"Tut-tut, it's so lively!"

An Lin looked at the crowded venue and couldn't help but admire.

300,000 people gathered here, holding in their hands a light that could change colors, and it seemed to be something like a glow stick, but the colors were purer and softer.

"Hehe, I don't know how many clothes Sister Dongfang will change tonight, Wang!" Da Bai turned into a mini form, and followed An Lin in a hurry.

In order not to be too eye-catching, Nezha removed Hot Wheels, wearing a white shirt, light blue denim feather pants, clean and refreshing, like a shawl shaking scarf, bright color, the overall look is quite distinctive, the dress and good looks make the little girls nearby frequently look sideways.

But these little girls, I'm afraid they wouldn't have thought that such a handsome big brother would be the mythical Nezha.

An Lin went all the way to the innermost infield of the concert, all the people who can appear here are big shots, and the most infield is not where you can buy tickets with money, there are some political and business bigwigs and international superstars, of course, there are also some people that An Lin is very familiar with.

"Hey, Mr. Anlin, here!!" A fat man with a bulging belly waved vigorously.

"Savior." An Lin also smiled in a friendly way.

"Wow, he's the God of War Anlin? So handsome! A few fairies whispered.

A woman wearing a blue and white Lolita costume, a shawl with golden curly hair, a very three-dimensional appearance, and a golden mark on her forehead, took the initiative to step forward, stretched out her white and slender little hand, took the initiative to shake hands with An Lin, and said with a light smile: "An Lin Immortal, hello, I am a light bullet fairy!" ”

An Lin suddenly realized: "It turned out to be you, hello, hello." ”

The light bullet fairy is a big parallel commodity in the group of monks, but I didn't expect it to be a foreign girl.

"Hello, hello......" The light bullet fairy was also polite, obviously she had already stretched out her right hand to shake hands with An Lin, but her left hand began to stretch out dishonestly, touching the back of An Lin's hand, caressing the back of his hand, and a touch of blush appeared on his face.

An Lin: "??? ”

Lao Tzu, has this been rubbed with oil?

An Lin hurriedly let go of the light bullet fairy's soft little hand, the light bullet girl didn't care, and continued to smile and grin with An Lin, her beautiful sapphire-like eyes flashing with bright color.

An Lin remembered that the goods were to poke the celestial chrysanthemum with a stick spirit weapon, and then felt that the spirit weapon had a taste, and wanted to transfer the strange thing of the spirit weapon. When I saw it today, she was really a nervous girl.

The elegant Qinghe Sword Immortal and the veteran dressed as a hundred shots and a hundred hits also stepped forward and greeted An Lin and Nezha warmly.

An Lin quickly mingled with them.

He listened to his friends talk about the changes in the mortal world for a hundred years, and listened to all kinds of interesting things that happened, which he felt very interesting and intimate.

Not long after, the lights of the concert suddenly dimmed.

The Starland was suddenly plunged into darkness.

"Cher! Cher! Cher......"

300,000 people, while shouting a name.

That kind of huge momentum, even An Lin was slightly moved.

Under the moon.

A beautiful woman in a white dress fell from the air with an ink oil paper umbrella.

It's like a fairy who falls into the world accompanied by starlight and moonlight.

The melodious and beautiful singing voice suddenly sounded like this, and with a clear and tactful voice, the audience on the field was substituted into a strange world.

As soon as it opened, it was magnified, and even An Lin was amazed.

After singing, the audience on the field still did not come back to their senses, and was silent for more than ten seconds before thunderous applause and cheers broke out on the field.

Dongfang Xue greeted the enthusiastic audience, and suddenly said: "Today, Xue'er is very happy, there is a friend who has been separated for a long time, and suddenly comes back." I just had a special song ready for him. ”

As soon as these words came out, the audience suddenly became excited again.

"New song, Cher finally has a new song!"

"Super looking forward to it!!"

"I don't know who that friend of hers is."

"Woooooooooo......oo I'm jealous! ”

"Cher! Cher! Cher......"

Because of Dongfang Xue's words on the field, it suddenly boiled.

Dongfang Xue's gaze fell on a man in the infield, as if she had passed through a period of time, smiled quietly, and said softly: "This song of mine is called "Passing Dream""

Suddenly, the lights dimmed again.

The scene, which was noisy before, was also quiet.

The audience is still very qualified.

A devastated battlefield appeared on the stage.

An Lin saw that the heaven and earth in front of him had changed color, the blood-colored red sun was on the ground line, the earth was covered with a bleak glow, and a sad melody sounded.

Dongfang Xue was a student who survived the battlefield, and her teachers, her classmates, and her family all died in that war. With flowers in her hand, she sang on a battlefield full of blood and death.

The singing was first high, then peaceful, as if it was about to fall asleep.

Jingle bells, jingle bells......

It's like the sound of wind blowing wind chimes.

Then it gradually became a bell for the end of class.

Dongfang Xue woke up in a dream and found that everything was a nightmare.

The singing began to grow lighter.

But the good times didn't last long, after a period of peace and happiness.

For some reason, she reappeared on the battlefield.

ァ新ヤ~(8)~1~Chinese 網ωωω.χ~8.~1zщ.còм

An Lin listened to the singing and watched the scenes change, which was very interesting.

He understood the song.

A very poor girl.

One day, she found that her dreams became clearer and clearer, and no matter what she did in her dreams, she woke up with a deep impression as if she had really done it.

But in contrast, her reality is becoming more and more blurred.

When I wake up the next day, I often forget what I did yesterday.

Dreams and reality seem to be undergoing a wonderful change.

Reality is slowly moving away from her, even if everything is true, even if everything feels real, but it will become very confused afterwards.

Dreams were approaching her, and even though she knew it was fake, it was becoming more and more real, and the senses of sight, hearing, touch, smell, and taste were all real and clear......

She struggled between reality and dreams, and gradually, she forgot which one was a dream and which one was reality......

The end of the song.

Dongfang Xue stood on a ruin, singing a song of sadness and remembrance.

"I had a dream in which there was no war, the food cooked by my mother was delicious, and the smiles of my classmates and friends were right in front of me. What a beautiful dream, I really don't want to forget, I really don't want to forget......"

But this dream finally faded from her memory.

However, the irony is that what she thinks is a beautiful dream is actually reality.

The world she lives in is actually her dream.

Lost dreams.

What has passed away is actually her reality.