Tonight, the moon is extraordinarily bright, lying quietly in the night, lining the moon more and more bright, and the silver light is spread obliquely on the earth like a light veil. The stars are dotted, when a few clouds cover the moon, the moonlight is like a hazy hand covering people's eyes, and everything in the world is dyed with a little hazy.

In front of the door, in the backlight, a tall and slender figure, carrying a small thin figure on his back, walked forward slowly......

By the door, Shen Jing gently pushed open the door, slowed down his pace, slowly walked to the bed, and gently put He Yan down. He helped her take off her shoes, put on a pillow and cover the quilt, and then propped up half of her head, and lay on the bed with his eyes fixed on her delicate face.

She has a fair face, slender eyebrows, a small nose, and a thin mouth. The whole person looks bright in the candlelight, and people can't help but want to get closer.

Shen Jing looked at it, and didn't feel sleepiness welling up in his heart, and after a while, he curled up with his hands, rested his head on his arm, and fell asleep facing her, gradually, breathing steadily and rhythmically.

It was late at night, and the two of them lay side by side on the bed, all around which seemed quiet and beautiful, except for the burning sound of candles, which lit up the room.

Maybe it's in the dead of night that the mind becomes clearer. In his sleep, Shen Jing suddenly smelled a familiar smell, which seemed to be like a woman's body fragrance, good and charming, he couldn't help but get close to the source of the fragrance, sniffed with his nose, a smile on the corner of his lips, and then slowly fell into a deep sleep......

He Yan, who was asleep, noticed that a warmth was getting closer and closer to her, and couldn't help but stick to herself, turned over, held her body sideways, and her little hands had long been accustomed to looking for something to grasp, and she rubbed Shen Jing's hand, and a warmth came from the palm of her hand to the bottom of her heart, and the whole person was warm, and then found a comfortable angle and fell asleep with satisfaction.

In his sleep, Shen Jing smelled a fragrance, wanted to pursue the fragrance, walked forward step by step, and finally even ran up. In front of him was a thatched house, he knocked on the door gently, no one responded, and there was a voice of "Shen Hao~" in his ears, this was not him, but it seemed to be him again, and someone seemed to be shouting to himself.

He pushed open the door, and saw only a few scattered needles and threads on the table, and a gust of wind blew, and the screen moved, and the wind sneaked into the room and blew away the paper on the desk.

He couldn't help but walk over, lowered his body and picked up the paper, the paper was a little yellowish, and the font couldn't be seen clearly, only the pattern in the lower right corner was a flower, and nothing else.

He raised his eyes and looked around, couldn't help but raise his feet and walked to a door, gently pushed it open, a familiar smell came to his face, and he wanted to go in and take a look. Suddenly, a door appeared in front of him, he pushed it open, and another door appeared, like the wall at the bottom of people's hearts, that is, the wall of hearts.

It will never open to the outside world until you open your heart, and it will be difficult for you to enter its heart, not even to mention that your heart is just to occupy it.

He gave up and went on, and as soon as he turned, the door slowly grew smaller, at an extremely slow pace, difficult to see with the naked eye, but one day it would be discovered.

He turned, and before he could take a step, the room around him suddenly collapsed little by little, and at last it was as if it had never appeared.

As the saying goes, the swallow has left a voice, and the person has left a name. There is nothing left in this house, and people can't help but feel whether this is real or fake.

Looking around, he found himself in a mountain forest, carefully looking at the surroundings, a verdant and verdant, with a mountain road at his feet, and no end in sight, he always felt as if he had done these things.

At some point, a group of people surrounded him, and the one who took the lead knelt down first, not to mention the others, also knelt down with a bang. He shouted, but it was only a reaction that was forced by his memory, and it didn't go through his brain.

Suddenly, a bunch of black-clothed people came over, and the people around him immediately killed him, only to hear the leader shouting at him: "Master, you go first!" We're broken! Then, he turned to the others and said, "Swear to protect your master!" ”

At this moment, his mind told him to go forward, but his subconscious told him not to go any further. He froze in place as an attack came at him, and he unconsciously stepped back, dodging it.

But the man in black moved forward with a sword, turned around neatly, sealed his throat with a sword, and the blood flowed down the person's neck, and then stained the person's clothes red, dripping down the sword and falling to the ground little by little.

There were sounds of fighting everywhere, the smell of blood wafting with the wind, blood splattering everywhere, and the sound of swords being pulled out after piercing the skin......

Tick, tick, tick, after a while, the blood seemed to have a blood groove, Shen Jing's eyes were full of tears, and there were fewer and fewer people in his own right.

It turned out that the attack was not coming at him, and his actions seemed redundant and stupid! He gradually realized that the man in black would not attack him, he felt that it was a dream, that he was just a dream, but it was so real.

He saw his own people fall one by one, as if something had grabbed his heart, and clung so tightly that it almost suffocated him, which was almost more painful than death!

Even if it wasn't true, he wanted to end this absurd dream, but it was as if it had happened!

No, he didn't believe it, it was just a dream!

His dark eyes shrank, and he took the sword beside him that had long been discarded. The fighting around him continued, and his heart sank little by little.

