Somehow, Lan Ling walked into a dark cave. She tried to find her way out, but it was too dark. She touched the hard rock wall, as if she heard the sound of the wind blowing in. Soreness and weakness in the legs. She wanted to get out of this terrifying, dark cavern.

Suddenly, her eyes were suddenly much brighter, and she was holding a torch in her hand at some point, and her subconscious told herself that it might be a dream. Could it be that dream again?

She opened her eyes wide and looked forward, only to see that not far away, a large tall stone wall suddenly appeared. She realized that it was exactly the same as the scene she had dreamed of before.

She said to herself: This is not endless?

She tried to keep her eyes open, and under her blurred vision, a large mural suddenly appeared in front of her. The torch in her hand flickered on and off. I can't see the contents of the mural.

She thought about going in and looking, but the sound of the whirring wind kept coming to her ears, and she couldn't see anything when she looked at it. I was chilling all over, and I didn't hear the sound of water.

For a while, I don't know if I was dreaming, or if I really came to the place in the dream?

Her feet felt like they were filled with lead, and she barely took a step. Her eyesight was excellent, but it was too dark to see a tree in the mural ahead.

The tree was so tall that she couldn't see clearly, and she blinked vigorously. Suddenly, she saw it again, and she was surprised to find that it looked like a twin tree, entwined with each other. It's like two giant pythons entangled.

She was curious, but no matter how she walked, she always felt that the mural was far away from her. She tried to lift the torch and take a step to look, and saw that the color of the mural in the distance was black, but when she walked in, it turned blood red!

She has been relatively bold since she was a child, so she is naturally not afraid, and she is used to seeing murals painted with this kind of red paint. Due to her professional habits, she wanted to see what kind of mural it was.

I saw that there was a wall of such a large classroom on the opposite side, which was full of dense patterns, and I wanted to take a step further, but when I turned my head, I saw that the torch in my hand was suddenly gone.

She wondered: If it's at work, shouldn't you carry a flashlight?

When I turned my head, I didn't know when there was an extra person in front of the mural!

She was so frightened that she almost screamed, but found that she couldn't actually shout in her throat, is this dumb? She covered her mouth and watched as the man in front of her was half-crouched in front of the mural, motionless.

"Who are you?" She struggled to speak, only to find that the man was still squatting there motionless, like a stone sculpture.

Lan Ling vaguely saw that the squatting person was indeed a person. She thought to herself: Could it be a dead man?!

But he seems to have a flashlight in his hand! This outfit ...... She suddenly thought of her father, and the familiar back in front of her was not her father?

Lan Ling felt that after seeing it clearly, the more he looked at it, the more familiar he felt. He squatted in front of the mural and kept looking up at the big tree in the mural, his face as if it was glued, and he looked at it against the wall.

Suddenly, she could see the man's dress, an old germanium-colored jacket, and even his pants seemed to be the same muddy color. Maybe he's been in the shadows? So she didn't find out just now?

But when did he get to the middle of the mural? In an instant, she could see the man's hair, the black natural curls?!

"Father......" It was like glue in her throat, and the sound seemed to be heard only by herself. There is still the sound of the whirring wind in my ears, not far or near.

But the man suddenly moved, as if he had heard his own call! He twisted his neck. Turning his head to look at Lan Ling.

Lan Ling looked at the man nervously and happily, only to see the man turn his head suddenly. She saw the man's face clearly, and it turned out to be a bloody face! I couldn't see the man's eyes clearly, or maybe there were only black holes left and bloody eye sockets! The corners of his mouth were full of blood! It keeps flowing out.

She screamed in fright, closed her eyes and turned her head, and subconsciously ran desperately into the darkness. But no matter how she ran, her legs were always like they were filled with lead, her bones were sore, and she took small steps weakly.

In her mind, she did hear her father calling, and she yelled that she must not turn back. There was still the whirring wind in my ears, gradually covering the sound coming from behind me. She gritted her teeth and ran, and suddenly the same scene appeared in front of her, the same cave, the same mural, the same her father squatting in front of the mural, motionless.

