Among the four seasons of the year, Song Xiaocheng's favorite season is summer, because since he had summer vacation when he was a child, summer has left him with the most memories, and the most hated season is also summer, because summer is too hot, smelly, and too difficult.

After the age of seventeen, Song Xiaocheng never let go of the summer vacation, but his favorite season is still summer: the first time he worked was in the summer, the first time he didn't have to work was in the summer, the first time he met Lin Yu was in the summer, the first time he tasted Lin Yu was in the summer, the popsicles, the toilet water, the shower gel, the cicadas chirped, and the air conditioner that was turned off too cold and too hot, which could shine the cement floor into the dazzling sunlight...... No wonder some people want to drag on this endless August forever, Song Xiaocheng also wants to spend 15,500 times in a row in the summer without spring, autumn and winter, but he is just an ordinary person after all. Even if his birthday is in early summer, he has never been able to really keep summer.

So, he died in the summer. He was twenty-six years old.

Man is born to die, either early or late. Song Xiaocheng is not a greedy person, in his mind, the way to solve the problem of old-age care in the future is to try not to live so old. But even if he is free and easy, he can't accept this kind of confused death. But life and death have never cared about anyone's feelings, if there is anything other than the sky that has never spared anyone, it must be life and death. No one can hold it back when it is time to live, and no one dares to stay when it is time to die.

So whether he wants it or not, Song Xiaocheng died after all. He watched as the ghost soldiers who had lost their self-consciousness carried their bodies away, and he wanted to shout for those people to stop, but he couldn't make a sound, as if he was now only a mass of empty energy, unable to move, unable to shout. As his body was carried farther and farther away, he couldn't even see, and only darkness remained.

But at least, he could feel the wind around him. It was his favorite summer evening breeze, gently dragging him and rolling him higher and higher. Flew over the treetops of the unworthy French plane tree, flew over the cement eaves of more than 20 floors, and flew high in the sky overlooking the red brick walls that block the Hetai District and the Dujiang New Area...... Finally, it flew over the galaxy, flew through the void, and flew over I don't know how far and far.

"How long is it before I give birth?" asked an old man's voice.

"Pinch the day, it's next week. The young man's voice replied.

There was a dazzling light, and Song Xiaocheng could see it again. He was like a cloud of smoke, slowly wafting out of a smoke pot. Floating on the ground, slowly standing still, looking at the warm morning light in front of him, and the old and the young under the grape trellis.

The old man sat in a rocking chair, but he didn't move. There was silence for a long time before banging on the stakes of the grape trellis.

"Now that it's over, treat your sister well in the future. ”

The old man put his cigarette stick behind his hand, got up with difficulty, walked past the young man, and went into the house.

The young man looked unconvinced, as if he had been greatly wronged. It seemed like he wanted to refute a few words, but he finally swallowed it back. Song Xiaocheng looked at him as if he was looking in a mirror, as if he was looking at a slightly out-of-shape self - his chin was drier, his eyebrow bones were more prominent, the corners of his eyes were more raised, and his eyes were sharper than when Song Xiaocheng was angry.

The man followed him into the house and rushed into a bedroom, but suddenly realized that his movements were a little reckless, and gently closed the door behind him. In front of the bedroom window stood a woman with a big belly, staring out the window at the grape trellis. The woman's hair was cut to her ears, revealing her slightly chubby and delicate cheeks, which were a little richer than Song Xiaocheng's memory.

"Cousin. The woman turned her head and smiled at the slightly sullen young man.

was originally prepared to complain and intend to question him violently, but when he was in person, there was only a bay of tenderness left. Stretched out his hand to help the woman sit on the edge of the bed, but he didn't know how to speak, only his face was full of sorrow.

"Cousin, I've wronged you. The woman bowed her head and said apologetically. The man only sighed and sat down on a chair opposite. was clearly opposite the woman, but he twisted his head and refused to look at her.

"If you really won't, I'll ......"

"Yan'er!" the man stood up and interrupted the woman's words, "I don't want to care about anything else, I just want to hear from you—"

It was rare for the man to speak, and when he finally asked what he had been holding back for half a year, he was finally overshadowed by the gaze of his cousin sitting on the bed. Halfway through, I couldn't go on.

The woman's eyes were also a little sad, "You want to ask, who is the father of this child?"

The two didn't look at each other - the man stared at the foot of the bed, and the woman looked out the window.

"Cousin, I know that this has nothing to do with you, that they have wronged you. ”

"You know?! Then why don't you say it!"

"Because if I say it, no one will believe it. I'm afraid even you won't believe it. The woman said coldly, looking at her cousin.

"I'll hear what you say!"

"Cousin, I've never slept with any man. Except a year ago, on the first night I arrived at your house, I had a dream in which it was just you and me. ”

The woman paused, frowned, and stared at the man and said:

"Cousin, I got pregnant in a dream. ”

The woman's last words seemed to be a hurricane, and the man who hit couldn't open his eyes, and also blew away Song Xiaocheng, who was silent and speechless in the corner, as if he had blown away a puff of smoke. He didn't know what he was looking at or what he was listening to. Are these true or false, past or future? Seeing his former father and mother disperse like dust in the wind at the same time, Song Xiaocheng still couldn't shout or move. As everything dissipated, there was endless darkness in front of me. He still felt a breeze supporting him, and he didn't know where he was going. I could only hear someone shouting, but I couldn't hear what it was. He vaguely felt as if someone was grabbing his arm, but he didn't have an arm at all.

