Yang Haohui walked on the emerald lawn, the air was filled with a pale white hazy mist, he couldn't see anything clearly, but he couldn't help but keep walking, the fog with a warm tide flowing through Yang Haohui's cheeks, and a hint of roses.

Where is this? Why is he here? He couldn't figure it out.

It was another aimless walk, and even he didn't know where he was going. Suddenly, the melodious sound of music came, it was a concert of the harp and the piano, and to his surprise, he seemed to know the song that had begun to be played.

It's a wedding march!

The fog suddenly lifted, as if a huge curtain had been opened. A huge tree filled Yang Haohui's eyes. Yes, it was filled, because the tree was so huge, like the Tower of Babel in the Bible. The trunk of the tree was golden, and it ran through the sky, towering into the sky, and the sun did not see the crown at the end with the best of his eye. It's really big, big like a giant pillar connecting heaven and earth.

He hurried towards the bottom of the giant tree, where there was a church. The Romanesque domed vaults, the gorgeous and colorful windows, everything is so beautiful and majestic. A few plain white lights and shadows frolicked and chased on the fluffy green grass in front of the church, Yang Haohui couldn't see their faces clearly, and they couldn't see their whole bodies clearly, the white light enveloping the whole body made the girls look like pieces of paper without color, but the slenderness of light and shadow was obviously the unique posture of the girl.

"The groom is coming, the groom is coming!" a girl's light and shadow came to him, and the voice as crisp as a lark was full of joy.

"Groom, me?" Yang Haohui was full of doubts, but before he could ask anything, the lights and shadows of those girls came over one after another, and they jumped happily around Yang Haohui, like a happy deer, and the girl's unique body fragrance surrounded Haohui, making him a little overwhelmed.

"It's you. The girl who came to Yang Haohui's side saw through his heart.

She gently stretched out her hands to help Yang Haohui smooth her collar, Yang Haohui noticed something, now he is taller than the "girl" in front of him, and this "girl" is already a girl who has passed the cardamom years, so how tall is he now?

Something else was wrong, and he realized a problem with his clothes. He was dressed in a crisp suit, a small white shirt that was meticulously clinging to his skin, and a plump rhinestone tie around his neck. The "girl" in front of him took one of Yang Haohui's hands, and under the white light and shadow of the soft hand, he saw his hand for the first time, a big hand with well-proportioned flesh and slender white skin.

I...... Grown up?

The hesitation did not last long, and the heavy door was pushed open by the "girls", as if a new world had opened up.

Yang Haohui froze.

Sunlight shines through the dome and windows on the straight red carpet, and rows of wooden chairs are filled with plain white figures. Just like those girls, the white light enveloped the whole body, making it difficult to see neither the face nor the body. At the moment when the gate opened, all the figures stood up in unison, followed by a wave of applause, and rose petals fell from the sky, still stained with early morning dewdrops, fluttering and falling to reflect the fine light. This scene is truly beautiful and breathtaking, like a red rain of fire before the end of the world.

But Yang Haohui didn't pay attention to these, and the moment the door opened, his eyes were firmly attracted by a person. At the end of the red carpet, a girl waits quietly under a huge oil painting of Venus.

The snow-white veil covers the girl's forehead, and the slender and delicate body is wrapped in the soft wedding dress, and the lines are beautiful and bright. In her hands with white lace gloves holds a cluster of laurel balls, revealing holy beauty. She is not a light and shadow that cannot be seen clearly, but a living, beautiful girl who is as picturesque as a fairy.

Yang Haohui seemed to remember that he had come to attend his wedding. He walked forward slowly, slowly passing through the applause of rows of white figures, and walked to the end of the red carpet. He looked up at the bride, but found that he could not see her face, which was obscured by a long veil.

But Yang Haohui knew that she was beautiful, he just didn't know why he knew, as if the two had already been in each other's white hair.

