Out of the "Gourd Pavilion", Mei Xiaohan suddenly felt a little dazed. I don't even know where to go next.

Just like the pace of history, it is never smooth sailing. The mood of people is the same, sometimes when he sees the scene, the moment he sees the dream, he has an indescribable feeling.

A somewhat silly girl, a simple girl, a girl who is both classical and individual.

In the cold wind, Mei Xiaohan walked alone on the street, and the buildings in front of her floated in front of her, passing like a picture.

There are no longer things in the past, there are no more memories of the past, time passes persistently, just like history, never with any emotional color, every word of the record is a singing and crying story, and the person who recorded this story may no longer be there.

However, the sound of the wind is always echoing.

Everyone is strong to survive, interpret, and struggle in this world, and all these vivid lives eventually become one word after another.

"Sleeping in the long years..."

The wind was whistling and blowing, making Mei Xiaohan feel a little cold, at this moment... I can't tell if it's messy or lonely.

A two-story attic suddenly appeared in front of his eyes, déjà vu, as if they were old friends for many years.

I've wandered countless times, and I don't know why? There was never the urge to climb aboard. Or fate is not fate, or fate in the dark, even if it spans thousands of years, you have such a familiar scene.

Mei Xiaohan suddenly felt a little trance, I don't know if it was in a dream or in reality. If it's in a dream, it's too weird. If it is in reality, this trip is too bizarre.

I can't remember where I've seen this attic, but it looks very familiar.

There seemed to be a sullen breath in his chest, and he wanted to vomit, looking at the familiar attic in front of him. This time, I finally had the urge to go up and take a look.

People always have an inexplicable curiosity, and when this curiosity is enough to impress him, he will not hesitate to give everything for this "mystery", in order to get the answer he wants...

Step by step, I climbed this attic, swaying at will in the cold wind, and it became more and more dreamlike.

The wind whistled, and the bells hanging in the corners of the attic swayed and tinkled and tinkled.

It's like the sound of a conjuring spirit, which makes people feel very bleak.

The fallen leaves are flying, and the cold winter is more majestic.

Ascending to the attic on the second floor, Feng Mi was blindfolded, and suddenly some couldn't open it.

Standing on the observation deck of the second-floor attic, looking around, it was foggy and I couldn't see anything clearly. It's like being in the attic of a fairyland.

"What is this place?"

"It's so cold!"

So, Mei Xiaohan turned to look at the ancient attic wooden door in a daze, and had a feeling of being stunned. His hand touched the mottled wooden door, and it creaked open.

A puff of smoke quickly attacked him, but it dispersed before his eyes.

Sunlight shines through the openwork doors and windows, and the fog gradually dissipates, but there is no end in sight to the attic.

With every step forward, every scene emerges in front of me, just hanging in the air, unpredictable.

The scenes are suspended, I don't know whether they are real or illusory, but they are vivid. I took it with my hand, but it was all gone.

It's like a scene of life, how many sad songs and joys are drowned in the years. Rolling red dust, it is difficult to find the glory and joy of the past.

Every scene is history... Every scene is difficult to describe in words, it seems to have been seen, but it is unfamiliar.

It seems that it has witnessed countless pieces of history, countless stories, and the arrangement of God in the dark to come here. And this section of the road has gone through thousands of years of ups and downs.

While he was wandering, an old man with a fairy wind bone suddenly appeared.

"You... Be... Gourd immortals? ”

"Not bad! It's me! ”

"Where don't we meet in life, we meet again!"

"Why are you again?"

"What is this place?"

"Wonderland Loft!"

Mei Xiaohan said, "How did I come here?" ”

The gourd immortal said: "This also has to ask yourself, how did you come here!" ”

Mei Xiaohan didn't know why she came here, and she arrived here unconsciously. Maybe this is life, there will always be many accidents and incredible.

For this magical and unfathomable gourd immortal, Mei Xiaohan still doesn't understand what his intentions or intentions are.

Mei Xiaohan seems to have been following this path that has been calculated a long time ago, and this person is the gourd immortal, a strange half-human and half-immortal.

Life is boring, and what interesting spices are there for ideals. If there is no novelty, life is really meaningless. Going back and forth on history, treating history as a drama.

The actors and directors are not in place yet! Everything just now is just an audition, and the show hasn't started yet.