She was afraid that he would suddenly turn around and cover his mouth to run, but there was no way out.

She thought: this is going to be scared to death here.

Suddenly, the man's body moved, and he tried to turn his head again.

She shouted desperately, turned her head and closed her eyes to run. Suddenly, the body sank and the feet suddenly took off. She reached out to grab it, but she didn't catch anything. At that moment, with a "bang", she was directly slammed to the ground.

She quickly opened her eyes and saw that the blue sky was in her room. In a trance, she turned her head and saw that she was still alone in the room, and she was kneeling on the ground, and her knees hurt at the moment. The fan was still blowing at herself, and when she looked up, she hit the edge of the bed, she snorted, turned to look around, and quickly climbed into bed, not daring to recall the terrible dream.

Looking at the fluttering curtains, I was afraid that my father was really the bloody face in front of his eyes. She was covered in sweat and had a dry throat. My heart is still beating abruptly.

There was a sudden knock on the door, and she almost jumped out of bed.

"Who?!" She had just had a nightmare and was scared. Naturally, the temper is not much better.

The person outside the door knocked again patiently, which made Lan Ling impatient, and got up to open the door with a belly of fire.

As soon as she touched the doorknob and subconsciously unscrewed it, she suddenly became suspicious, worried that the person outside the door would really be her father's 'back'? Her nervous heart shrank suddenly, and she saw a crack in the door, and she hurried to close the door.

"Hey...... What are you doing! Zuo Qingqing, who was outside the door, wondered, and opened the door directly with his shoulder.

As soon as Lan Ling heard a familiar voice, she quickly let go of her hand, and suddenly the door was slammed open by her.

The person who came turned out to be her college classmate Zuo Qingqing, and the two were still in the same dormitory at that time. I saw that she still had short hair to her neck, and her bangs covered her forehead and she was full of sweat. Two ice creams in his hand, one of which had already been bitten. Lan Ling hurriedly let her into the house, only to see that she was still stained with ice cream on the corner of her mouth and glared at her.

Lan Ling had no choice but to smile, "Why are you here?" She hurried to pack up her blown-up materials and reached for the ice cream in her hand.

"What are you doing? I didn't open the door after knocking for a long time! Still want to shut me out? Zuo Qingqing looked at her desk full of books, as well as the documents that were blown everywhere.

"I was just taking a nap! Why did you come here at noon? Lan Ling ate ice cream and felt a lot more comfortable.

"You are really, you were transferred to the province and didn't tell me, if it wasn't for Lao Wang telling me, I wouldn't know. You're not so funny! If you are promoted, you won't invite me to dinner, and I will come to see you at noon, you heartless! Zuo Qingqing came in the scorching heat, sweating so hot, that he finished the ice cream in his hand in two or three bites.

"Lao Wang? Which old king? Lan Ling looked at Zuo Qingqing in surprise.

"You are the old king next door!" Zuo Qingqing smiled evilly, turned the fan around, and blew it at himself.

Lan Ling frowned and thought for a while, and then remembered that Wang Lu in the office next to him, they all called him Lao Wang. Xin said: She went to the unit to find herself, and now she came to see herself.

This made her feel both moved and embarrassed, and she sipped the ice cream in her mouth and smiled, "I will definitely treat you to a big meal next time." ”

"Next time? I can't let you run away, or I'll find you somewhere!" It's better to choose a day than to hit the day, just tonight, let's go eat seafood pot. ”

Lan Ling smiled awkwardly, thinking that he wouldn't go to work today, and he would be fine anyway, so he nodded and agreed, "I must please, I promise to invite you to eat today and roll your eyes." ”

"You said that! I'm going to make it more expensive! ”

Zuo Qingqing looked at her and didn't wear underwear, this figure is really enviable. But I don't have a boyfriend yet.,It's estimated that it's really contributing to the study of the history and culture of the motherland.,The photos I used to send were almost every day to do mural restoration work.。

It's been so long since graduating from college, and it's the first time the two have gotten together.

