The mental pressure made Mei Xiaohan upset and drank a lot of alcohol all day long. The investigation of Mei Xiaohan, who has the same name and surname as herself, has not had any clues.

Although the degree of wine made by the ancients is not very high, it cannot withstand such sea drinking.

With six bowls of wine in her stomach, Mei Xiaohan was drunk, and now she was a little fluttery.

In a trance, Mei Xiaohan heard a flute music, which was like a sound from outside the sky.

The sound of the flute was free and melancholy, Mei Xiaohan patted his head, feeling chaotic, he wanted to sober himself up.

The wind was blowing, and intuitively, Mei Xiaohan sensed that this was a desolate wilderness.

"What is this place?" Mei Xiaohan muttered to herself.

Blown by the wind and sand, Mei Xiaohan felt a little cool.

One step down, there is a deep footprint, and the sand is buried to the ankle.

It's a desert, and there's no stretch of desert in sight.

Under the moonlit night, there was a deathly silence all around, and only the howling wind and sand made people's hearts unusually uncomfortable.

Suddenly there was a big red horse in front of him, with the jingling of bells around the horse's neck and legs.

Curiosity drove Mei Xiaohan to speed up her pace, wanting to see what was going on.

"Coax..."

A deep and penetrating extraterrestrial sound echoed in the wilderness, setting off bursts of echoes, like the sound of Buddha.

The red horse didn't know whether it was frightened or heard the call, and ran in the direction of Mei Xiaohan from afar, under the moonlight, like an elegant shadow.

It's just that where did the flute sound come from, Mei Xiaohan was puzzled.

When he was about to reach Mei Xiaohan, the jujube red horse stopped with a snort.

At this moment, the wine had turned into sweat and flowed down her thighs and arms, and Mei Xiaohan was sober for the most part.

The jujube red horse knelt on the ground, as if suggesting that Mei Xiaohan get on the horse, and seeing Mei Xiaohan's refusal to get on the horse, the jujube red horse screamed again.

Mei Xiaohan stepped on the jujube red horse half drunk and half dreaming, and with an unintentional kick of her legs, the jujube red horse accelerated and galloped away.

After traveling dozens of miles, the red horse slowed down.

A building similar to a Taoist temple appeared in front of her, and Mei Xiaohan vaguely saw that the wooden plaque of the Taoist temple had the word "Dream World" written on it.

After getting off the horse, Mei Xiaohan no longer cared about the red horse and entered the view alone.

Pushed open the wooden door, squeak... A bright light in the view pierced Mei Xiaohan, who couldn't open her eyes.

An old man was lonely sweeping the ground, sand... Sand... Sand.

"Master, what kind of place is this?"

"I've been waiting for you here for a long time, and you're finally here."

"This is the dream world, didn't you love to come here when you were a child?"

After hearing this, Mei Xiaohan had goosebumps all over her body. I don't know why this old man said something like this in his life.

The old man turned around slowly, but there was no expression on his face.

"Han'er..."

The corners of the old man's mouth did not move at all, but a voice came from his belly.

Mei Xiaohan was a little teary-eyed for a while, and staggered forward, but the old man disappeared like a black shadow.

I rubbed my eyes, trying to take a closer look, but I didn't see any shadow anymore.

Courageous, I continued to walk forward and saw a bamboo forest. The bamboo was purple in color, and the roots were as thick as the mouth of a bowl.

There was a raised hillock under the bamboo, Mei Xiaohan stepped forward, brushed off the weeds on it, and found that it was a tomb, so she was frightened and took several steps back.

"Damn! Hell yes! ”

Gritting her teeth, Mei Xiaohan brushed off the dust on the tombstone and carefully identified it. I saw that the tombstone was written on the "Tomb of Mei Xiaohan in the Dream World".

Mei Xiaohan's eyes suddenly turned red, and a mouthful of blood spurted out, and the blood splattered on the tombstone.

Although it is not surprising that there are people with the same name and surname, it is the same in ancient times and today. But seeing the tombstone of the person with the same name and surname as oneself is enough to make a person mentally deranged, or even have a mental breakdown.

Withstanding the heart that was about to collapse, Mei Xiaohan looked at the year of birth and death.

Under the dim moonlight, a row of small characters on it read, "Born in the first year of the Great Song Dynasty and died in the second year of the Great Song Dynasty." ”

In the second year of Tiansheng, this happened to be the time when Mei Xiaohan came to the Great Song Dynasty inexplicably.

"Could it be that this person is the owner of the dog's mouth?"

Mei Xiaohan gasped, her heart was extremely messy at the moment.

If he really traveled over, then where did the real Mei Xiaohan go in this time and space? If he is really dead and has a tombstone, then why doesn't the dog suspect that he is not the original Mei Xiaohan? It's incredible!

Mei Xiaohan got up from the ground, patted the dust on her body, and wanted to go back.

turned to the place where he came, but he didn't see the red horse, so he searched around, and after looking around, he still couldn't see the shadow of the red horse.

Mei Xiaohan shook her head in confusion, turned around and was about to leave, but saw a young man standing in front of her, and after a closer look, this young man was quite similar to herself.

Before Mei Xiaohan could speak, the young man opened his mouth first and said, "You don't have to be afraid of me, presumably you won't be afraid of yourself, right?" ”

The young man's questioning was inconsistent, which made Demei Xiaohan stunned.

"Everyone in the world is afraid of ghosts, in fact, people are the most terrible, a person has a picture of demons and ghosts in his heart, this is more terrible than anything else, are you right?"

"People who haven't done anything bad will not be afraid of ghosts."

The young man was holding a flute in his hand, which was the kind of purple bamboo that Mei Xiaohan saw in the bamboo forest.

"But why should I believe what you say? Are you a human or a ghost? ”

Mei Xiaohan was still looking around for the maroon horse, and he wanted to get out of here as soon as possible.

The rain fell without warning, dripping, making Mei Xiaohan feel a little chilly, and Mei Xiaohan curled up tightly.

"This weather... Why did it suddenly get so cold! ”

"Where did that maroon horse go, he was still here just now, why can't I find him now?"

"How do you get something back?"

"Do you really think so?"

Mei Xiaohan curled her head, wanting to bury her head in her clothes, and pulled her clothes vigorously and said, "I don't understand what you said, I don't understand a word." ”

Under the moonlight, the boy shook his head and looked into the distance.

"The distance is far away, when you don't know what is far away, do you dare to give up everything and move forward for the so-called dream?"

The young man's question made Mei Xiaohan not know how to answer.

Mei Xiaohan said: "Are you sure that a life as tragic as mine is really the same as a play?"

I don't know if I'm asking the boy or myself.

I don't know when the rain turned into snow.

At first, there were only stars, but even the size of goose feathers fell from the sky to the earth, and it didn't take long to cover the whole world.

And the young man in front of him became more and more confused in the rain, and was blown away like a rain of smoke...