The real way of survival, the joys and sorrows of life, is the most real life. Some people are lonely, some people are lonely, some people are troubled, some people are sad.

It's a play, it's about to begin, and it's played out in a completely different way than the stories you've heard before.

Without the courage to disrupt, you cannot reach the heights of innovation. Only when you are lonely enough can you appreciate the beauty of joy.

Behind every picture is a story, and behind every story is a history that cannot be told in words.

"I don't understand!"

Mei Xiaohan said a word, a sentence that he had never said before.

"I don't understand at all!"

Mei Xiaohan's life, although it was not satisfactory, was originally peaceful, but now it was dragged into the rolling red dust, and it was inevitable that there would be some discomfort.

"You're not fooling around, are you?"

"It's not fun at all."

Life is a game for some people. And the person who sets the rules of the game is always unfathomable.

After a few more steps, another picture scroll passed in front of me.

"Time Pavilion!"

Every step is a piece of history. Every step of the way, it is very mysterious.

"Who are the so-called actors and directors in your mouth?"

The gourd immortal retreated a few steps and said, "This is a heavenly opportunity!" Don't divulge! ”

"Whether you are an immortal or a ghost today, I have to ask clearly!"

Hulu Immortal: "Life has always been like this, how do you know what is true and what is false?" And how to say what is true and what is false? ”

"Phew!"

"Mouth full of nonsense! It's not serious! ”

Hulu Immortal: "The world speaks, but there are a lot of serious people, but it's a pity that there are many yin and yang!" ”

"That's true!"

"Old man! Tell me, what is this place? ”

"What exactly is Time Pavilion?"

The gourd immortal said: "Mei Gongzi is not so angry, and listen to me slowly!" ”

"What tricks are you going to play on me? If you have something to say, say it quickly, don't do anything more! ”

Mei Xiaohan's restlessness and uneasiness were completely ignited, and she wanted to vent.

"Great Song Dream! Gourd Immortals.

"Da Song Meng?"

"What is the Great Song Dream?"

The gourd immortal took a few steps back, and Mei Xiaohan took a few steps forward.

The picture scrolls in front of him floated by one by one, and history flashed quickly in front of Mei Xiaohan's eyes.

He wanted to go further but couldn't move, as if an invisible force was blocking him, making him unable to move forward.

The gourd immortal stood to his right, but it seemed to be separated by a heavenly river. It's a short distance, but it's unattainable.

It's not distance, it's time and space.

It's a very heartbreaking distance, it's close, but there's nothing it can do.

At this moment, he suddenly remembered his home... Eyes suddenly moistened.

"I want to... I want to go home! ”

I don't know if I am asking myself, or confiding in the bitterness in my heart to the gourd immortals.

If you hadn't picked up that gourd at the beginning, if nothing had happened at the beginning, if you were still the confused student at the beginning.

The teenager doesn't know the taste of sorrow, and the teenage years have gradually faded away, leaving behind scarred and vague memories.

"Have you ever had a dream?" The gourd immortal asked like a teacher.

"My dreams are gone!" Mei Xiaohan was a little angry, a little indignant, and a little uneasy.

A strong person sometimes has an uneasy heart, because the fear and confusion of the unknown is not because he can't do something well, but because he is afraid to face something.

Behind the strong hearts of the world are countless years of pain and struggle. Every day and night, every piece of the past. Either it has been dusted by history, or it has been mottled.

After a lot of experience, sometimes I feel very bored, working day after day, and the interest in life is gone.

Every step under your feet is a piece of history, spanning thousands of years.

"You've got demons!" The gourd immortal said bluntly.

"Are you setting up a trick to harm me?"

The gourd immortal said: "Why did Mei Gongzi say this? ”

"Don't frame people casually without evidence!"

There is a price to be paid for everything, and if you choose one thing, you will lose one thing.

"Everything is a choice made by Mei Gongzi himself, how can this immortal be blamed?"

Mei Xiaohan wanted to play tricks, but she didn't do that for the sake of saving face, she said, "What are the directors and actors you are talking about?" ”

The gourd immortal said hehehe: "Mei Gongzi? That's what's wrong with you. ”

"It's not like you to ask people questions!"

"Your virtue can never be changed, it's still like that..."