"Help me, save me······" The raging fire was burning, and Mo Wei's line of sight was red.

However, she didn't feel the slightest hint of heat.

She watched as she walked eagerly in the firelight, searching for the source of the sound.

She was getting closer and closer to the source of the sound, and the voice of the other party calling for help was getting weaker and weaker.

Finally, in the midst of a firelight, she saw the figure of the other party, a young woman in ancient costume!

Speeding up to the other's side, she shouted, "Hey, hey, wake up!" Who the hell are you? ”

Why does it feel so familiar and familiar?

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The other party did not react.

She turned the other party's face, slowly lifted the messy hair on the other party's face, and her eyes widened the moment she saw the face clearly!

How could it be!

That's obviously your own face!

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······“ Jingle bells··· Jingle bell bell..."

The alarm went off.

The girl on the sofa kicked off the quilt and walked to the bathroom with sleepy eyes, cold water poured on her face, she took a deep breath and her thoughts flowed.

It's weird!

For sixteen years, Mo Weiwei has been dreaming the same dream since he could remember.

In the dream, it was a little girl.

Every time, there are different fragments in the dream, and she is like a shadow beside the little girl, looking at everything about her, witnessing her life, eating, sleeping, reading, joys and sorrows······ It's like watching an eight-o'clock costume TV series, or a bloody growth history of a family girl.

As she grows up, the little girl in her dream grows up little by little, and her experience becomes more and more tortuous, and she feels more and more inexplicably familiar.

However, in each dream, she could see everything else clearly, except for her face······ This phenomenon is very strange, even weird.

Because normal people can dream, the dream is either messy and ethereal, or reflects the real experience, but she is the only one who is a story from beginning to end, and it can be connected in series like a TV series, not to mention that the protagonist I just discovered looks exactly the same as myself... Well, except for wearing ancient costumes.

It's unspeakably weird.

Mo Weiwei saw a psychiatrist, and the doctor said that this was due to her own psychological factors, maybe it was a story she conceived?

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And today, that girl was actually burned!

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She actually saw the girl's face in this situation?

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What's even more terrifying is that it was actually her own face!

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It's a horrible thing······ After stopping to think about the question of having never had a result for so many years, Mo Wei walked out of the bathroom and looked at his small one-bedroom apartment.

Fortunately, it's okay, but what burned in the dream is obviously not his own nest······ Xishan Cemetery.

Mo Wei stood in front of a tombstone, bent down and put down a handful of bright red roses in his hand.

"I've come to see you."

Mo said softly.

In the photo, the delicate face of the young woman is smiling arbitrarily, looking at her.

Their faces are strikingly similar!

"The person you want to follow at the expense of abandoning your family and daughter got married yesterday."

"The bride is not you."

"You've only been gone for three months."

"Do you regret it?"

"Probably not. You liked Mo Yi back then, despite the fact that he was your teacher and had a wife, and you tried your best to achieve your goal. Ten years later, if you like that person, you don't care that you have a family and a daughter, and you have to follow him. The result? You've been gone for only 1 month, and he can't wait for his childhood sweetheart who you have always looked down on getting married. You say that love is more important than anything to you, but look at how much your so-called love is like a joke! ”

Mo smiled sarcastically.

"You always say that I am like you, but I am not you, I am different from you!"

"If you have a next life, you can do it yourself. I'm just talking, and I don't think you'll listen to ······."

"I'm leaving."

I won't be coming to see you in the future.

Silently saying this sentence in his heart, Mo Wei glanced deeply at the tombstone, turned around and left, and never looked back.

In front of the tombstone, the bright red roses bloomed warmly, just like the wanton smile of the woman in the photo on the tombstone.

······ Not even a ghost.

Walking in the bleak and silent cemetery, Mo Weiwei remembered such a sentence.

However, if there is a ghost, it will be too scary!

She thought again.

brush, a dark shadow flashed.

"Who?!"

Mo blurted out slightly.

"The one who sent you on your way!"

A black figure suddenly appeared.

Seeing his appearance clearly, Mo was slightly stunned.

"Aren't you the grave keeper of the cemetery?"

She clearly remembered that the tomb keeper was an old man in his fifties and sixties, right?

How could the old man who knew the destiny of heaven be so fast?

"yes, girl. Occasionally, he will also play the role of a send-off for some people. Now, I'm sending you!. ”

The old man laughed, and then flashed behind Mo Weiwei and pushed it.

"It's been too long to stay here, go where you need to go!"

"What are you talking about? Feed! You're murder! ”

Mo, whose body had suddenly leaned forward, tried desperately to grab something and didn't forget to shout, but his hand fell short, and the tombstones that were very close were now far away from the sky.

The body rolled violently, and while Mo was in severe pain in his body, a thought flashed in his mind: I really won't come to see you again in the future, because I went directly to you!

Then, he passed out.

When I became conscious again, it was in an empty room.

There is only one big screen, and the content shown on the screen is very familiar to Mo Weiwei, which is the life of the girl in the dream.

"Slightly, slightly······"

When Mo looked around slightly, he suddenly heard a voice calling out to him.

A figure appeared in front of her, from transparent to translucent, with the same facial features as herself, it was the girl who had haunted her for many years in the dream and made her feel inexplicably kind.

"You... Is it the girl in the dream? Who are you? ”

Why do you always appear in my dreams?

How do you look exactly like myself?

What is this place?

Mo Weiwei had countless questions, but there was only one sentence that came out.

Anyone who has always thought that it was a dream that he had imagined would accept incompetence when he really appeared in front of him.

"Weiwei, I am you, you are my ·····"

What the?

Mo was slightly stunned.

"There's not enough time, Weiwei, you can see all this for yourself."

The translucent figure slammed into her.

"Hello? Feed! What are you doing? You haven't made it clear yet! ”

Seeing that figure getting closer and closer to him, Mo shouted anxiously, but at the moment when the figure coincided with himself, he had a headache and fainted······