"Ah Rong".

The clouds are flying in the sky, the dense green grass beneath you, and the sound of the valley spring is crisp and pleasant.

Sang Xia lay on his back and looked at the clear blue sky, and the burning sensation of his body seemed familiar. But there is no longer pain, but a gentle warmth. She propped herself up, and her voice rang out.

She seemed to remember the voice.

"June?" she looked around, still the smooth boulder, and still sat the little girl with her long hair scattered.

The girl jumped down from the stone and tiptoed to her like a rabbit and said, "A, A, A..."

Grabbed by the girl's arm and dangling constantly, Sang Xia looked at the little girl like a repeater with a smile, "June, why are you in my dreams? Who are you?"

"Ahh ”

Sang Xia has seen similar salutes in some dramas, not exactly the same, but it should be similar.

She looked at the girl who was still kneeling and worshipping a little blankly, quickly helped the girl up, and said funny, "So, you are an ancient person?"

"Ancient people?" the girl blinked her crystal clear eyes and said very seriously, "I am not an ancient person, June is a Baiyue person, and Ah Rong is also a Baiyue person." ”

Ahh

"Ah Rong is the pride of our people. The little girl looked at her with adoration and confidence, which made Sanxia feel a little uncomfortable.

Why does the strange name "June of the North Hell...", sound familiar?

Sang Xia sat on the grass and looked sideways at the mountains and forests in the distance, trying to think about where she had heard it.

"No, no, it's not Beiming, it's Beimi. After kneeling and bowing solemnly, the girl began to get infinitely close to Sanxia's body, and after saying this, she simply lay on her back on Sanxia's lap.

And the strange thing is that Sang Xia didn't feel any different, there was no trace of unfamiliar discomfort, but she just naturally stroked the girl's messy hair.

"Beimi? Ahh

Brown-shirted man?!yes, it's him.

Kita Yayoi, his name is Kita Yayoi. At first, I thought it was Japanese, but hey, so to speak...

Sanxia frowned and looked down at the girl's face carefully. After a moment, she shook her head and muttered to herself, "You don't look like it at all?"

"What doesn't look like, doesn't look like anything?" asked the girl, who liked to pull her hair, lying motionless and mischievously.

"Do you know an uncle named Kitayayoi?"

Before she could finish speaking, the girl stood up from her lap and looked straight at Sangxia, her eyes piled up with crystals, and large tears slid down her small round face.

"Ah Rong, do you remember?"

"What do you remember?" Sang Xia was confused, "Your name is Bei Yayoi June, and I know a person named Bei Yayoi, so, I wonder if you are you, are you relatives?"

Sang Xia just thought that such a strange surname was rare, so there should be some kind of origin. But this girl's appearance and that Kita Yayoi don't seem to be next to each other at all.

But after thinking about it, Sang Xia felt that his brain seemed to be too big. One is the person in his dreams, and the other is in reality.

"Looks like you still haven't remembered, okay. The girl sat up and introduced in an old-fashioned manner, "June is my name, the north is passed down from generation to generation, and Mi is the clan position." Beimi is not a surname, and we Baiyue people are not Qin people, not Chu people, and we don't have a surname. ”

Baiyue people?Sangxia only felt a little familiar, but he didn't find the relevant information in his mind.

However, Qin Ren, she knows.

A thought crossed his mind, and his heart tingled, and Sang Xia felt an indescribable sadness. At the same time, a deep sense of sadness and guilt fell on my heart like a rain of ice.

Don't?...

The girl heard her heart, "Don't be sad, A-Rong, don't be sad. ”

Sadness arose and spread from her soul and quickly enveloped her.

Sang Xia couldn't control herself, and tears kept dripping from her eyes like a broken thread.

The girl stretched out a pair of small hands to wipe the tears from her face, but it was useless, the shocking sadness had firmly grasped her whole person, and it seemed that there was only one way to vent her life.

"Don't cry, don't cry. June doesn't cry anymore, and Ah Rong doesn't cry either. ”

Sang Xia knew that the conjecture in her heart was right, and the little girl who appeared in her dream was just a ghost.

She was long dead.

Sanxia's heart ached, just like when her mother left her. She didn't know who June was, why she had a sense of sadness about losing the love of her heart.

"He's here again, it's annoying. Ah Rong, sleep, sleep. I'm waiting for you to come and see me in June..."

When the sound died down, the lights in the house came on.

"Sangxia, Sangxia, wake up, Sangxia..."

She unconsciously tugged at the quilt and covered her heart.

Her heart hurts! What's wrong with me? She struggled to open her eyes in a daze, at the junction of dream and reality, after stepping over a white light that burned enough to pierce all the night.

"Fusu..."

She sat up and slipped into his arms, and he gently hugged her and patted her back. There was no air conditioning in the house, and the quilt was just the right thickness, but Sanxia's pajamas were wet with sweat.

"My, heart... It hurts..."

In the middle of the night, everyone slept soundly in their dreams. Only Fusu was awakened by the sound of crying in his sleep, and he didn't need to listen to him to tell that it was Sanxia's voice.

"It's okay, don't be afraid, I'm here, don't be afraid..."

Fusu looked at the tears on her face and felt a tug in her heart. If a car accident like that happens at night, anyone will have nightmares.

In fact, it wasn't just Sanxia's cry that woke Fusu up. At a certain moment, Fusu sensed a trace of unusual spiritual power.

Although it disappeared in an instant, he knew that his sense could not be wrong, and there must be some force affecting Sanxia's dream.

After drinking half a glass of water, Sang Xia gradually calmed down, Fusu leaned her against the head of the bed and asked softly, "What did you dream about?"

"I" Sanxia blinked and thought about it, and suddenly found that his brain was blank. She shook her head, "I don't know, it's just that it's suddenly sad." ”

Patting her on the head, Fusu asked softly, "Is there anything uncomfortable?"

"No, except here. Sang Xia covered his heart and nestled quietly in Fusu's arms.

"It's okay, don't be afraid. I'm here to accompany you—" Before he could finish speaking, there was the sound of slippers scraping against the floor outside the door.

"What's wrong? Night..."The owner of the slippers scratched his head and stood at the door 'embarrassed', smiling dryly, "Uh, that, I'm really sorry, didn't I come at the wrong time..."

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