Lan Ling saw that she looked at herself and didn't speak, she finished the ice cream and directly tied up her long curly hair with a headband.

"You still think you're not hot! Look at you, your clothes are wet. Are you taking a nap? What kind of intense dreams are you having? Zuo Qingqing asked her with a smile.

Lan Ling saw that she was not serious, she lowered her head and wiped a handful of sweat, sat next to her, and swung the fan on her head, and the two of them just blew the fan. Talking about things together in college.

While chatting, Lan Ling suddenly remembered the dream he had just had.

"Qingqing, will you have the same dream over and over again?" She looked at Zuo Qingqing and asked seriously.

Zuo Qingqing was asked inexplicably, she lifted the bangs that were blown up on her forehead, "Of course it will." ”

"Will you too?"

"Uh...... Lately, I've been dreaming of a man. Zuo Qingqing said seriously.

Lan Ling expressed surprise, she thought that her dream was not a good dream, and thought: Could it be that there is another reason for her father's death? Or did he die unwillingly? Want to dream for yourself?

But it's too scary. The thought sent a chill down her spine.

Zuo Qingqing saw that she frowned and was not here, "Hey, are you listening?" ”

"What? You repeat. "She really wasn't listening.

Zuo Qingqing ruffled her hair, leaned her elbows against the table, and said shyly: "I dreamed of my male god in my dream." ”

"......" made Lan Ling feel that the two were talking in the wrong direction.

"I mean, do you have ...... It is to dream the same scene and the same person repeatedly, as if one of your relatives gave you a dream. ”

"Who?" Zuo Qingqing straightened up. Seeing Lan Ling's solemn face, she stretched out her hand and patted her, comforting, "Did you dream of your father?" ”

Lan Ling nodded, she didn't want to say it, but now she was nervous, and she wanted to find someone to talk to.

"I've been dreaming about my father lately, he's ......"

"What's wrong with him?" Zuo Qingqing saw that her eyes were red all of a sudden, her head was lowered, and her mood suddenly became very heavy.

She had no choice but to pat her on the shoulder, lean on her, and comfort her, "It's okay, uncle, she will bless you in the spirit of heaven." He wants you to be happy. ”

Lan Ling pinched his eyebrows, took a deep breath and said, "I really hope that he will look at me in heaven, he really has no regrets." She thought back to the scene in the dream, and suddenly realized that it was obviously her father's reluctance to leave.

She prefers to believe that her father really isn't dead. But after so much time had passed, she gradually forgot the fact that she could not accept her father's death. Until now, I suddenly feel that this is not my own guilt, the psychological pressure generated.

She told Zuo Qingqing the scene in her dream, and when she saw that she was stunned, she opened her mouth wide and looked at herself in surprise.

"You may think it's weird! Maybe I saw my father when he died...... "She still closes her eyes and thinks of the tragedy of her father's death, and she can't help but feel chills in her heart. But she didn't know how to explain the mural she saw in her dream, could it be where she had seen it?

She frowned at the thought and fell into deep thought again.

Zuo Qingqing saw her thinking about the problem, she looked like this, like an old lady, wondering where to figure out here. She patted Lan Ling on the shoulder, "I think you, I just miss your father too much, and I feel a lot of pressure in my heart." Plus it's strange to look at those murals all day long and not have nightmares. If you stare at the mural like this, I guess you're about to see that you're going to be mentally ill. ”

She pulled up Lan Ling, who had been sitting still, "Let's go, let's go shopping, I'll take you to take a good break." As he spoke, he was about to pull her out.

"Oops, I haven't changed my clothes yet!" Lan Ling hurriedly rummaged through the cupboard for clothes, but there was no decent dress to look for. She had to put on her underwear, a simple T-shirt and denim shorts. The two of them just took their bags and walked out of the house with umbrellas.