Qin Wei stumbled into the dark corridor, trying to see his surroundings clearly. The whole world suddenly lit up, and he found himself surrounded by the familiar lockpickers.

He felt so relieved that he almost cried. He couldn't even think about how happy he was to see these people. He stood up and looked around gratefully.

It was his father Qin Qiong, mother Ta Jiali, and aunt Ta Jiaqi. They hurried towards him from the main hall.

"Where have you been?" He angrily asked, "Why did you leave me here alone?" Don't you know that I'm most afraid of loneliness? ”

Qin Qiong said with a smile: "Our Wei'er has grown up, and he shouldn't be afraid of the dark." Do you remember when you were a child and said that you want to be a general when you grow up? Cowards can't be generals. ”

When Qin Wei doubted his words, he added, "Don't you remember?" Don't you remember anything? ”

Qin Wei hesitated: "I remember, I remember, how could I forget it, I remember everything clearly." ”

In order to prove that he really remembered the events when he was a child, he emphasized again: "I remember everything, including the things between me and Nanyue, I remember them all clearly." ”

"Why are you suing us now?" Qin Qiong asked, "Are you afraid that we will erase your memories after we know about it?" ”

Tagari didn't speak, but she looked at Qin Wei keenly, searching his face. Qin Wei was very uncomfortable by the emotion under these light brown eyes.

He pondered for a moment, then nodded solemnly: "That's right, that's what I thought, I'm afraid that you will erase my memories again after you know that I have recovered them." Just like back then. ”

"But we're not going to do that." Qin Qiong said, "You know very well that we can't do this, we are all dead." ”

"Dead?" Qin Wei frowned and stared at the three people in front of him, these three people were all standing in front of him alive, how could they die? He didn't believe it, he thought it must be just a joke.

"That's right, we're dead." Ta Jiali and Ta Jiaqi replied in unison. Moreover, their countenances were the same pale and wooden. Like, it's like two puppets.

"I don't believe it." Qin Wei forced himself to laugh, "You're kidding me, aren't you?" If you are dead, how shall I see you? ”

"Because it's just a dream."

"Because it's just a dream."

"Because it's just a dream."

The three of them all said this, and then they turned into wisps of green smoke and disappeared in front of Qin Wei.

"Don't go." Qin Wei shouted.

He slammed to the ground.

He has no concept of night and day, he just sleeps when he is tired and walks around when he wakes up. When he was sure that he was really just dreaming, he opened up and found himself out of bed. However, he didn't know what time it was, and he couldn't even forget whether it was noon or morning.

For the rest of the time, Qin Wei was busy reminiscing and exploring dreams. He didn't have enough heart to think about what time it was.

It's frustrating, but what's even more frustrating is that time itself is a word of fear for him.

He could feel how terrifying it was for time to go now, but he could also feel that there was an obsession in his heart that forced him to fight against it.

The one who can make him fight against time must be Nanyue. In many ways, Nanyue is equivalent to the heart in his body, which is absolutely indispensable.

After simply filling his stomach, he decided to go for a walk outside.

Standing in the courtyard, the shape of the snowy pile is no different from yesterday, even the day before yesterday, and every day before it.

The snowman will also stop there forever. Even though Qin Wei kicked its head to the ground yesterday because of his anger, when he looked at it again today, it was back to its original state.

It's a strange world full of magic.

"Good morning." He greets the snowman. As always, like every day before.

"I'm sorry for doing that to you yesterday, please forgive me, okay? You know, I was so angry that I did that, and will you forgive me? ”

He gently pinched some of the snowman's face. Cold, cool, wet.

The snowman maintained its usual style, just silent without saying a word.

Qin Wei smiled: "I know you don't want to talk to me, but I also know that you won't blame me in your heart, right?" ”

After apologizing to the snowman, Qin Wei walked out of the courtyard.

He looked up and could see no sun, only the blue of the sky covered by heavy clouds.

"Hi, hello, have you eaten?" He greeted the big tree at the door cordially, "Your clothes are so beautiful today." ”

As he spoke, he touched the rough bark with his hand and slapped some of the snow on it onto the snow.

Then, he went south, there was a long street, and when he got to the end, he went to the right and there was a clear river. Then walk along the river until you reach a bridge, and then turn to the right and there is a teahouse. When he arrives at the teahouse, he will go in and drink some hot tea.

"Man, come to a lake Longjing." He shouted to the empty hall, then walked to the side hall and took down a jar of tea from the shelf, on which the word 'Longjing' was written in cursive.

Even without these two words, he could find exactly where the dragon well was stored, because for more than a thousand years, he knew exactly where these tea leaves were stored. Even if he messes it up today, it will still be normal tomorrow.

"Shopkeeper, your tea leaves smell a little musty, you should take them out to dry." He said as he walked out of the hall.

Boiling water boiled on the stove until it was already boiling.

"The water was boiled so quickly."

He busied himself making tea, and it took him a while to find a place to sit.

He'd sat on every stool here, drank every teacup.

As usual, it was here that he remembered his father the most.

The words that his father had taught him are still vivid in my ears. However, his father has actually left him for more than a thousand years.

It can only be said that he is a pathetic man. He didn't admit that he couldn't go back to the real year 637 or have his parents reborn. But he has never accepted such a reality, he has always lived in fantasy.

He never talked about his family or his life before he came to this plane with the flowers, trees, and buildings.

He would only say hello and joke, saying things that didn't make sense, but he had to say them. (To be continued.) )