It was like it was going to rain.

It was still a clear sky at the end of April in the morning, and the sun shone hotly on the ground, as if it could roast people to dryness, but at some point, the sky suddenly became cloudy. Dense dark clouds hung over the eastern capital, and there were lightning infested in the clouds, thunder, and dense water vapor gathering.

Siye suddenly became damp, and the rain had not yet fallen, but the air was already full of the smell of rain. A thin layer of sticky and damp sweat quickly poured out of his body, like a thin film covering his skin tightly, and not even a trace of wind could penetrate it.

However, even so, the day was still hot, damp and damp. It's like putting a person in a freshly used steamer for no reason, and the warm water droplets are dripping down, and it would be good if it really fell on the body, and when the water washed, even if it couldn't relieve the heat, it could always wash away some oil and sweat, but these water droplets only passed by, and the more they fell, the smaller they became, and finally they became a lot of invisible water vapor, and then floated up again, and then condensed into water droplets - I don't know when this cycle will end, and I reached out to grab those water droplets, but I couldn't catch them. I thought I'd go away and wait until the droplets of water fell on me, but when I ran over, I saw that the dense droplets of water were gone.

Not only did the water droplets, but even the eastern capital suddenly disappeared, and the heavens and the earth suddenly became a great barrenness, a flat, desolate, and damp field.

No matter which direction you look at, you don't see a water source, so I don't know why there is such a humidity in such a place. After a while, however, you could hear the sound of running water, and as far as the eye could see, there was a river coming from afar in the direction of the rising sun at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The color of the river was initially very similar to the color of the amber wine drunk in the afternoon, yellow and clear, with some turbidity. Recently, it turned bright red again. Under the reflection of the daylight, the red river slowly stretched forward like blood, which made people look indescribably weird. What's even worse is that the river is obviously in the direction of the west, but now it turns a small bend and rushes straight towards me, and the red sky is like a torrential rain, and when it will touch me, the scenery around me will change again.

This time I already knew I was in a dream, but it was so strange. The plains that were barren just a moment ago are now in a tropical canyon somewhere. There was a noisy sound of water in the distance, like there was a waterfall somewhere.

Curious, I followed the sound of the water for a while, winding out of the leafy groves, and out of the rainforest, and on the left and right of my eyes were two towering peaks, almost the same height and size, with no trees on them, only very sparse turf, and on the summit there were two stalactites on each of them. I have never seen such a smooth and clear stone, I don't know if it is the relationship between the sun, both stones show a half-pink and half-vermilion red, and the surrounding stones seem to be faintly radiating brilliance - not the scorching sunlight, but the hazy and soft brilliance of the moon's halo, originally just "lovely" In this glorious background, the stone was like a holy relic of my own spiritual consciousness, and I, like a destined warrior summoned by the holy relic, involuntarily climbed up, through the low and humid canyon, climbed over the warm and soft peaks, touched the small holy relic, and then awakened.

Wei Huan slept heavily beside me. It was no surprise that my hand was on a part of her body, one of the beautiful parts that nature has given to women, somewhere that distinguished them from them, from young girls from young girls. I felt like I was in a very unreal environment, everything around me didn't feel like real or fake, my head seemed empty, because I was desperately trying to pour out something, but there was nothing, memories, thoughts, emotions...... Nothing is in it. But when I looked around, I felt that this head was so full, so full that I couldn't stuff anything, not even Wei Huan.

I twisted my head abruptly, and it did, but it didn't feel real, as if the one who was doing it was another me.

The palace fairy who was waiting by the bed saw me move, and hurriedly got up to greet her, I shook my hand at her, slowly got up, crossed Wei Huan, and stood in front of the mirror.

In my temple there is a large half-man-high mirror, which was given to me by my father when I was ten years old, and I used to stand in front of it like a small dot, and I would be reflected in the mirror from head to toe, without missing anything.

But now, the mirror seemed to be getting smaller all of a sudden, and I had to stand farther away to grudge myself into it. The person in the mirror is also very strange, the eyes, nose, and mouth are all very familiar, and when they are together, they always look like another person.

Wei Huan's clothes were generally neat, but they were a messy mess, and when I stood up, the clothes hung down, and from the shoulders down, most of my front body was half hidden and half exposed. I pulled my long hair back and looked in the mirror at my half-□□ body, which I didn't know at some point, and there was already a visible protrusion below the collarbone, and there were two pink flushes on the fairer skin than ordinary people, but the lower abdomen had not changed, except that the navel suddenly showed a sense of presence, hanging in the middle of the lower abdomen of the flat like an ancient cave, and where it went down, it had already grown as soft and soft fluff as a young beast.

There was a large stain on the skirt, as if the wine had been spilled, but with a fresh salty smell that wine had never had.

The legs are much longer than last year, no longer the kind of bamboo pole that I dislike, but has brought out a little bit of straight traces, the feet are slender, a little too long, the toenails are just right, but the color is a little light, do not look carefully, the toes seem to have no toenails, only meat, look carefully, but there is no meat, only toenails.

I looked at myself in the mirror sluggishly, and this dullness was reflected in the mirror, and became lazy in line with the temperament of the Tang court, like my mother looking at people with her eyes half-open when she woke up in the morning. The father-like part of my appearance seems to be more inconspicuous, but the mother-like part is becoming more and more prominent, as if my mother's genes are so strong that she has to compete with my father in the appearance of her children.

Flesh and blood.

I remembered the word. A long time ago, I saw someone write such a sentence - "This summer, so-and-so found his own flesh and blood".

I didn't understand this sentence at the time, but when I grew from a child to a girl again, I suddenly understood the beauty of this sentence, that the clear change from youth to maturity had quietly taken place, indicating the formation of my flesh and blood. It is true that I do not yet have rolling mountains, but my chest has a delicate shape, beautiful as a flower, my heart may not be very strong, but I have begun to get used to carrying the weight of a whole person, my hands and feet are very slender, although I am still weak and weak, but as long as I practice diligently, I will one day be lean and strong. The days of childhood are like Li Rui's clear voice, which cannot be returned, just like the green plum wine that has been fermented into wine, and there is no possibility of returning to the branches. 166 Reading Network