The glimmer of the morning light dispelled the last rays of darkness in the night sky, and the colorful morning descended on Cambridge as promised.

On the wide Sword River, white swans as white as snow and black as satin swim gracefully, agile squirrels glide through the forest, and graceful and sweet bird cries like strings of crisp wind chimes into the sleep of the sleeper.

A ray of sunlight pours in through the window, a 3D holographic frame on the bedside table with a calendar function, and the time in the lower right corner reads: June 8, 2047. In the photo, the youthful and invincible Tong Meng is wearing a bachelor's uniform, affectionately holding the gentle and feminine mother, when the clock just went to 7 o'clock, the mother in the photo smiled and "walked" down from the photo, and walked to the bed to cover the quilt for the sleeping Tong Meng, in fact, this new function is the core selling point of this electronic product, specifically to solve the wanderer's longing, you can set this character as any person you miss.

Although it was dawn, the child's dream on the bed had just fallen asleep. I don't know when she always repeats the same dreams, these dreams are more real than the other, and when she wakes up and faces the empty ward, the scenes in the dreams are projected in her mind like a movie, and the childhood dream always can't help but think, maybe those dreams are the real life, and the ward in front of her and the mirror in the mirror are a nightmare.

The beginning of the first dream was terrible, she dreamed that she was blind and walking alone on the streets. It sounds like a city that never sleeps, because it's always noisy 24 hours a day. There are people who have mouths full of them, and there are people who speak native London English, as well as languages and dialects from all over the world. For some reason, in the dream, the child dream seems to have an inexplicable affinity for those unclear Chinese. She stumbled through the sea of people, desperately searching. It was a feeling she had never experienced in real life, as if it surpassed all the needs in life.

"Perhaps, this is the unforgettable feeling!" Tong Meng lay on the hospital bed and thought of the four words "unforgettable", which gave her a feeling of suffocation.

It seems that after an extremely long search, she is desperate in her dream. Finally walking into a huge room, like an airport, an auditorium or something, she was so tired, as if that place would bring her relief. Not long after entering, she fell heavily to the ground. She didn't remember the moment she fell, and she never wanted to get up again, when an extremely warm voice came from her ear: "I finally found you!"

At that moment, the ice and snow in the whole cold winter in her heart melted instantly, the withered branches bloomed again into purple and red flowers, the warm sunlight fell in the cracks of her heart, and those heavy sorrows that seemed to have been carried for centuries turned into tears of surprise after the reunion and left her body forever.

"Finally found you!" She threw herself into his arms in ecstasy.

The second dream was in a valley, the gray haze was like a hard rock, and it was so cold that it made people's hearts palpitate. A sparkling carriage was carrying her down a rugged mountain road, followed by a group of bandits. The white horses, with their manes and hooves, ran and ran, and suddenly stopped, and they were blocked by the cliffs, and the white horses were trapped in front of the abyss, looking up and neighing.

She jumped out of the carriage in a panic. In the dream, he was wearing a richly embroidered narrow-sleeved cardigan, a long skirt of onion and white tulle, and a snail on his head, panicked like a deer falling into a trap. She stood in front of the cliff, the cliff at her feet covered with shocking scratches, which seemed to shimmer with a strange and terrifying light, mercilessly devouring the last glimmer of hope in her heart.

In a moment, the bandits behind him rode up. The bandit leader with a meaty face showed a lewd look in his eyes, and laughed at his prey, "Hahaha, little Jiaowa...... That's fate, you can't run away. But your life is good, obediently go back to the cottage with this king, and ensure that you enjoy the glory in the future. ”

In the panic, the snails on Tong Meng's head had already dispersed, and the messy green silk could not hide her hatred and anger at all, and the idea of a fish dying and breaking the net sprouted in her heart.

The bandit leader saw the girl in a daze, and hurriedly glanced at a one-eyed minion, who realized that he would jump off the horse and quietly lean towards Tong Meng. Seeing this, Tong Meng rushed to the cliff with a stunned eye, and the gravel under his feet fell into the abyss.

There was a sigh from the crowd, and One-Eye didn't dare to take another half step forward.

"Wait!" The bandit leader hurriedly persuaded, "Little Jiaoniang, listen to me, two years ago, I met a master who pointed me out, saying that I would definitely find a woman with a mole in my palm in my life and marry me, and he also said that it was an appointment in my previous life...... You see, I also have a mole in the palm of my hand, you and I are a match made in heaven, don't dare to live up to it!" After the bandit leader finished speaking, he raised his palm, and everyone saw that there was indeed a black mole the size of a bean in the palm of the leader, and the shape was quite ugly, and they couldn't help but snicker in their hearts.

Tong Meng looked at his palm, and there was also a mole, which was a cinnabar mole as red as blood. She didn't want to deal with the ugly bandit, but she knew that this group of bandits was inhumane, and it would definitely not end well if they fell into their hands, so she jumped off the cliff in her heart.