The harp and piano resonated in a pleasant symphony, and the light and shadow of the priest came between the two men and asked them to stand on either side of the altar. The "priest" picked up a sterling silver tray from the altar, one gold and one silver, and two rings lay quietly on it. A bottle of aged red wine sits on the altar, and the white candles on either side emit a bright fire.

"Blessings be upon the Lord. The "priest" spoke in a majestic voice about the opening of the wedding mass.

"Amen. The light and shadow of all the guests said in unison.

The priest turned to look at the bride, "Do you want this man to be your husband and marry him, to love him, to take care of him, to respect him, to accept him, to be faithful to him until the end of his life, whether he is sick or healthy, or for any other reason?"

"I do. ”

The priest looked at Xiang Yang Haohui again: "Do you want this woman to be your wife and enter into a marriage contract with her, whether it is sickness or health, or any other reason, to love her, to take care of her, to respect her, to accept her, and to be faithful to her forever until the end of her life?" he took the golden ring.

An impulse suddenly came from his heart, and Yang Haohui replied without a trace of hesitation: "I am willing." ”

"Now, then, please exchange rings. ”

Yang Haohui held the bride's hand, which was a soft little hand, like the most perfect white cotton, which made people reluctant to let go as soon as they held it. He carefully placed the golden ring on the bride's slender ring finger. That's the mark he gave to a girl, and it's also his commitment to a girl's life. The silver ring also covers Yang Haohui's ring finger, which is her trust in a boy and proof that she has given herself to a boy.

They hugged each other slowly, slowly. The corners of Yang Haohui's mouth showed a happy smile.

Happiness is cut off in the next moment.

Yang Haohui's eyes widened, and he stepped out of the girl's warm embrace step by step, he stroked his chest in disbelief, but he couldn't hide the truth of the severe pain.

A short knife stabbed him in the back of the heart, the blade of which was cold and cold.

The priest is gone, the guests are gone, the girls are gone. All the light and shadow are gone, all the roses are gone, the romantic wedding is like a mirror, except for the blood gushing out at the moment, there is nothing red.

Yang Haohui coughed up a mouthful of sweet blood violently and knelt weakly on one knee. Life spurted blood from the stab wound on his back, soaking the close-fitting white lining black and red. The wine bottles on the altar were shattered, the candlesticks toppled over, and the fire ignited.

The wedding of Hana and Mei collapsed, and all that remained was the abyss of fire and blood.

The sharp pain that pierced his heart burned Yang Haohui's nerves, and the massive blood loss had already made him confused, but he still managed to open his eyes, and a vague figure came into view. The only thing that hasn't disappeared is the bride, she's still so beautiful. The heat of the flame swirled through the plain white gauze skirt, and the firelight reflected her beautiful body in a rose-red color.

She took a step and slowly walked towards the sun, an extra piece of a wine bottle in her hand, and she wanted to give herself the final blow.

Why!Why!!Why!!

Yang Haohui suddenly found that he didn't know who this girl was, but he really loved her, so much so that even if he had the girl's cold arrow stuck in his back, he just wanted to hug her into his arms again.

The more I loved, the more painful it was when I betrayed, and the pain was unforgettable.

The girl leaned down and gently hugged Yang Haohui, then ...... Bloodshot Emerges!

Yang Haohui fell to the ground weakly, and when he was dying, he felt something wet dripping on his face, and a not-so-clear sentence floated into his ears.

That's a "I'm sorry".

Yang Haohui bounced up from the bathtub violently, cold sweat like rain. He hurriedly touched his back, which was fine except for the pain from the bathtub.

"It turned out to be a nightmare. He wiped the sweat from his forehead and gasped for breath, but it occurred to him that this was the toilet......

He coughed twice and fumbled to get up to find a glass of water to drink. He probably gasped for breath during the nightmare, which made his throat very dry. His head was also a little swollen, as if someone had split it with an axe and shoved something into it.