Another point of light appeared in the distance. Far away, though bleak, it breaks through the endless darkness. He slowly drifted towards the point of light, which grew larger and clearer. It turned out to be not a point of light, but something round. The thing slowly turned around and let out a demented giggle, shaking a long nose as it laughed.

It turned out to be the head of a white elephant.

The head got bigger and bigger, closer and closer, and finally the whole thing was pressed in front of Song Xiaocheng. Song Xiaocheng stood in place, the head of the white elephant was like a mountain, the big one could not see the top of the mountain, but he looked down at him with two eyes, quacking and laughing, full of arrogance and pride, and wrapped him with his thick and long nose.

The vague voice was still shouting: "Song Xiaocheng...... Song Xiaocheng ......"

It turned out to be calling his name.

He wanted to look back to see who was calling him, and he wanted to open his mouth to say yes, but he had been caught by the elephant's head, and he couldn't move. The elephant's trunk tightened tighter and tighter, as if trying to squeeze all the sensations out of his body.

Suddenly, instead of smiling, the elephant head let out an "ah", and his huge eyes began to roll upward, leaving a river-like trail of blood on the top of his head. A knife twisted on the elephant's head, twisting it smaller and smaller, and soon it was the size of a normal person, and then it seemed to collapse, and all the blood and flesh were sucked into a small hole and disappeared without a trace.

Leaving the knife in the air, a few slender chopstick-like fingers danced the knife deftly, slashing into the darkness, and the endless darkness immediately melted.

Song Xiaocheng stood in pure white, with nothing around him and nothing to see. He lowered his head, and could only see his body, which was still the same as he remembered, the scar on his left arm and the vigorous body hair on his body were still visible, wearing a short sleeve and shorts that he didn't usually wear, but the small triangle in the palm of his right hand was missing.

"Song Xiaocheng. ”

An ethereal female voice called his name.

Song Xiaocheng squinted his eyes and saw a tall figure in the pure white.

"It's you...... It's you ...... again."

"We meet again. Are you asleep again?"

Song Xiaocheng rubbed his eyes, and his eyelids made a creaking sound. After letting go of his hand, he finally saw the person in front of him: a woman with an enviable figure, with straight blonde hair flowing down like a waterfall, but her face was bare and had no facial features, only a thin slit opened where it should have been her mouth, revealing sharp and thin teeth like steel needles.

"Scarlet ......"

"Song Xiaocheng, you shouldn't come here easily! You see, that octopus always refuses to let you go!"

"What...... Am I dead? I'm ...... Am I not dead?"

Song Xiaocheng looked down at his arm, which was still intact.

Ah Fei let out a giggle laugh, like an innocent girl. "Xiaocheng, did you do something wrong?"

"I ...... I hit Hiratsuka in the eye with a fireball. ”

Ah Fei moved her body, and Song Xiaocheng realized that she had been squatting in front of him all along. In this way, she is about two and a half meters tall.

Ah Fei turned around with a smile and sat beside Song Xiaocheng with his knees hugged, his head about the same height as him.

"Hehe, did you hit it?"

"No...... I didn't have time to hit it, I could have hit it, but the moment I touched him, I felt like I was dead......"

"Remember to be ruthless next time!" Ah Fei patted Song Xiaocheng on the shoulder.

"Next time? Is there another time? Am I not already dead?"

"Ouch, didn't I say that. Even that octopus can't kill you, how can that little carving insect skill kill you?"

"I'm not dead......? Am I dreaming now?"

Ah Fei laughed again, as if she had heard a stupid child's clumsy remarks.

"Haha...... yes, you're not dead, you're just dreaming!"

Song Xiaocheng frowned, lowered his arm, and turned his head to look at Ah Fei.

"Ah Fei, who are you?"

The faceless beauty had already saved him twice from the Ganesha's grasp. In addition to his terrifying appearance, Song Xiaocheng has this indescribable closeness to this Ah Fei.

Ah Fei shook his head, but he couldn't make any expression on his face.

"Hmm...... You'd better ask something else. ”

Ask something else?

"Oh...... That...... Where is this?"

"Your spiritual world. Ah Fei replied briefly.

"Then why are you here?"

Ah Fei smiled again and shook his head. It seems that she is not willing to answer this question either. After all, Song Xiaocheng has more things to care about.

"Well, the ones I just saw...... Is it all true?" Song Xiaocheng remembered his parents when he was young just now.

Ah Fei nodded, and shook his head again: "Yes and no." Song Xiaocheng didn't quite understand what this meant, but probably girls are like this, swaying.

"Well, I can't answer that...... Ah yes, why is my Igni gone?" Song Xiaocheng looked at his bare right palm, and was a little uncomfortable for a while.

Ah Fei smiled again, "I'll have it when you go back." ”

"Go back, where are you going?" Song Xiaocheng was stunned for a moment.

"Now, look!"

Ah Fei pointed to the floor, and a small piece of the pure white floor suddenly became transparent, like a glass ceiling. Song Xiaocheng looked through the glass and saw that in a yellow-green patch, three ghost soldiers were carrying themselves and didn't know where they were going, and the one walking in front of his head was the bald head Hiratsuka Xie.

"Well, that's right. I have to go back and beat him again......" Song Xiaocheng frowned and said seriously, "But how can I go back?"

Ah Fei smiled slightly:

"Didn't you say you were dreaming?