The misty dream is not dark, not decaying, revealing a misty light, warm, like a little peach blossom on the heart.

Bamboo hedges and clay tiles, the breeze is curling, and birds are singing.

The glimmer of the morning light carried a discernible temperature, the air was moist and fresh, and Mo Yi looked left and right, really wondering why there was a reason for her to lock her brows if it was such a dream.

He tried to call her name, but the birds cried even more noisily, and at that sound they were annihilated, and there was a shadow of her to be seen.

Carefully bypassing the hut, he was slightly stunned.

Under an unusually huge peach blossom tree, he stood there quietly, his eyes condensed on a stone table not far away.

The table was empty, except for one or two peach blossoms. The wind blew and drifted to the ground, lining the faint brilliance under her eyes, this obviously warm scene, but it looked very bleak!

Mo Yi walked over slowly, approached her and asked softly, "What are you doing here?"

But seeing a flash of brilliance in his eyes, he looked at the place where he was, but his eyes were unfocused.

"Who? who's there?" she asked, in a low voice.

Mo Yi reached out to pull her, but it was empty and empty. Seeing his hand pass through her body, she realized that she couldn't see him.

"It's me, can you hear me?"

She was half puzzled and half innocent and murmured, "Mo Yi?"

"Good thing you can hear me. He let out a long sigh of relief.

Hearing his words again, he suddenly shook his head, staggered back a few steps, and said, "No, you lied to me! How could you be him! It must be my auditory hallucinations! Mo Yi, he... He's there!"

He pointed to the stone table he was looking at.

Mo Yi looked over and saw a figure slowly appearing on the originally empty stone table.

The clothes are white and bright, the back is familiar, although he can't see his face, he also knows that this is himself.

Her voice was a little hoarse, she slowly withdrew her hand, and said, "I'm obviously here, less than ten people away, but he turns a blind eye to me, sure enough, there is no room for me in his eyes?"

Mo Yi shouted at her anxiously: "It's just your illusion, here is your nightmare, it's the accumulation of all your negative emotions." Nothing is true!"

"Dream?" her eyes flickered, and then faded again, "How can it be a dream? If it is a dream, it should also dream of some happy things." It's not like this, it's even unreal like this..."

After saying this, she lowered her head slightly, and the soil under her feet was a little wet.

She cried...

Mo Yi looked at her uncomfortably, but saw a few traces of dark miasma crawling up the corners of her skirt.

He was slightly stunned, and always felt that he couldn't let it go on like this.

"Miao—" He called out to her very softly, half helpless and half gentle.

Tilting Miao raised his head suddenly, and those black miasma slowly retreated a few steps.

"Is that really you?" she asked.

Mo Yi smiled bitterly and said, "It's me." I'll take you back. ”

"But, look. It's so good here... Peaceful and quiet, there are peach blossoms, there are birds, and he... Oh, you said he was the man I imagined—" her voice slowly weakened, "but, even if it was imagined, even if I ignored me, I could still keep watching, right? Killed, killed... I don't want to see any of them. ”

"It's all illusory, it's all non-existent. If you stay here, your consciousness will be completely engulfed by the nightmare, and you will die!

"No! you lie to me! you want to destroy the only happiness I can see! I don't listen! don't listen!!" She covered her ears and crouched down, shaking her head incessantly.

Mo Yi was stunned, and saw that the black miasma that had finally retreated suddenly gathered again, almost engulfing her.

He felt a little sorry for her.

The woman in front of her may just want to humbly guard a virtual image, and all this seems to be caused by herself.

However, if you give her a response, it is a blasphemy of your feelings for Mao Qing.

If she doesn't respond, maybe she'll never go back...

What does it mean to never go back?

He thought and thought.

No one will annoy him in any other way;

No one will beg him to do this and that coquettishly;

No one will ever say to him that he will like him and like him twice;

No one has ever had such a bright and beautiful smiling face...

Mo Yi bit his lip, and his body trembled a little.

He knew in his heart that these bits and pieces of companionship, the entanglements that he couldn't get rid of, and the sincerity that he wanted to avoid had become a strange engravement.

Like a birthmark that comes with birth, even if you don't want it anymore, it will follow you like a shadow.

He slowly squatted down, lightly opened his lips, put it to her ear, and said gently: "Miao... I will not fight against you at any time. I promise. ”

In the quiet crying, she stopped her shoulders from trembling.

She looked up at her side, where she could not see, but now her shadow was faintly visible.

"You... Really coming? I thought, you won't. She said aggrievedly.

"Why not? You're here, I'm worried. He replied earnestly, and the look in his eyes was truly recognizable.

"Worried about me?"

