Xiao Yiran just said to Qingwen Musk Yue and Xiaomei that he was indeed dreaming, but he didn't say what he dreamed. For a whole day, Xiao Yiran was immersed in the seemingly chaotic dreams of the night.

It's obviously a dream, but it feels like something that has happened, but I can't find an accurate memory of it anyway. Xiao Yiran couldn't help but start thinking about the little things he had done since he was a child. Finally, Xiao Yiran discovered an abnormal time in his memory. That is, since that late autumn afternoon, on the Qinhuai River painting boat, I seem to have had a long dream, and after waking up until half a month ago, I went to the Nuwa Niangniang Temple in Ankang, and the memory during this period of time seems to be missing something, and many things have become blurred, as if there is nothing.

"What have you forgotten? Did the things in those vague memory fragments ever happen? ”

"What's wrong with Miss? Is there something uncomfortable? Or are you scared by the dreams of the night? ”

Xiaomei had already discovered Miss's abnormality, but she didn't dare to ask, and finally she couldn't hold back and asked after breakfast.

"Me? I'm fine, I'm just thinking about something, Xiaomei doesn't need to worry. ”

After a while, one master and three servants packed up their ropes and walked out into the street, meaning to ask the path into the mountain if they had prepared something. Walking on the familiar streets, Xiao Yiran will always have some vague fragments popping up in his mind.

"Ah, I'm sorry."

Due to his trance, Xiao Yiran actually bumped into a person's arms, and before looking up at the person, he hurriedly apologized.

"What's the matter with you, don't you have long eyes when you walk, how do you hit my young lady?!"

As soon as he saw that there was a handsome young man in his twenties in front of him, Xiao Yiran's eyes couldn't be taken off no matter what. Xiao Yiran didn't seem to hear Qingwen's scolding of the young descendant on his side. Mouth muttered:

"Do we know each other?"

When the young junior on the opposite side heard this, he smiled with concern and called out softly:

"Yes."

With a bang, Xiao Yiran's head seemed to explode, and in an instant, countless pieces of information appeared in his mind along with the picture.

"You, you, you are?"

"Ran'er, I'm Poplar, remember?"

"Go, go, our young lady's name is also what you can call?"

Qingwen saw that the young lady's face was not good, and she was muttering something inexplicably, thinking that she had been damaged by the offspring, so she stepped forward and stretched out her hand to push the junior, and Musk Yue also rushed up to help. Only Xiaomei stood in place at a loss and did not move.

"Qingwen, Musk Yue, stop."

"Miss, he'......."

"You two go back."

Qingwen and Musk Yue had no choice but to reluctantly retreat behind Xiao Yiran.

"Your name is Poplar, why is this name so familiar, you let me think about it."

Xiao Yiran had to sort out the countless pictures that suddenly appeared in his mind first.

At first, the surroundings were gray, and then a white light like lightning appeared, and the gray space was gradually cut in half by the white light from the middle. Immediately, a clear blue sky and green mountains and rivers appeared.

"Groundbreaking?"

In a trance, Xiao Yiran felt as if he had become a wisp of wind, a wisp of wind floating randomly between the blue sky and the earth. At some point, when he came across a young poplar sapling in an open place, he did not hesitate to entangle it.

It seemed like a long time, and it seemed like it was just a moment, and the aspen tree grew taller, and at some point two more small flowers appeared under the tree, one blue and the other purple, swaying with the wind and the tall poplar leaves.

Until one day, a beautiful and kind young fairy appeared in the sky above the poplar tree. And brought the poplar tree, the two small flowers under the tree, and Xiao Yiran, who was wrapped in the rich canopy of the poplar tree, into a huge valley.

"Breeze Valley."

At this time, these three words suddenly popped out of Xiao Yiran's mind.

"Yes, Ran'er, it's Qingfeng Valley, and Nuwa Niangniang, remember?"

Hearing Xiao Yiran reading the words "Qingfeng Valley" in his mouth, the young junior asked a little anxiously.

Xiao Yiran looked up at the posterior in front of him again, and the next picture in his mind changed very quickly, but Xiao Yiran could basically keep up with the speed of change. After a long time, he finally spoke:

"Topol, is it really you?!"

"Ran'er, it's really me."

"I went back to my mother once, but my mother said you went out."

"Yes, I came out to find Ran'er and wanted to take care of Ran'er."

"Well, yes. I remember. We have seen you once in the Temple of the City God, as if we had a glimpse of you once in the Temple of Confucius. And that time, it was in Fenzhou, it seems that you and another descendant were in trouble for me once. ”

It was also when Xiao Yiran met Baiyang that Xiao Yiran's doppelganger who was left by Nuwa Niangniang was also one-fifth of Xiao Yiran's main soul, and returned to Xiao Yiran again, which made Xiao Yiran remember everything. Including the first generation of Huanggu, the first generation of future campus life, and the first generation of the Northern Song Dynasty.

Because there was too much information at the moment, Xiao Yiran had to calm down and sort it out carefully.

At this point, all the memories have returned, and it is natural to recognize that the afterlife in front of me is the poplar that has grown up together since the beginning of heaven and earth.

It's just that Qingwen and Musk Moon around her right now are not the two small flowers under the poplar tree, but their own two spirits. During the Northern Song Dynasty, Qingwen Musk Moon was the two small flowers, one blue and one purple.

The two of them who had been separated for a long time did not have the shy answers of ordinary children in the world, Xiao Yiran naturally took Poplar's hand and asked with concern about the bits and pieces after he left Qingfeng Valley.

Qingwen and Musk Yue, as well as Xiaomei, followed behind Xiao Yiran and Bai Yang, listening as they walked, but the more they listened, the more they looked like they were listening to the Book of Heaven, and they didn't know what the two were talking about. This made Qingwen and the three of them very anxious.

"Miss, miss, what's wrong with you? Do you really know him? ”

"Hehe, Qingwen don't worry, there are a lot of things, I won't be able to explain it to you in a while. You will understand in the future. He's none other than a friend we've known for a long, long time, and his name is Poplar, and you can call him the same. ”

"Miss, are you alright?"

Qingwen always thought that there was something wrong with Miss Xiao Yiran's brain, no matter what, it was difficult to put her mind at ease, and she deliberately raised her hand to touch Xiao Yiran's forehead.

"I don't have a fever."

Qingwen's actions made Xiao Yiran and Bai Yang laugh.

"Qingwen, let's do it, we don't have to go here today, let's just go into the mountains. While climbing the mountain, I will tell you the reason for this. ”