"Please forgive me, I fled for a while. Dear Dad, Mom, Brother, Meng Fei, the phone is turned off, please don't bother looking for me. At this moment, my mind is in a mess, inextricably linked, and I can't figure out a clue when I think about it. Please forgive me for being willful, but what I need most at this time is a quiet corner, quiet for a while, and I think I'll figure it out. Brother, thank you for your kindness! Maybe one day I will come back and be your beautiful bride with peace of mind. At that time, I must have learned to face reality. However, in the days of separation, please calm down and think about who is the most suitable partner for you to grow old together? At that time, you may also have a perfect answer. Please don't ask me how long this time will be because I don't know either. Maybe a week, maybe a month, maybe a year, maybe longer, but I'll miss you. Trust me, I love you. Little Dream Stay"

The book was circulated in the hands of Meng Fei, Du Moran, and Ruan Xiangqin, and the two men were silent like an ocean, but Ruan Xiangqin broke down and cried. In the end, it was decided to wait for Lin Guozi to be discharged from the hospital in a few days, and then Ruan Xiangqin would show him the book.

After Lin Guozi saw it, it was like a volcano erupting, and he lost his temper fiercely - blame this, blame that, don't take "his" Du Xiaomeng well. In the end, he could only sit on the sofa in a gloomy manner, holding his head and feeling sorry for himself, blaming himself for being the culprit, and it was his "forced" marriage to "force" away from his little dream. He searched everywhere like he had gone mad, and no one could dissuade him.

Zhu Zhu silently accompanied him to search for a few days, and after finding nothing, he finally obediently returned to the kitchen of Tianxianglou to work hard. At least, he knew that Du Xiaomeng was safe, and she was just deliberately avoiding them. One day, she'll be back. Of course she'll come back, and if she doesn't miss them, she will miss her dad.

Thinking like this, Lin Guozi was in a much lighter mood, he worked as usual, but he was often in a daze. I don't know if the water is boiling, and I forgot that something is frying in the pan...... Such distractions often have to be reminded by Zhu Zhu before they suddenly realize.

If it was Meng Fei in the past, he might be more irritable than Lin Guozi, and he wouldn't give up if he didn't make a fuss, and he would definitely make an order to get Du Xiaomeng back even if he was poor and fell into Huangquan. But now Meng Fei is a civilian, he has learned not to be surprised by changes, and he has learned to think rationally, which may be an important sign of maturity.

On the surface, he is the least relevant person. In fact, he had already had his soul drained. Living a light and numb life every day is like having a dream that will never wake up. He often asked himself, is this real life? After Xiaomeng left, he realized that this girl had lived to his bone marrow and blood, and every breath made him feel pain because of her presence. She was his only spiritual pillar in the 21st century, and after she left, he realized that he didn't know what fun it was to continue to live in the 21st century.

He learned to smoke and stayed up all night drawing and smoking cigarette after cigarette.

After Zhu Tianxu's planning, publicity and packaging, his paintings have become more and more popular, and the evaluation has become higher and higher, but the price of each painting is not as high as the first three paintings, and it is already very good to sell one more painting for 100,000 yuan. But there is no doubt that he no longer needs to think about life, even if he only sells one painting a month, it is enough for him to live. But none of this made him happy.

He continued to stay in Tianxianglou because he was looking forward to it, looking forward to Xiaomeng coming back in a week. At that time, he would hold her tightly, kiss her deeply, and tell her how much he missed her. But a week has passed, a month has passed, and there is still no news of Xiaomeng.

He was already embarrassed to continue to rely on Tianxiang Tower, after all, for Du Moran and them, Meng Fei could only be regarded as a friend. If it is not a relative, then it is somewhat embarrassing for an out-of-fashion painter to live with an out-of-fashion painter.

A month later, when Xiaomeng still didn't hear anything, Meng Fei began to understand that such a wait would be a long journey, so he decided to move out. He asked Zhu Tianxu to help him rent a two-bedroom house in a high-end community, with exquisite decoration, transparent from north to south, and plenty of sunshine, he was very satisfied with it, and decided to move in the next day.

In the evening, he said goodbye to Du Moran's family. They couldn't keep it, so they had to give up. After all, Meng Fei has his own life and his own path to take, and it would be too aggrieved to let him nest on the sofa without even a room.

Ruan Xiangqin enthusiastically prepared a rich dinner for him. Lin Guozi looked very high, and frequently toasted Meng Fei with dishes, full of words of praise and blessings. Everyone tacitly watched him perform with amusement. Indeed, in this way, Lin Guozi will have one less big threat in the love field.

Meng Fei passively accepted it, he still had a lot of feelings for this Lin Guozi who looked exactly like his eleventh brother of the emperor. If it were possible, he wanted him to be happy. But Meng Fei still gave thousands of confessions, and as soon as there was news of Xiaomeng, he must be notified as soon as possible. Lin Guozi was full of emptiness, and thought to himself: Hmph, I won't tell you.

At midnight, the song ended. Meng Fei was lying on the sofa tossing and turning and couldn't fall asleep, and his eyes were full of Xiaomeng's sweet smile. The way he looked when he saw her on the first night, the way she carefully taught the common sense of life, the sweaty way she carried him from the bite of a poisonous snake on her back, and her piece of jade came to mind like a picture, lingering like a nightmare.