The whole world fell silent, except for the sound of the wind whistling in my ears. Her body fell rapidly, and there was a pain in her palm, she slowly opened her palm, and dimly saw that the mole in her palm was ruptured, oozing red liquid, which was scattered in the wind and instantly turned into thousands of red threads, which tightly surrounded her body.

Seeing the rock at the bottom of the cliff close in front of her, she seemed to feel that her heart was about to stop beating. In a moment, a white light flashed in front of his eyes, and Tong Meng was taken into a warm embrace, and before he could see the appearance of the person who came, he heard his voice: "Don't be afraid!"

She slowly fell to the ground, the haze in the sky dissipated in an instant, the harsh sunlight poured down from the top of the cliff, and a fresh smell wafted in the air, even if it was close, she couldn't see his face clearly, only a vague face in the harsh light.

The man took her left hand and gently brushed it open, holding the teardrop-shaped red mole in her palm. The man excitedly opened his right hand, and there was an identical mole in the palm of his palm.

"It's really you. ”

In the last dream, the sleeping Tianyu was awakened by a strong white light, a huge white wall rose from the ground in the cold moonlight, and the majestic Himalayas turned into an endless snow-white in the blink of an eye, almost blinding.

Tong Meng lies in the wet grass. In this dream, she was a teenage girl. Her clothes were in tatters, and she looked like she had fallen from a high mountain, and her bare calves were black and swollen, bitten by a poisonous snake in the mountains. The erosion of the snake venom was painful, and she looked helplessly at the corner of the sky that was forced by the mountains, looked down at the blooming lotus flower in her hand, and thought of her mother who was seriously ill in bed.

"Mother, wait for me!" She endured the severe pain, mustered all the strength of her body, and crawled forward with difficulty. The forest was full of spiked birds and cat thorns, and soon her arms were scarred, which were not terrible to her, but what was terrible was her legs, and the heavy numbness that had spread along her legs had spread to her lower abdomen after the severe pain, and the sensations of her whole body were being hollowed out little by little, and a sense of fear that she had never felt before was so oppressed that she could not breathe.

"Without the Jade Maiden Snow Lotus, my mother would definitely die. At this moment, her mind was full of her mother, who was sick on the bed, but her head was getting heavier and heavier, so heavy that she could no longer lift her head. Then she found a spike in front of her, so she stretched out her hand and grabbed the spike in the palm of her hand, and reflexively released her hand, blood beads oozed from her palm, and the dense pain made her sober again. At this time, a bright red cinnabar mole appeared in her palm. Beads of blood entangled with cinnabar moles, and she continued to crawl forward, the blood in her palms falling into the grass, pulling a long red line behind her.

In the foggy and frosty forest, death seemed to come at any time, crawling and crawling, and she was finally exhausted.

"Mother, I seem to be dying!"

"You're not going to die. A man's voice suddenly came from the moonlight, as soon as the voice fell, the person was already standing in front of the little girl, he bent down and caressed the swollen wound on her leg, only to feel a burst of melting warmth poured into his stiff calf, the black blood stasis at the wound began to gradually dissipate, the man stopped the movement in his hand and gently held her in his arms, "I'll take you back."

Looking at this mysterious man in a daze, chattering along the way, when she was conscious, she found that she had walked to a quiet village, the injury on her leg had healed unconsciously, and she was still holding the "Jade Girl Snow Lotus" tightly in her hand.

Such real dreams make Tong Meng wonder if they are memories of his past life, although this idea is absurd.

At this moment, the sleeping Tong Mengdi did not know that her mother Tong Yumo had rushed to Bourne's office. Bourne is the attending physician of Tong Meng, and the world's top medical doctor in ALS, who is highly respected and optimistic, treating patients as if they were his own children.

Tong Yumo was staring intently at the screen on the desk, the video was recording everything that happened in Tong Meng's ward last night, Tong Yumo looked at her daughter in the video distressedly, lying on the table and moving so hard, but she was still tirelessly drawing sketches, and after drawing one, she kept drawing the next one, and before she knew it, there was a stack of paintings piled up on the table.

"How can this be?" When she separated from her daughter three years ago, Tong Meng had just become the youngest winner of the Nobel Prize in architecture, the Priktz Prize, and the 24-year-old girl was just the time when she was like a flower and had a bright future. It's only been two years, and the daughter in the video has long lost her beautiful appearance, and even the muscles in her body have begun to atrophy. Watching her sleepwalk every night, desperately painting despite the pain, Tong Yumo kept wiping her tears, full of self-blame and guilt.

"Byrne, what the hell is she drawing?"

"A man should be her lover. Byrne glanced at the screen, which was not very clear, so he skimmed it lightly, but Bonn was not telling the truth, he was very familiar with the man in the painting.