It is said that people forget within nine seconds after dreaming, but Yang Haohui violated this law. Because the dream was so vivid, even after waking up, he seemed to remember the cold and pain that pierced through his chest.

But it's great, I'm still alive, and I haven't grown up.

He walked out of the toilet with a blanket on, and looked up at his watch in the dark, it was already three o'clock in the night. Then he looked back into his room, where the door was closed, but there was a glimmer of light through the crack.

Little by little, the memories flowed back, the memories of this morning.

"Tian Yuan Realm. This should be the last sentence Mo Meng said in his memory.

Then, he was stunned.

What the hell is this place name? In the 9.6 million square kilometers of land of my Great Heavenly Empire, there is not a place that starts with a heavenly character except Tianjin, okay?

However, he still saw the hope in Mo Meng's eyes, which made him swallow the sentence "I haven't heard of it" in a daze. It can be seen that Mo Meng does not seem to be a simple beggar, or that she may not be a beggar at all. A little girl has become like this, and since she is no longer a threat to himself, there is no reason for him not to help.

So he turned on the computer, and silently typed the words "Tianyuan Realm" on Baidu under Mo Meng's somewhat strange and expectant gaze.

"There are no search results. Mo Meng's big black eyes dimmed under these words.

Mo Meng lay on the bed in despair, like a doll that had run out of clockwork. The girl suddenly turned into a poor little beggar again, and even the blind could see Mo Meng's disappointment, and it was not difficult to see that this was not her first failure. She may ask the people around her again and again if she knows, and then she is answered again and again that she doesn't know if she doesn't know. Yang Haohui's re-denial made the girl completely disheartened.

With the spirit of a little rabbit death and fox sadness, Yang Haohui still persuaded Mo Meng, saying don't worry, there will always be a way, hey, you can't find a place to be sad, don't grab the quilt, it's really hard to wash...... Then she hit it out with a pillow.

The body of a beggar, the temper of a princess!

This unpleasant exchange stopped here, and Rao Yiyang Haohui's temper was also angry enough. Speaking of which, I really owe money, and I was kicked out of my room by a beggar who picked it up in my own house, which is simply unheard of!

Mo Meng's silence lasted until the afternoon, and she kept herself silent in Yang Haohui's room. Yang Haohui ignored her, and it wasn't until dinner time that Yang Haohui went over and knocked on the door, but she didn't open it or speak.

There was still no movement in there, until now.

Yang Haohui quietly looked at the light oozing from the crack in the door, and sighed silently, in fact, when he was angry and thought about it carefully, Mo Meng was indeed quite pitiful. A little girl doesn't look much older than herself but can't find a home, and if she were herself, I'm afraid she would be disheartened.

In fact, everyone is like this, in order to return to the harbor called "home", they will keep looking for hope, and keep looking until they are exhausted.

He walked to the door and hesitated, but still twisted the doorknob and pushed the door in, or it seemed that she had not slept yet, so persuade her again.

The door opened, and the blazing white light came to his face, and he was suddenly stunned.

The window was shut, and the curtain was securely covered. The omelette and orange juice on the desk were not touched, and the meal had already cooled down. Mo Meng wrapped herself tightly in the quilt, revealing only her dirty little head, like a white egg. Because she curled herself into a little ball. The big black eyes were closed, and it turned out that she was already asleep.

Why was he stunned? Because he was familiar with the scene in front of him.

Wasn't he the same when his parents had just disappeared. Close the window tightly, turn on the lights in the room, wrap yourself tightly in the quilt, and then shrink yourself into a ball. He doesn't have his parents, and he doesn't have the doll bear guarding him, so he has to build his own barriers, or you'll be alone in the middle of the night...... You'll be scared.

Is that the same with her?

Yang Haohui stood on tiptoe, gently walked to the side of the bed and squatted, bringing his face closer to Mo Meng's face. This was the first time he had looked at Mo Meng so closely, and this little beggar was actually a little good-looking. When she fell asleep, she was really quiet and well-behaved, her long eyelashes flickered slightly, and her breathing was steady and long, at this time she really looked like a princess, she should have washed the perfume and slid in the soft pink marshmallow and rolled happily, but unfortunately the current princess is really a little dirty.