He raised his sword, pointed it at his neck, waved his hand and wiped it hard, and the blood flowed down, but he found that it didn't hurt at all! At this moment, it is incomparably clear, it is a dream!

The corners of his mouth finally hooked up a smile, but his face was already wet with tears, his hand hung down weakly, and the sword fell to the ground with a mournful sound, and the sound spread throughout the mountain forest, with a burst of malaise.

The next moment, he appeared on the edge of a cliff. A bunch of their own people formed a circle, protecting themselves in the middle, trying their best to resist the attack of a group of masked men.

It's a pity that they are outnumbered, and they have no way out after all. One by one, the figures fell in front of him, and one by one they exchanged protection in front of his eyes, but it was useless, and in the end, everyone was finally killed......

If I were alive, I would avenge you!

He turned and walked towards the edge of the cliff, a self-deprecating smile on his lips, and resolutely jumped down. A gust of wind blew, and his consciousness gradually became clear, the source of all evil had already been found, but the hatred seemed to never be quelled. The sea of blood is deeply hateful, and the hatred is deep to the bone.

He seemed to be frozen on the way down, dazed, and a gust of wind mixed with sand drifted through before he slowly woke up... He wanted to enjoy the free landing, he wanted to enjoy the wind hitting him, but he didn't feel it.

The candles in the room had long since burned out, and it was dark everywhere. He woke up from a dream, sweating profusely, straightened up, breathed rapidly, raised his hand to wipe the sweat from his forehead, and breathed heavily. The constricted brow gradually relaxed, and the pupils could not focus at the moment.

Is it Zhuang Zhou's dream butterfly or Butterfly's dream Zhuang Zhou?

And for now, is it true or false? Is it a dream of a person, or is it a dream of a person in a dream?

He raised his hand weakly, and with all his strength, pinched himself hard, and the pain was so clear that it was not a hallucination......

He breathed a sigh of relief, his eyes brightened brighter, but there was a clear flash of killing, his hands clenched tightly, making a gurgling sound, and the emotions in his heart gradually rolled.

I won't forget my promise!

Shen Jing's mood gradually calmed down, but the temperature of his body did not drop, as if his hot blood was boiling forever, only more intense and not less than a point.

At this time, Shen Jing was full of only thoughts about going outside to blow the wind. Thinking so, he did just that.

It was pitch black in the house, and he didn't care. I got out of bed, put on my shoes, and walked slowly to the door. He still remembered the dream within the dream, the strange door.

He held his breath, concentrated, cautiously reached out and touched the door, there was a sense of stability in his heart, and slowly opened the door, and finally he saw and felt the wind blowing in his face, and saw the yearning moonlight, all this is true!

Outside, there was not a single cloud in the sky, a few stars were scattered scattered, and a silver moon swayed its own light. The moonlight shines through the trees, and the ground is mottled.

In the silent night, I can only feel the wind blowing from my side, occasionally hear the sound of leaves swaying, and see the wind driving the leaves to move, and the leaves are rolled one by one, like a big collective, and he is only one person.

The moon was so bright, and the mood seemed to be better. When he sees the moon, he will show a natural and happy smile, without any pressure, the whole person is unusually comfortable, and his thoughts are gradually empty, drifting away with the wind......

The child pointed to the sky and asked curiously, "Mother, why are there stars?" ”

The woman lowered her body and gently pressed her hand on the child's shoulder, "Ah Jing, are you just a star symbolizing something?" ”

"I don't know!"

"Stars, they are the last place for everyone in this world!"

The child didn't seem to understand, but nodded.

After thinking about it, the woman said, "Ah Jing, if one day you can't find your mother, you just look up at the sky, your mother must be the brightest star!" ”

The child's mood became abnormal, and he hugged the woman in front of him excitedly, "Why can't I find my mother?" Don't you want me? ”

The woman gently patted the child's back, and her eyes were sad, "Silly child, one day, my mother will leave you!" ”

When the child saw the woman's tears, she forced a smile and said, "Got it? ”

"Got it!" The child nodded stupidly, and his eyes swept to the brightness, and his eyes lit up.

He said his thoughts in one fell swoop, "Mother, the brightest thing should be the moon!" Mother, you are the moon, not the stars! Motherhood is unique! ”

"Okay, Ah Jing said that I am the moon, I am the moon!"

The child just nodded desperately, his eyes kept staring at the moon, and the child's curiosity is like this, and he will not hide what he likes when he sees it.

"Ah Jing, you remember that your mother is always by your side!"

"Is it like the moon, I can see the moon all the time?"

"The sun rises in the east and sets in the west, but the moon is still there!"

Everything that followed, it seemed that he couldn't remember clearly, he only felt that his mother was like the moon, bright and not good, and she was the person he loved the most.

The breeze brought a little coolness, and he gradually came back to his senses, and finally returned to his room. Shredded moonlight, sneaking into the room.

On the bed, a man was sleeping peacefully. Listening to He Yan's breathing, his heart was finally calm, and he was already tired.

Gradually, there was no other sound, only the sound of their breathing, a good night's sleep, and nothing changed.