She had an extremely long dream.

In the dream, she came to a vast desert. A round of fiery red sun hangs on the ridge line of the desert, like a phoenix bird resting on it, the endless desert below is baked by the fireworks of the phoenix bird, and a scorching heat wave sweeps every inch of land, as if the desert is panting loudly.

She walked forward with difficulty against the wind and sand, and the sound of the desert wind whistled in her ears.

After walking for a while, a liquor store appeared in front of me.

The wine shop is as silent and desolate as the desert, the tables and chairs are covered with thick dust, but you can smell the aroma of wine when you walk in, which is intoxicating.

The owner is an old lady in her prime. The old lady's face was already full of traces of time, but there was no trace of weakness on her waist, and she stood at the door of the store in good spirits, looking at the wind and sand in the distance, as if waiting for something.

She sat down in the seat closest to the counter, ordered a pot of wine, a plate of side dishes, probably the desert has not been here for a long time, the old lady gave her good wine and food and sat down to talk with her for a long time.

According to the old lady, this desert was once an ancient battlefield.

Thinking so, she closed her eyes and felt it carefully, as if she could really hear the millions of lions waving flags and shouting in the mountains and rivers of Jin Ge's iron horse.

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When she opened her eyes again, she saw a scene of thousands of troops and two armies facing each other.

There was no sound, but she could feel the shouts and the sound of trumpets and drums from the high-spirited expressions of the officers and men of the two armies.

She saw a woman dressed in a gorgeous dress with her hair in a loose bun with a feather arrow stuck in her chest, and dark red blood seeped out and spread on the moon-white dress.

The woman walked slowly, step by step, until she could no longer walk in pain, and she knelt between the two armies with her wounds covered, and slowly collapsed.

A man in armor staggered over, hugging the woman's cold body, he was grief-stricken, and his screams and cries could not express his heartbreak, he shouted, Qingqing-

At this moment, the surrounding environment suddenly became chaotic, the ground shook, thousands of troops and horses fought together, the sound of sword confrontation ping-pong, and the endless desert was stained red with blood in an instant...

Suddenly, a feathered arrow shot straight into her chest through the soldiers, and she couldn't move for a moment...

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"Qingqing, wake up, it's time to be late for school."

She snapped her eyes open and touched her pounding heart, glad it was just a dream.

Mom noticed her abnormality and thought she had committed an old illness: "What's the matter, Qingqing, does my heart hurt again?" ”

She was born with congenital heart disease, which became more serious as she grew older, and her illness touched the hearts of every family member.

She shook her head, comforted her anxious mother in a soft voice, and said, "It's okay, I just had a nightmare, and now it's okay." ”

Mom looked at her, still a little suspicious in her eyes, but she didn't ask more, got up and brought a glass of water and put it in front of her bed: "I have something to say to my mother, get up now, I'm going to school soon." ”

After that, my mother turned around and left, and opened the curtains before leaving, the sun was still dazzling in the midsummer morning, and she was a little dizzy.

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The wind blew the curtains and tore a book to the floor, and she got up and bent down to pick it up, accidentally catching a glimpse of a scroll under her desk.

Mom was in the kitchen to make breakfast for her, and when she saw that she hadn't come out yet, she asked twice.

She didn't respond to her mother, and leaned down to take out the scroll.

The scroll was something she had never seen before at home, and curiosity drove her to open it.

The painting scroll presents a beautiful woman dressed in a fiery red wedding dress, wearing a phoenix crown and a veil, gorgeously dressed and with an excellent demeanor, seemingly young and jumping, but not losing her dignified and beautiful, and her extraordinary eyebrows have the shyness and longing of women who have just come out of the cabinet.

Looking further down, there is a small column of inscriptions - My wife, Qi Liang Huanqing.

For some reason, when she saw this line of small words, her heart welled up with unexplained pain and heartache.

She gently stroked the words "My wife, Qi Liang Huanqing" with her fingers. Suddenly, there was a sharp and clear pain in her heart, and she curled up on the ground in pain.

The surroundings were plunged into darkness, and the woman in the moon-white dress who appeared in the dream knelt in front of her with her head bowed, and the sound of the desert wind was whirring in her ears.

She struggled to get up and asked, "Who are you?" ”

The woman slowly looked up at her when she heard the voice, and she was able to get a glimpse of the woman's whole appearance, but she couldn't help but be surprised—they had exactly the same face.

The woman looked at her without a trace of surprise in her eyes, as if she had known it for a long time: "I am, Liang Huanqing."

It's you, too. ”