Yang Haohui looked at the black marks on the crumpled sheets, but this time he was not angry, but smiled silently.

He saw two more water marks, and Mo Meng plowed two marks on his dirty little face, and she ...... Crying?

It should also be, this stubborn and stubborn girl, even if she is sad and sad, she will never cry in front of others, so she drove herself out, because maybe the next moment, the tears will not be able to hold back.

Yang Haohui remembered the moment yesterday afternoon, Mo Meng squatted quietly at the exit of the underground passage, the sun was full of sunshine like a waterfall flowing into the passage, but it couldn't wash away the sadness of this girl.

Suddenly, some warm liquid flowed through his cheeks, Yang Haohui came back to his senses suddenly, and at some point, he actually cried.

He hurriedly stood up and wiped it with his hands, but the tears were like floods from the floodgates. A slight pulsation and slight pain in a place that had long been silent in my heart. A sea of memories struck, like a beast trying to break through its shackles. He thought back to the night he was six years old, the night he wanted to remember desperately, but could never remember.

He finally understood why he was helping her, and it was a feeling called "empathy". On that afternoon, he saw in the girl every birthday...... Self in the mirror.

It took half a minute for Yang Haohui to calm down. He lowered his head and watched carefully, but fortunately his voice didn't wake the sleeping girl.

He couldn't help but smile bitterly, he was obviously here to persuade her, but he was sad and sad.

"What a strange day. Yang Haohui patted his cheek softly, "Maybe I've been too tired lately, Fat Zhou can make people work overtime." ”

He walked back to the door, and just as he was about to leave the door, he suddenly paused, turned around, and whispered something in his mouth.

As soon as the switch "snapped", the lights turned off and the doors closed.

Everything returned to tranquility, the stars hung in the sky, but unfortunately Yang Haohui forgot to open the window, and there was only a dark night like thick ink in this room. The grasshoppers chirped happily in the grass, which was clearly audible, and the silence of the night seemed even more apparent.

Mo Meng opened her eyes, she got up and looked in the direction of the door.

Did he cry? for ...... Me?

She slowly got up and got out of bed. There seemed to be his smell in front of the bed, and she knew it, in that underground passage.

She froze for a moment, then suddenly fumbled into the pocket of her torn garment and pulled something out.

A hundred dollars a piece.

Yang Haohui didn't find this banknote at the time, he thought that the girl had already used the money to buy food, but in fact, she didn't spend it, but kept it on her body.

Why is that? Mo Meng didn't know, she just had some ..... Reluctant.

In that underground passage, she felt that the world was so cold, so cold that the sun couldn't warm it. But the sunlight was suddenly blocked, and she was shrouded in a slender back, but she felt an indescribable warmth in the shadows, as if even if she fell into hell, someone would hold her tightly, and say to herself in the gentlest voice in the world, "Don't be afraid, and I'm here."

That's why she went to look for that person last night, she didn't actually want to rob at all, she was just a little awkward, so she had to pretend to have a hoarse voice and a fierce look. She did have something she wanted to ask, but more importantly, she wanted to talk to that person, she wanted to say something to him..... Thank you.

Mo Meng walked over to the desk, where there was still an omelette, although it was already cold. There is also a picture frame in which there are three people, a man and a woman, and on the man's shoulder there is a little boy, who is smiling happily, and his smile is like the brightest sunshine...... But now he has become a tired big boy.

Mo Meng just stood like that, looking at the desk, her legs still hurt a little, but she stood for a long, long time.

She grabbed the plate suddenly, and despite the cold alder, she munched on the fried egg inside.

"Good night. Although Yang Haohui's voice was soft, she heard the words.

Suddenly she burst into tears—

To be continued......