He rolled over and sat up and ran to the balcony to smoke. He leaned lazily against the railing, blowing the wind, and watched the smoke curl up in the night, and dissipate, and rise and disperse. Tears unconsciously fell, the cold liquid snaked to the corners of his mouth, the salty taste made him suddenly awake, he quickly wiped away his tears, he couldn't believe that he would cry for another girl besides Concubine Dong E, and couldn't help laughing self-deprecatingly.

What can I do if I can't sleep? Do you have some luggage? In fact, there is almost nothing to worry about, a simple suitcase will solve everything, except for a few sets of clothes, there are no belongings. What a big difference between this and the emperor who once had thousands of miles of rivers and mountains!

He mechanically walked into Xiaomeng's room, closed the door, turned on the lamp on the desk, and sat in the only warmth and light in front of the desk. Now, he had to admit that he really missed her. Little dream, where are you?

I don't know how long it took, perhaps, he once fell asleep on his desk in a hazy sleep. When I woke up, I didn't know what time it was. He opened the notebook in the upper right corner of the desk boredly, glanced at it boredly, and was surprised to find that it was actually covered with his name - not "Meng Fei", but "Aixin Jueluo. Blessings". His drowsiness was gone, and his spirit was suddenly inexplicably excited.

Xiaomeng scratches his name, why? Page after page, unconsciously. Did he imagine her when she crossed his name, thinking about him? When she crossed his name, he was sleeping on the couch just across the wall, wasn't he? She likes him, doesn't she? Was her mood overflowing with desolation or hidden joy? Oh my! There had never been more than now, and how he wished to go into her inner world.

He carefully looked through the notebook, which was an address book, a memo, or a mood diary, the contents of which were complicated and messy. He decided to take it with him when he left, at least the words were all in Xiaomeng's handwriting, at least keep one thing of Xiaomeng by his side.

Then he found that there was a blog address recorded on it - Xiaomeng's blog address. Meng Fei listened to Xiaomeng's introduction to what a blog is, and often saw reports on TV about what a certain entertainment celebrity wrote on a blog. So, maybe Xiaomeng will write something on her blog as well, or even where she went?

This thought made Meng Fei extremely excited. He quickly turned on his computer and clicked anxiously on her blog. Beautiful picture with the title "Dream Cabin". Only then did he find out that her blog was ranked No. 1 in terms of clicks, and it was easy to find it on the homepage of the portal. Netizens commented a lot. And every blog post he wrote recently was like a serialization of a novel, and in this serial, he saw his name. He let out a sigh of relief, and sure enough, it was related to himself, and he decided to start over.

The more I look at it, the more incredible I feel, is the heroine of this novel Du Xiaomeng? She actually traveled to her own dynasty and became her own concubine. Oh my God, how unbelievable. Is this real? Is this a novel written by Du Xiaomeng, or is it her personal experience? If it is her personal experience, then Du Xiaomeng is actually Concubine Dong E, and Concubine Dong E is actually Du Xiaomeng. In the novel, it is clearly written that the time when she went to the Qing Dynasty was the time when Concubine Dong E lost her beloved son, at that time, was the real Concubine Dong E dead? Then, the person who got along with him in the next two years or so was actually Du Xiaomeng instead of Wanru.

Meng Fei was stunned, he pressed his aching temples, lay on the back of the swivel chair, stared blankly at the ceiling, and tried his best to recall the bits and pieces of the beginning. It seems to ...... Truly...... It's a little different. Since then, Concubine Dong's personality has become more cheerful and willful. Sometimes she is petty, sometimes jealous, sometimes sentimental, sometimes shy and resentful, and she is no longer the atmospheric sanity she used to be. By the way, she also taught herself to play checkers and make birthday cakes and champagne on the Queen Mother's birthday, which he found in the 21st century to be just the most commonplace. Think about it carefully, since he can travel to the 21st century, why can't Du Xiaomeng travel to the Qing Dynasty?

Yes! By the way, this can explain why Du Xiaomeng has a dragon and phoenix on his body. She turned out to be his filial piety queen! It turned out that in the past and present lives combined, they had lived together for three years. At this point, he was 100% sure that Du Xiaomeng was his beloved concubine.

If not, no matter how much Du Xiaomeng can make up stories, it is impossible for him to be clear about the past, and even describe every detail exactly the same? It is even more unlikely that we will meet him again in the 21st century.

Oh, my concubine, so you're here!

The crowd looked for her thousands of times, and suddenly looked back, but the person was in the dim light. This time, Meng Fei no longer hesitated, no longer wandered, no longer thinking about three wives and four concubines, three palaces and six courtyards. He knew exactly what he really wanted.

After reading her blog, he realized how tangled she was when she was his concubine in the past. There is often three points of sorrow in her smile, just because she is in love with him, but she is not sure of his love for her, her eyes are full of his infatuation with Concubine Dong E, the better he treats her, the more sad she is. He finally understood why she had to run away from home in the end.

Yes, she is in a dilemma of deep contradictions and pain. I want to compromise and repay my kindness, but I can't force my feelings; I want to fight, I want to be free, but I can't be sure of his love. His poor little dream, watching him pursue Zhu Zhu, the emotions of loss and sadness are all told in words. The self-struggle is in the end, and there is no choice but to go. Reading and reading, before he knew it, the warm liquid had crawled all over his handsome face. The sky is affectionate, and his sweetheart has never been far away.

The dawn slipped into the room one by one, and when dawn came, his heart felt clearer and clearer than ever. He turned off the computer, extinguished the cigarette butt, and stuffed the notebook into his suitcase. The best way to part, of course, is to carry the sleeping old acquaintances behind your back and walk away quietly.