He quietly opened his eyes and looked at the eaves, his eyes were clear and clean, there was no trace of haze at all, not like the dazed or frightened ones who had woken up from a dream, his eyes shone slightly, and he put one hand on his forehead. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

When the cold hand touched his forehead, a warmth suddenly appeared in the palm of his hand, and then he remembered that at the beginning of his dream, he was holding the feather key to sleep, and the only warmth was pouring into the cold skin and seeping into the bones, giving him a moment of illusion, as if the scene he saw in the dream may be the feather key in his hand to lead him to see.

He held the feather key high in front of his eyes, and his slightly bright eyes looked at the orange body of the key that was illuminated by the light, and the tiny lines were illuminated by the light, outlining a series of black and bright lines, and the lines were carved very finely, and the top was the same as his crow pattern, there was an extremely long wing line, which meandered from head to tail, and there was only a hole the size of a needle's eye on the head.

He didn't realize it before, this would be in the gray environment, he raised his head, only to find that there was a strange pattern engraved on the key head, although it was also composed of several stripes, but he couldn't see what kind of pattern it was, what it meant, and what the birdcage in the dream was.

Is this what it lets you see?, he thought to himself, staring sternly at the key in his hand.

Suddenly, a spiritual light came into his mind, a key, a birdcage-like shackle, and it all became clear. It was telling itself that there was a lock on the cage that could be opened with the key in his hand, which was why he was able to dream of the birdcage.

Everything, someone is guiding, and as for who it is, he also has a certain answer in his heart.

The mystery obscured by the thick fog is slowly approaching little by little, and he will one day lift this layer of smoke away and reveal its true face.

He got up from the wicker chair, took the feather key in his hand and walked slowly inside, where the lights around him, as from the outside, had been carefully lit, and the lights burned vividly in the night, and the candle wax was gone, illuminating the space inside.

The bird is a book lover, will put a row of bookshelves full of books in his own space, put against the wall, and Le Bai is different, the bookshelves in the house are far more than him, into the eye is a whole row of neatly placed books, all kinds of different colors, among which there are many rare books in the Six Realms, no worse than the books in the Wangqi Palace.

It's just that unlike other people, there is no bed in the room, only a simple desk in the center, a carved wooden pen holder and the top, the window is the same rattan chair as the outside, there is a coffee table next to it, a white jade bottle with a white magnolia plant on the coffee table, looking around, it is the only plant, and there is no more side things.

He walked to the desk, on which was the brocade box he had asked Qi Qi to bring in, he lifted the brocade box, took out the black feather coat from it, and after taking a closer look, he took off his original robe, and in a blink of an eye, he had put on the feather robe.

The robes were black and spotless, the wings behind them were lifelike, and the candlelight was embarrassed to leave a dappled afterglow on them. The eyebrows are sparse and handsome like Shizukawa Mingbo, the thin lips are bright like April peach blossoms, the black hair sets off the fair skin, the black eyes are cold, narrow and soft, and the tips of the eyes are slightly upturned with some bad meaning, but the coldness is as cold as frost and snow, which makes people dare not approach.

This body of feather coat will support him more like a fairy from the painting, beautiful as a picture, handsome as a book, Qingyu is very careful to make this feather coat according to his taste, so that he is also satisfied.

He seemed to be looking forward to the Celestial Assembly that followed.

The lips of the eagle hooked an evil arc, his eyes looked out of the window darkly, the night was dark, there was silence, a ray of light on the other side of the sky was not submerged, there was no trace of waves on the face of the frost and snow, the bottom of the clear eyes was as heavy as a pool, he was dressed in black and stood in the night here, only looking at the light.

When he lay down on the wicker chair next to the bed again, it was the dream that had returned to its familiar surroundings.

The same mist, the same cherry blossom tree, but this time the tidbits on the tree fell more, the eyelashes trembled slightly, his eyes shook slightly, and the pink reflected in his eyes, reflecting the loose light, this time he saw the girl in white on the tree, although her face was still covered by the flower layer, but the slender figure was clearly seen for the first time.

This time, the throbbing in his heart was like a light feather touching water, without a trace, and his heart was like being knocked by someone, and his heart was in a trance.

He stopped, and stood quietly not far from the tree, staring at the white shadow on the tree with cold dark eyes, for a long time.

The girl also seemed to sense a faint but focused gaze on her, and she turned her head curiously to look at it.

On the same side, he saw the girl's turning gaze, he was a little panicked, he thought that the girl sitting on the tree could clearly see his face, but the result was still the same as him, the girl who was also obscured by Luoying, could only see the tall figure below, but still couldn't see his face.

She was a little surprised, her eyes flashed slightly, and she looked straight at the black figure, he seemed to be different today, although she could only see the corners of his robe a few times before, but she clearly remembered the style of the clothes, as well as the lines on his sleeves, this time it was very different, the same black with different patterns, a different kind of momentum, on the whole, he not only had different clothes today, maybe even his mood was different.

It's really the same as the man in her dream, with the same robe, the same black, and the breath on his body, all the same as the man who hugged her in her dream.

Ironically, the ending in the dream was not so good, hugging herself as her body gradually became colder, she could feel his grief.

If it was all fate, how much she hoped that he and she had never met, so that they had not seen each other, and suddenly felt very good. But destiny is indisobedient, and he is destined to meet him.

She smiled hard and greeted the people under the tree with a smile, "You're here, I thought you wouldn't come again." "If everything is predestined, then it is up to me to change it, even if it is against the mandate of heaven. She silently swore in her heart that no matter what the prophecy of her previous dream was, she would try her best, and she didn't want the people below to suffer a fate that shouldn't have belonged.

"Why didn't you come, in fact, I was already asleep just now, but... Went to other dreams. He glanced up and said something meaningful.

He walked slowly under the tree, withdrew his gaze, and could not see anything even if he looked again, and reached out to hold on to the branches of the cherry tree, the old bark was very rough to the touch.