When I opened my eyes again, I was lying on a bench in the small garden of [Fuyuyi]. I got up and looked around with my somewhat unfully awake head www.biquge.info, inexplicably wrong, my heart was full of uneasiness, the sky was still gloomy, and the snowflakes were falling. The air is cold but fresh, and the refreshing spread of the surrounding trees and vegetation blends into the breath, and if you listen closely, you can still hear the muffled sound of flowers and leaves falling to the ground as they fall without weight.

By the way, something is wrong here, there should be countless tourists in the [Winter Valley], those enthusiastic foreigners, well-dressed noblewomen, fashionable and peculiar teenagers and girls, old-fashioned old men with stiff faces, beautiful women with waist-length hair, all of them are like the sound of joy, all of them have disappeared, and only the snow is left to drive through the cold wind.

I looked blankly at every part of the circular square, the wine warmer shop, the memorial shop selling wooden badges, the snack shop that was originally crowded by children, and the scattered cooking shops, all of which were still there, but there were no people there who should have been standing inside, and this lonely scene made the air more and more cold and abnormal.

At this time, there was a sudden pause, as if something had been stuffed into, and more specifically, something had forcibly blended into it and entered the nearby space.

At the entrance of [Winter Silver], there was a vague figure, standing still, I don't know if it was because of the distance or because of the drowsiness, because of the gloomy and snowy winter, no matter how much I squinted, I still couldn't see more clearly. Since the time crossing, what I have been good at is my eyesight and hearing. But at this time, I can only comfort myself with "deceiving myself", which is the reason of a third party.

I stood up, trying to get closer.

However, I had just taken two steps, and before I could step out of the flower pavilion, a voice came from my ears.

The voice was also indistinct, inaudible to men and women, neither long nor short, like a greeting. I plucked out my ears to make sure it wasn't my own fault, and I couldn't help but feel a little difficult, maybe it was caused by the distance, should I try to ask him to say it again. The voice wasn't said by that person, but there wasn't a third person. I opened my mouth, to a huge size, and wanted to shout loudly.

At this time, my heart sank.

I felt someone watching me, and my powerful gaze was focused on my whole body. If so, it's the one in the distance. What puzzled me was that the curiosity in my sight, the inexplicable kindness, made me wonder what was going on? First, all the people who participated in the [Winter Festival] disappeared, and then strangers suddenly appeared as if they knew me from somewhere, and came to know and observe.

"Could it be...... Am I dreaming?" I whispered to myself, tugging at the falling snow in my hair. "Lucid dreaming. ”

"Well, you can hear it. The abrupt female voice startled me from my contemplation, and she continued in a calm and soft voice. "Something intrusive. ”

Before I could ask, she explained with a prophetic chuckle.

"I didn't think of it. ”

Explanations are equally useless.

I kept my mouth strained and waited for a moment to make sure she had finished explaining, and I questioned.

"Wait, wait a minute, am I in a dream?"

"Yes. Isn't it?"

"I see, I see. "I was stunned. "Because the delusions that have been deposited for a long time have never been vented, I only had such dreams when I fell asleep before. ”

It seems that I haven't carried out "toxin excretion" for a long time, and the paranoia of the eighteen forbidden in my brain has unconsciously become so serious, and I am really a vulgar person.

When I hated myself like this, I looked at the woman again, but I saw her slowly approaching, and her vague appearance gradually became clear. It is often said that the woman in the dream is as beautiful as a fairy, and the beauty of the hazy dream is like this. I now deeply understand and agree with this statement. The slanted silver hair of the waterfall is scattered in the air, but the ears are tied with black one-winged butterfly-style cloth knots, the white scarf is simply wrapped around the neck, and the long sleeves that look like skirts and ankles are danced behind him, and the pure white and lilac short skirt is gray and white stockings, and the feet are black high clogs.

Her calves, waist, sleeves, elbows, and neckline are also covered with black bows, small and delicate, but what I am curious about is that whether it is in a previous life or in this world, does it really not feel cold for women in winter to wear so little. I was very puzzled: just that layer of cotton stockings?

I stared at the long legs full of flesh but tightness with a hot and strange dynamic gaze, and sincerely suggested in my heart: "Since we are dreaming, wouldn't it be better not to wear stockings at all?

However, she seemed to see through what I was thinking, but with a kind smile, without any anger or offendedness.

"That's not going to work. Now, it's time for you to leave. ”

"What?"

"When the dream is over, you have to wake up. ”

"What do you mean, hey, who are you?"

"We'll meet again. ”

"Don't twist your tongue, you said we'd see each other again? Where? In a dream? Aren't you the person in my dream?"

"Then you will understand. ”

"Good people, why do you learn the disgusting technique of 'hanging people's appetite'!"

"Because the time has not yet come. ”

"Then why are you seeing me now? ”

"I met you, just now. ”

"Okay, okay, you win, I can't tell you, you're more like an old fellow than my combined age is good at ventriloquism. ”

"If you live for a long time, you will be like this. ”

"Yes, yes, old woman. In that case, I'm older. ”

"Well, yes, sir. ”

I stopped the conversation and looked at the strange woman who stopped not far away and was no longer approaching, even though I still wanted to ask, but she was just a being born in my dream, and this self-recognition really made me sad and regretful.

This delicate woman stood in the white [Winter Ease], with silver bangs, temples brushing her cheeks, and the sleeves touching the white circumference on the dress, I don't know if the snow picture on it was imitation snow or real snow, her hands were hanging down, and she was smiling and looking at me with black eyes. Thousands of silver filaments as long as silk rolls, sprinkled and empty, bearing the white crystal sliding to the ground, the dense eyelashes are raised high, hanging with white snow, with each blink will drip a little. If it weren't for the fact that the person in my dream couldn't meet again, I would definitely ask her to be my friend, after all, didn't she talk about loneliness all the time.

I opened my mouth again.

"Well, what's your name, old woman. Is it convenient to tell me. ”

"Name...... Chaos. ”

"Hello, Chaos Xu. My name is Raygram, and I'm an extremely lazy and boring person. ”

"Lazy, boring, and worthy of the name. ”

"So you're such an old woman!"

She couldn't help but chuckle.

"Far away, fear it, the white night wind calls, what you want, worship and pray, and finally come to nothing. ”

"It's all said, don't go around, I don't understand what you said this time, where did you learn it. ”

"What do you want now. ”

"What? what do you want, oh, what do you mean I want to do now, I want my cold right now, don't recur! Don't affect the [Winter Ceremony] game in the afternoon, after all, someone asked me, and I was really unwilling to fail without trying my best. ”

"[Winter Ceremony] ......" Chaos muttered softly for a moment. "As you wish. ”

"What?" I froze. "You ......"

Before I could finish my sentence, she appeared in front of me in an instant and patted her forehead.

"Good night, Lei Jun. ”

"What!"

The last thing I saw was that my last question, which had to sink into the darkness of consciousness, was:

The snow stopped suddenly, and after smiling goodbye to me, he was covered and frozen by the transparent ice crystals that rose rapidly under his feet, forming a hexagonal snowflake statue, lying quietly in the center of the ten thousand flowers, kissed and embraced by the snow that fell again.