Mo Yi smiled faintly and said, "I'm worried about you." When you didn't tell me anything, I was worried. You don't have to. In the future, as long as it is related to danger and wind and rain, it is enough to have me on top. I promised to take care of you. ”

"Is that because I saved you? But you saved me... In fact, we don't owe each other anymore. Tilt Miao felt a little confused.

Mo Yi interrupted her: "No!

"So, just worry about me, not because of anything else?" asked anxiously.

"Not because of anything else. He spoke clearly and quietly.

She smiled, and suddenly a flower bloomed in her heart, as sweet as ever. The black miasma gradually subsided, and the expression on her face slowly returned to normal.

Mo Yi stretched out his hand towards her, and in his eyes was a calm lake.

His voice was as deep as the sound of rain on a summer night, and he said, "Let's go! Go back with me!"

At this time, a delicate peach blossom floated in the wind and landed in the palm of his hand.

He looked at him fixedly, and even a smile appeared in the corner of his eyes.

She raised her hand to cover it, and by the way, she also clenched the peach blossom.

Warm, with a fragrant sleeve, she is in the eyes of her lover, her lover is in her heart, and it is no longer a nightmare...

In the last moments of this nightmare, the breeze stirred up the light veil that covered her face.

Mo Yi turned his head to look over, and his face under the veil was suddenly familiar.

"Huh—" he shouted, but his voice was quickly drowned out by the wind.

For a while, the white light was flourishing, and the two were included in the center of the light.

And everything in Fang Cai's dream, like a light smoke, faded away, and he could no longer remember.

The villagers gathered at the village chief's door heard the sound of drowning footsteps in the distance.

A young man named 'Little Six' was closest to the street, so he walked over with a lantern to check.

Under the dim light, I saw that the visitor was dressed in a dark robe and black shoes, which was really weird.

He raised the lantern a little higher, and the person in his eyes was cold and lonely, unchanged for ten thousand years, so frightened that Xiao Liu threw down the lantern and ran back.

"He... He... He's coming down..."The villager 'Ah Bao' picked up Xiao Liu, who was almost a dog gnawing mud, frowned and asked, "Who came down?

"Haha!!" There was a rampant laugh beside him, and the man in Xuanyi had already walked over. He said coldly: "It turns out that this face of mine looks so terrifying?"

The villagers gathered at the door and raised all the lanterns to check on them.

The lights were brighter, and wasn't it Zhilang standing in the middle of the crowd?

'Bang Bang~' Several more lanterns fell to the ground, and some villagers were so frightened that their hands went soft.

In fact, the people in this village are not afraid of his unchanging appearance for thousands of years, but from a long time ago, there was a saying in the village: people who live alone on Mangshan should not be provoked. Turning over the rain, even if the world changes, it is only in his thoughts.

Although I don't know who started to say this, but it has been handed down, but it has become a real insight, and no one dares to touch this bottom line. No one dares to gamble on the truth or falsehood of everyone's lives.

Although the village chief was also scared in his heart, he remembered that he had promised Mo Yi to guard this place and not let outsiders disturb their affairs.

Moreover, not sooner or later, this Zhilang came down at the moment when there was a change in the village, I am afraid that it will be more than auspicious!

Thinking of this, he stabilized his voice and shouted: "Don't be afraid, everyone!

The village chief has always been prestigious, but now he is not afraid, and the courage of the others has become stronger. They surrounded him and raised their clubs and hoes high at him.

I heard Zhilang snort lightly: "Do you think these can stop me?"

When the words fell, the sharp light in his eyes flashed, and he saw a group of people standing still and motionless before they approached him.

Each of them maintained an attacking posture, like a stone statue, unable to speak.

Without looking back, he walked straight through the crowd, pushed the door open under everyone's panicked gaze, and walked in calmly.

The lamp and candle in the room were half burned, and white tears hung on him, and he felt a little troubled when he saw this bleak color.

On the bed, Mo Yi and Tan Miao held hands, both unconscious.

Zhilang shook his head, thinking to himself, these two people are still the same, one is naïve and the other is persistent.

He put his hand on his forehead and found that the nightmare had been lifted, but the two of them could not return to their minds.

He twisted his fingers, thinking to himself that he would have to lead them in the end.

Zhi Lang put his hand on his forehead again, and a little fluorescence flowed from the tips of his fingers, which slowly melted into her brain.

In less than half a cup of tea, I saw her frowning slightly, and the two of them immediately woke up.

Neither Miao nor Mo Yi remembered the details of the dream, they only understood the cause and effect, and they looked ignorant.

Zhi Lang smiled lightly and said, "I think only you dare to do such a dangerous thing." ”

Mo Yi looked at him carefully and found that both his bearing and his expression were different from before.

He couldn't help but ask, "Are you?"

Zhilang looked back at him, and his voice was as light as water: "I am the owner of the Ukiyo-e Mirror, and it is I who created this place." ”