New Year's cookies, Wudang domestic sales"

He and I both grew up, twenty years. Complete schoolwork together, travel together, welcome the arrival of Senior Brother Qiu together, and witness the departure of Senior Brother Cai together.

Just like we were in the Mai Holy Sect, it was so dangerous, didn't we finally retreat with our whole body? But I didn't expect that the all-powerful senior brother would also die.

I watched him be impaled in the heart by the killers of the Halloween's Pavilion, but I couldn't do anything, I watched as he was pushed off the cliff by the man and shattered to pieces.

Over and over again, they fell in front of me, shattered to pieces. I fell into a nightmare.

I reached out countless times, he passed through my fingers countless times, fell into the abyss, and I failed to catch him, not once.

Then I woke up from my dream, day after day, trapped in my dream.

Tonight I seem to be in a dream again, but this dream is different from the past, I sit on the towering city wall of Jinling, the sky is densely packed with Kong Ming lanterns, and under the wall are the smiling city people, I realized that the new year has arrived.

I saw Mr. Zeng. I had asked him about my "providence". At that time, my brother was still by my side, smiling and stroking my head.

I sighed, and was touching something that hurt me again. Someone next to me suddenly asked me, "If my junior brother doesn't go, it's a hexagram?" Mr. Zeng's hexagram is accurate. ”

I was startled and turned my head, my brother was young and still smiling.

I was suspicious, and I reached out in horror to probe, I was afraid that it would be another big dream.

It was a real temperature that spread from his cheeks to my fingertips.

"Senior brother, I'm naughty again." He smiled and pinched my fingertips, the scene was quite strange, I was almost thirty years old, with a handsome and mature face, and he was still thirteen or fourteen years old, with a young look and a doting smile calling me "junior brother".

I did not dare to move, but I saw him take me by the hand and leap down from the wall. Maybe I saw him fall off the cliff too many times, so I subconsciously reached out and grabbed his waist, performed lightly, and landed steadily on the ground.

Before I could come back to my senses, the child in my arms had reached out and rubbed my hair, which was his usual action, and I thought that I would never have a chance to feel it again in this life.

"Senior brother is really caring, but I am a senior brother, and I should be protecting my junior brother."

That's it, so you're going to hide me in my legs and watch me watch you fall off a cliff. My heart was blocked, so I could only turn my head and say, "Didn't you say that you would take me to ask for a hexagram?" What are you doing with it?"

He smiled slightly, stretched out his palm, held my hand very seriously, and said, "Let's go."

His grip was tight, and it hurt a little. We stopped in front of Mr. Zeng.

Mr. Zeng looked at me for a while, turned his head and asked his brother, "You brought this little doll?"

I was slightly stunned, I couldn't adapt to this suspicion, and I was really not suitable to be called a little doll.

Senior Brother's smiling beautiful eyes narrowed into a slit, and he said, "This is our very powerful little junior brother in Wudang, Mr. Zeng, let's calculate a hexagram?"

In this way, when I was calculated by him, his expression and senior brother's words were exactly the same as they are now. Only this time, Mr. Zeng lowered his voice before leaving: "Are you willing to be a WTO entrant or a dream watcher?"

Entrants, I think, dream watchers are painful, but at least they are alive.

I hope my brother is alive.

I took a bite of the sugar gourd he handed me, and it was so sweet. He leaned on the railing, watching the fireworks and Kong Ming lanterns in the sky. I don't know what he's bringing me here for, just as he brought me here many years ago.

Senior brother took a bite of the sugar gourd and said vaguely: "Senior brother, I like it here very much."

I understood that he had always spoken with a preceding sentence and a second sentence, so I said, "What? Because the scenery is beautiful and there is delicious food, you don't need to look at Senior Brother Qiu's face?"

At that time, my brother really didn't tell me why he liked it here, and I didn't expect him to reply to me this time.

But he spoke. "No," he turned to look at me, his eyes shining as if encompassing the entire night sky, and I held my breath for a moment, only to feel something pounding in my chest. "Because, it's just you and me here." He leaned towards me, and I subconsciously reached out to pick it up, and he was firmly in my arms.

"What...," I asked rhetorically, somewhat confused.

The senior brother seemed to sigh, "Do you remember how we met?" ”

I remember, how could I forget. On that day I was taught

Bring back Wudang and look at you cautiously behind the master. You put your hand around my shoulder, smiled and stroked my head, and told me your name.

"Who are you?" I remember asking.

Your senior brother, your lifelong friend and classmate, you paused,... Or even more.

I never understood what "more" meant, but now I do.

Because my brother's lips gently pecked at the corner of my lips, his lips had a hint of sugar gourd, with a faint sweetness.

His voice was hoarse, and he said, "I am pleased with you."

I put my hand around his neck, and he seemed to be in his twenties, with broad shoulders and narrow hips, and a gentle and handsome face. I took the initiative to lick his lips, and even though it was a dream, I would never regret it.

The moment I fell off the cliff, I think I was smiling.

I broke his leg, will he hate me? Well, then he will probably forget about me and live a new life.

But now he .... Maybe it hurts, right?

Then I fell into the darkness and I seemed to have forgotten something.

The head of Ye Lan waved at a Wudang Taoist and said, "I have been sleeping for three years, but I can be regarded as rescued." The long eyebrows and eyes are gentle, and there is a red gold forehead mark in the center of the eyebrows, which looks like twenty-seven or eight. He replied and smiled: "There is Lao Ye in charge."

"It's just.... Faced with a junior brother who has lost all his memories, I'm afraid you will be disappointed. Ye Lan hesitated for a moment, "All the memories you have with him, all the good ..... It's all a blank. ”

"What's this?" The Taoist chief smiled slightly, "It's just our appearance... It's just twenty years late. The Taoist leader helped him up unhurriedly. I saw him look at himself cautiously, and listened to him whisper: ..... Who are you?"

So the Taoist reached out and put his hand around his shoulder, and said seriously and gently: "Your senior brother, your lifelong friend and classmate..."

"Husband"

His voice was gentle and pleasant, like the dawn of a spring breeze. Who knows, in fact, the so-called dreamwatcher is only him from beginning to end.

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