would want to buy his paintings.