Jiang Huijia had thousands of thoughts in her heart, and her heart fluctuated. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

She spoke incoherently, and suddenly froze, looking at Song Yi carefully.

At this time, the sky is not yet completely dark, but because it is the winter moon, the daylight is always much shorter than before, and the sky is always a little inky and cool, so in the evening, the light always looks a little gloomy.

Jiang Huijia didn't like too dim light, so she had already asked someone to light the lamp.

There was more than one, and in the small room, six candles were lit.

The flame of the candle always had a warm orange color, reflecting on Song Yi's face, making every subtle expression on his face subtle and invisible.

He was smiling, seemingly casual, but the corners of his narrow eyes were clearly tight.

The depths of the inky black pupils seemed to refract the flame of the candle and the undercurrent of everything.

"San Lang!" Jiang Huijia was inexplicably a little frightened, and she shouted in a low voice.

Song Yi held her hand, sighed imperceptibly, and said: "Like autumn leaves and withered cicadas, life and death are a lifetime; ”

His voice was slightly lowered, like a deep spring, with subtle echoes, gurgling out.

The vibration made Jiang Huijia's eardrums itch slightly.

"A hundred years is a long time, compared with the autumn cicada, it is countless lifetimes. Song Yi said in a low voice, "A hundred years is so short, compared with the general trend of the Spring and Autumn Period, it is only a gap in time, like a drop in the ocean, like a desert dust." ”

Jiang Huijia said: "Are we dust?"

Song Yi said: "What about the dust? If you can fight for the day, your life will not be in vain." So whether it's long or short......"

He paused slightly.

Jiang Huijia looked at him seriously.

Song Yi held her hand, rubbed it carefully, and said softly, "What does it matter where you come from? What matters is where you stay and where you are going." ”

Subtle words, unspeakable meanings.

Jiang Huijia's originally somewhat dazed heart was suddenly filled with a huge emotion, she opened her mouth and did not spit out words.

Her gaze traced carefully, and she saw that Song Yi's deep phoenix eyes seemed to shimmer with a glimmer of light.

In the candlelight, the entire outline of his features was painted with warm colors.

So young, so vibrant, so unfathomable, and so crystal clear.

Jiang Huijia blinked, and a trace of joy surged uncontrollably in the huge emotion.

The strands gather and gradually merge into a torrent.

It fell on her face, causing the corners of her mouth to rise, and she could no longer restrain herself, and a smile appeared on her face.

In an instant, spring flowers bloom, and new sprouts spit green.

Jiang Huijia's voice became brisk, and she smiled: "To put it so mysteriously, is this the primary education of the little girl in the Song case?"

Song Yi also smiled: "Don't dare, it's just a discussion." ”

"You scholars, you like to talk about small things, and you like to talk about mysteries. Jiang Huijia's eyes fluttered, and he leaned slightly, "I won't be caught up in your set, don't you just want to know where I came from?"

Song Yi: "......"

It was about Jiang Huijia's sudden change in painting style that Song Yi's face was at a loss for a moment.

tacitly, after fighting each other for so long, lady, you are suddenly so straightforward, I can't keep up with your rhythm!

His slightly stunned look pleased Jiang Huijia, and Jiang Huijia smiled.

"You see, medicine is such a huge proposition, how profound a subject. She held out a finger and tapped it on her forehead, "Even if I'm a genius, my brain is limited!"

Well, claiming to be a genius would make you feel very embarrassed in front of others, but in front of Song Yi, there was no disobedience at all.

Jiang Huijia accepted her praise for herself with peace of mind, and said: "So I will leave such a complicated problem of life to you! I can only think of a small layer on the surface at most, and if I think about it deeply, I will go crazy." ”

After a pause, he smiled and said, "We have a saying there that there is only a thin line between a genius and a madman. ”

Song Yi was stunned again, he heard the point of Jiang Huijia's words.

It's not the phrase "there's only a thin line between a genius and a madman", it's "we have a phrase there"!

What do you mean by "we are there"?

The expression on his face remained the same, except that the rhythm of his breathing tightened slightly.

Jiang Huijia said as if nothing happened: "San Lang, do you believe in the past life and this life?"

Okay, the lines are a little corny, but what does it matter?

"Past and present lives?" Song Yi said, "Although it is ethereal and not known to me, but the world is so big, how can I know the affairs of the world? ”

Jiang Huijia looked deeply into his eyes and keenly observed the slight movement of his eyelids.

The two sides looked at each other, and some wonderful factor of forbearance floated in the air.

Jiang Huijia said leisurely: "I have seen countless bizarre pictures in my dreams, and I have dreamed for a thousand years......"

A thousand years of big dreams!

She is talking about a thousand-year-old trend of thought, through the past and the present.

But here in Song Yi, there is obviously another understanding. He probably never imagined that Jiang Huijia's soul in front of him was actually from the world thousands of years later!

It's not that Song Yi is too stupid to guess, but due to the limitations of the times, he can't even think of this.

Song Yi's heart moved, and said, "Could it be that the lady got medical skills in a dream?"

said that he felt that this was telling a legendary story, such a ridiculous reason - but everything Jiang Huijia had learned and known was too much beyond her inherent identity.

So how ridiculous is the origin of all this?

Jiang Huijia tilted her head slightly and said, "It seems reasonable to say that it was given in a dream...... In my dream, I was a doctor who had been practicing medicine for many years, and my medical skills were excellent. ”

There was a slight melancholy and confusion in her tone: "I experienced a complete other life in a dream, where I pursued the pinnacle of my career, saw countless cases, cured an unknown number of incurable diseases, and what is the point of opening my chest and taking an arrow?"

She told Song Yi about her past life in the form of a "dream", but she didn't have to hide the fact that she had crossed over from him.

It's just that such a statement is easier for people to understand, and she subconsciously chose to say so.

A dream for a thousand years is better than borrowing a corpse to resurrect the soul, isn't it?

What's more, in the past life and this life, which dream is true, is it really so easy to distinguish clearly?

Butterfly Dream Zhuang Zhou, Zhuang Zhou Dream Butterfly, is Ye Feiye?

The eyes of the two touched and separated, and Jiang Huijia turned her eyes away.

The tight string in the air finally snapped and broke.

Song Yi leaned over suddenly, grabbed Jiang Huijia's waist, pressed her forehead against her forehead, and held her face with the other hand, forcing her gaze to meet her own.

The two sides exchanged breaths, Song Yi touched her cheek, and said softly and tremblingly: "The lady has seen countless cases in her dreams, and she thinks that she has been practicing medicine outside...... In the previous life, the lady was ...... Male or female?"

Jiang Huijia: "......" (To be continued.) )