Tong Yumo returned to reality.

"Meng'er, when you were born, there was really a red mole on your palm, quite a big one. ”

Tong Meng looked at his mother in disbelief, revealing a look like a fantasy.

"That's right! Tong Yumo took Tong Meng's right hand and said firmly, "At that time, my mother was still worried about whether it would be bad for you, but your father said that it was called a cinnabar mole, and said that it was an agreement with a lover in a previous life." But when you grow up, the mole disappears before you know it. ”

Tong Meng stared at her right hand, there was no echo in those fine and dense palm prints, and countless questions echoed in her mind.

"You've also read those novels that your dad wrote, Shinto, and like him, he didn't say a few words of truth in his life...... No, could you have seen those dreams from some novels he wrote?" Tong Yumo guessed wildly, this idea was quickly overturned by herself, because the first reader of every book and story Lan Shen wrote was herself, and she remembered every story clearly. Although she will be sixty years old in a few years, her memory is still very good, thanks to her work as an actress, as she always has to memorize large passages of lines.

"If I really have that mole in my palm, is the me in those dreams really me? What secrets do they have? Or do they give me any hints? Do I really have a lover from a past life? Is he really looking for me?" Tong Meng flipped out a painting, one large and one small palms side by side, and there were two cinnabar moles in the palms, the same teardrop shape. "Mom...... Mother...... That's it...... Tong Yumo took the painting a little farther away and was sure at a glance: "Yes, that's the shape." ”

The child's dreams were deeply immersed in those dreams, those bits and pieces that were so real as if they had experienced them personally, the voice that passed through the abyssal darkness, as gentle as a murmur of sympathy for the world. Those partings of life and death hanging by a thread are so real that they make people feel palpitations. There is also that unforgettable feeling, thinking of this, Tong Meng couldn't help but say to his mother: "Mom...... I seem to know that kind of hard ...... I have an unforgettable feeling, and that kind of ...... A man who is desperate for himself...... feelings. ”

When he said this, Tong Meng's tired face shone brightly.

"Dear passengers, our aircraft has obvious turbulence due to the influence of air currents along the route. Please sit in your seat and fasten your seatbelts...... "The plane passed through the clouds, bringing some turbulence, and the announcement sounded at the right time.

A little blonde baby boy stuck out his head and stared at Li Bai curiously.

"Little white whale, do you mean I'm in danger?" Li Bai asked.

The little white whale outside the window was still following him, occasionally turning his head in the soft clouds or striking the white clouds with his tail.

Hearing Li Bai's voice, the beluga whale drew a nodding motion with its scraper-like pectoral fins.

Li Bai opened his heart to this cute little guy: "The danger is not terrible, do you know what I am afraid of? I am afraid of living alone." Moby Dick, do you know how long 1,300 years is? That's 470,000 years. ”

The beluga whale chirped and simulated all kinds of strange sounds, until it coldly came out with a faintly recognizable human voice: "For the lord of Qingjue!"

Li Bai hadn't heard this name for a long time, and now he actually heard a strange beluga whale say it, and he asked in surprise: "Qing Jue, do you know where she is?"

Moby Dick shook his head: "I am you, you are me." With that, he reached over and kissed the glass on the window, and turned away.

Li Bai's eyes followed the white whale, watching the white whale gradually move away, and his chest overflowed with an inexplicable loss. In the blink of an eye, the beluga whale swam to the sky, and finally disappeared from sight completely, and Li Bai felt dizzy for a moment. The sea of clouds outside the window rumbled and surged, and a city emerged from the clouds, which was the golden light gate of Chang'an City. In front of the golden light gate that Li Bai had stepped on countless times with his feet, in front of the majestic city tower, stood a girl wearing a phoenix crown, sobbing sadly.

The girl then stood on the wall, which crumbled in the wind.

Li Bai stood up from his seat and shook his head vigorously: "Don't!"