When the sky was about to get dark, Fu Jun had already fallen asleep.

After tossing and turning this morning, she felt extremely tired. After all, she has always said that she is unwell today, so after returning from the Grange, Fu Jun hurriedly changed her outfit, only came out to cope with a luncheon, and then went back to the room to rest.

At this time, it was getting late, sleepiness was coming, Fu Jun didn't sleep well in the afternoon, and he couldn't hold it anymore at this time, so he rested early under the service of Qingwu and Luping.

Lying on the soft bed, Fu Jun was thinking to himself, when he suddenly heard a soft sound from the window drawer.

She immediately opened her eyes.

It was quiet all around, Qingwu slept outside the fan, and the sound of breathing was very even.

Fu Jun quietly lifted the silk tent and stepped on embroidered soft-soled shoes and moved to the window.

The window drawer was silently opened, but there was no one outside, only a vague scene.

Fu Jun pushed open the window drawer and leaned out to look.

It seems that the hour is not too late, the sky is still bright, and a small piece of emerald green bamboo can be faintly seen outside the window, and there is a pink wall on the edge of the bamboo forest. She looked at it and saw in a trance that a corner of cyan robe sleeves was exposed on the wall, like the clothes worn by Meng Yuan.

Fu Jun was suspicious, and he didn't understand what Meng Yuan was looking for at him at this time. She stepped up to the windowsill and climbed out of the window as quietly as she could.

However, as soon as her feet hit the ground, the scenery around her suddenly changed.

Fu Jun looked around, the green bamboo was gone, the pink wall was gone, she was already in an empty room, the low roof pressed against her head, and the four corners of the room were placed with large ice cubes. Specks of white smoke rose from the ice, and two corpses covered with white cloths lay on the ground.

It is the cellar of the Grange.

Fu Jun didn't understand how she got here.

She turned behind her, and a stone staircase stretched upwards, and a man stood at the exit.

Most of the man's body was hidden in the dark, except for a pair of shoes on his feet.

It was not Meng Yuan's dark cloud pattern boots, nor Wu Hook's thin-soled fast boots, but a pair of emerald green embroidered women's embroidered shoes.

Fu Jun felt as if she had seen these shoes somewhere.

She involuntarily stepped up the stone steps, trying to see what the woman looked like.

However, the stairs were long. It looks like there's no end. Fu Jun walked up for a long time. The embroidered shoes still stood at the exit, a dozen or so steps away from her.

Fu Jun simply stopped.

She knew she couldn't get any way, so she reached out and tried to catch the woman in the embroidered shoes.

But. The woman was gone.

Fu Jun pounced. He fell headlong on the steps.

The moment when you lean forward. She thought she was going to fall down the cold, hard stone steps.

But it didn't.

She fell to a soft ground where there were still new sprouts of grass, and the spring breeze brought a faint scent of flowers. The brushing on the body makes people weak and weak.

Fu Jun got up on his hands and feet and looked around.

She had come out of the adobe house and into the grange. Outside, the sky was still unclear and the light was blurry. She stood on the only dirt road in the grange, and in the distance there were many peasants working in the fields, and some women were walking on the ridges carrying food. Everyone's expressions and movements seem to have been magnified several times, exaggerated and dull.

However, there was no sound at all.

The silence around was like death, and Fu Jun could only hear his own breath.

The woman in the embroidered shoes was gone.

Countless peasant women walked back and forth on the ridges, their black and red faces and sturdy bodies did not match the woman wearing embroidered shoes in Fu Jun's heart.

Fu Jun ran on the dirt road.

She was in a hurry, she had to find this woman in embroidered shoes, this person was very important and important to her!

Fu Jun ran desperately, but at this time, the scene in front of him suddenly changed again.

The fields in the distance suddenly turned upside down, and pounced straight on top of Fu Jun's head, and a vague woman's back was in the middle of the field.

That's her!

Fu Jun was overjoyed.

It's this woman, and that's the person she's looking for.

Large swaths of black earth mud tumbled, and they pounced on Fu Jun with a low roar. She didn't hide, just stared at the woman in the middle of the land with wide eyes. The woman was embedded in the black mud, covered in mud, and her face seemed to be hidden in the fog, except for a pair of eyes that were red. Little by little, he approached Fu Jun until it was close to her cheek.

At that moment, those eyes burst open, and the strong air flow forced Fu Jun's body to shake, as if she heard someone's voice.

It's just that the voice is very thin and weak, as if it is far away, but a pair of thin hands suddenly stretched out from the air flow at this moment, choking Fu Jun's throat......

Fu Jun turned over and sat up, gasping heavily, his chest and back drenched with sweat.

She had a nightmare.

"What's wrong with the girl? Do you want to clean your hands? Luwu heard the movement and asked softly.

Fu Jun condensed, suppressed the pounding heartbeat, and said softly: "Pour me a glass of water." ”

Qingwu got up in his clothes, lit the thin candle on the enamel lotus petal lamp, poured half a cup of warm water into the sweet white porcelain teacup, and sent it to Fu Jun's hand.

Fu Jun took a sip of water, and his mind gradually calmed down.

When she returned from Ponyville, she felt like she had forgotten something important, in addition to feeling deeply tired.

This thought is not strong, but it is always hidden in the bottom of her heart, which makes her fidget. It wasn't until just now, when she woke up from her dream, that she finally remembered what she had forgotten.

To be precise, it was a figure she had inadvertently captured in the grange, and this figure evoked her long-accumulated memories.

At that moment, she seemed to be back in that sad courtyard, back to that moment when the snow was silent and the world was silent.

The figure she had seen in the grange was hidden in the cold snow. She is the beginning of everything and the end of everything.

Fu Jun rubbed the raised pattern of folded branches on the teacup and looked at the silk tent in a daze.

Her memories are never wrong, and all the people, things, and things that pass by will always be engraved in her mind.

So, what she needs to think about now is the confirmation of her memory.

It's just that it's inconvenient for her to do this.

The farmers in these farms have all grown up on this land for generations, and if Huaisu is asked to send someone to investigate, I am afraid that if they have not found out clearly, it will arouse the vigilance of the other party.

Therefore, this matter cannot be done by her people, but only by asking others for help.

Thinking of this, Fu Jun's eyes seemed to have a gentle face again, as well as the figure standing on the edge of the cliff, and the way he shielded her from the wind......

Fu Jun's palm had some hot flashes.

She put down the teacup and sat on the side of the bed/bed with her knees crossed, her eyes fixed on the incense ball hanging by the silk tent.

"Does the girl still need water?" Qingwu asked softly.

Fu Jun shook his head, pressed his thoughts, and commanded softly: "After Ming'er gets up/bed/, you go and bring the burden of the old Shi Qing, I remember that Shijiang has collected all the things I usually use for painting." If there is no one there, you can go to the stone blue baggage to rummage if there is any, and pick out the No. 2 and No. 3 pens for me to use. Then, ask Luping to ask the Feng family girl for two pieces of cocoon paper, it doesn't have to be very large, the size is enough. Can you write it down? ”

Qingwu agreed, and asked with a smile: "Girl, do you want to paint?" But let's leave tomorrow, is it too late to paint? ”

Fu Jun said with a smile: "It's just an itchy hand, first draw a rough sketch of Zhang Xiao, and then go to Ming'er's house to draw a big one." ”

Qingwu promised and slowly served Fu Jun to sleep. (To be continued.) )