Chapter 38: The Dream (Part II)

Is this the end of it?

In a daze, Jin Se thought silently. This memory was hidden in her heart and has not been turned up for more than ten years. She didn't even say anything to Xuan Ming. But now that I think about it, if I hadn't been in Shanglixuan for those years, maybe Jin Se's character would not be like this. The fortitude and sharpness in her bones were cultivated at that time.

Jin Se didn't want to go through the torment of that memory in this dream again, how she wanted to wake up. She began to shout loudly.

Jinse opened his mouth, but he couldn't make any sound, and something seemed to be blocked in the depths of his throat. In a panic like she had never felt before, Jinse began to run, and gradually she realized that the place she was running was so familiar.

It's that place!

Jin Se was reluctant to go to the deepest cabin in Shangli Xuan. At this moment, the memory was like an overturned inkstone, and that deep sense of fear invaded again. But her legs did not listen to her at this time. The small wooden house deep in the deepest part of the Dressing Pear Pavilion seemed to have a kind of magic at this time, and there seemed to be a pair of hands in the illusion that were constantly pulling Jin Se there.

It was that sound again, whining, like a ghost crying.

Jinse remembered the sound, and she still remembered the result of her curiosity when she went to see it. She instinctively wanted to step back, but her feet swayed forward.

The voice was getting closer and closer, and a cold sweat had already stirred up behind Jin Se's back, but she had to move forward. When he walked close to the cabin, he was behind a large vase in the doorway, as before, and could see through the gap between the two doors.

It's an older sister that Jin Se has seen before, and she seems to be very favored in Shangli Xuan. Jinse had only seen her once before. Jin Se thought that in a place like Xianglixuan, as long as she was beautiful, she could call the wind and rain, but she didn't want to, now this sister is being hung on the beams of the house, and there are several old women around her who are beating her.

The red blood seeped through the snow-white middle garment, forming a dazzling bright color, perhaps in the eyes of the women who beat her, this color was so beautiful. But in the eyes of Jin Se back then, it was so terrifying.

The woman who was hanging in the air had a white cloth stuffed into her mouth, and even she couldn't cry too loudly. Her hair was messy and tangled around the top of her head, and the expression on her face was so hideous and hateful.

But the Jin Se in front of her was no longer the young girl, although she was in this young body, but she looked at such a cruel picture, but she was not moved in the slightest. Next, she was seen by one of the older women.

subconsciously ran away, but was finally caught. Then the man who was hung on the beam of the house and beaten became Jinse. In this young body, Jin Se felt the hot pain caused by the leather whip sliding through it. She didn't have the heart to cry like she had done all those years ago. Just looked at it indifferently.

She knew she wasn't going to stay in this place for long. It seems that from that moment on, Jin Se knew very well what his fate would be in the future. No matter how glamorous and moving they are on stage, but in private, those bright and beautiful faces are not as good as an ant.

Even if it is sought after in front of everyone, everyone behind it knows that the flower-like youth is just a plaything in the eyes of dignitaries. It is also a commodity used by the grandmother in this pear xuan to collect money. lives so lowly that he can't even help himself to die.

Jin Se knew that he didn't want this kind of life, and he didn't want to become a plaything in the hands of others when he became an adult. So on a snowy day, he escaped from the Dressing Pear Xuan.

It seems that after so many years, Jinse has never experienced such a cold winter again. The little Jin Se was only wearing a thin single coat, and her little face and hands were red from the cold. She didn't dare to look back, so she kept running, and kept running. In a trance, she seemed to be back on the misty path.

Jin Se slowly pulled away from her childhood body, and actually floated in mid-air. Her body suddenly became very light, and Jinse didn't know what was going on. This unknown made her feel inexplicably flustered.

She looked down at her little self, who was tired enough in the snow, and she desperately called out her name, but the little girl did not respond. In the cold wind, Jin Se quietly watched his face turn red and white when he was a child, and even slowly turned a faint blue in the end.

She's dying.

If the young Jinse died, then she would no longer exist today.

Jinse tried to reach out and pull the little girl on the ground up, but her hand passed through her body lying on the ground.

Is he already dead?

Jin Se suddenly thought, and then she thought about her last memory. Chen Tong's sword pierced into his chest, his eyes were full of brilliant blood red, and there was a faint pain from the wound, with a tingling feeling.

Zhong Lishuo looked at his eyes with complicated emotions, and there seemed to be a figure of Xuan Ming in the crowd. yes, Xuanming. Her Xuanming, did he also think he was dead.

Jin Se suddenly felt very sad, not long ago Jin Se had just learned that Xuan Ming wanted to take her out of the Phantom Pavilion, but before she could set off, she buried her life. She was extremely sad, but her eyes were as dry as desert.

Her Xuanming, she has waited so long, and finally got an affirmation. But before he could have it, he was swallowed up by an inexplicable fire. Not even the ashes were left for her. The pain in Jinse's chest was a reminder of how real that sword was. But, even if it's true, can't she go back?

"Master, you see there's a little girl there. Shall we save her? The immature child's voice sounded at Jinse's feet. Jin Se subconsciously opened his eyes and looked at his feet.

I don't know when there were two people standing next to my young self. An elderly man with long hair and a little boy who was no more than ten years old.

"Xuan Ming, go and see if that little girl is still angry." It's the voice of the elderly.

Xuanming? Xuanming!

Jin Se looked at the little boy standing at his feet, and suddenly felt the urge to cry. Maybe this is the end of her life.

"Xuan•••••• Ming•••••• Xuanming•••••• Xuanming••••••" like a whisper, came from Jinse, who had been in a coma for a long time. Xuan Ming, who was lying on the edge of the bed and was asleep, was awakened by this sound, and quickly got up to look at Jin Se, who was still with his eyes closed.

Some chapped lips were growing slightly. The eyes that had been closed were now slightly open.

In this way, Jin Se is considered alive.

Is this the end of it?

In a daze, Jin Se thought silently. This memory was hidden in her heart and has not been turned up for more than ten years. She didn't even say anything to Xuan Ming. But now that I think about it, if I hadn't been in Shanglixuan for those years, maybe Jin Se's character would not be like this. The fortitude and sharpness in her bones were cultivated at that time.

Jin Se didn't want to go through the torment of that memory in this dream again, how she wanted to wake up. She began to shout loudly.

Jinse opened his mouth, but he couldn't make any sound, and something seemed to be blocked in the depths of his throat. In a panic like she had never felt before, Jinse began to run, and gradually she realized that the place she was running was so familiar.

It's that place!

Jin Se was reluctant to go to the deepest cabin in Shangli Xuan. At this moment, the memory was like an overturned inkstone, and that deep sense of fear invaded again. But her legs did not listen to her at this time. The small wooden house deep in the deepest part of the Dressing Pear Pavilion seemed to have a kind of magic at this time, and there seemed to be a pair of hands in the illusion that were constantly pulling Jin Se there.

It was that sound again, whining, like a ghost crying.

Jinse remembered the sound, and she still remembered the result of her curiosity when she went to see it. She instinctively wanted to step back, but her feet swayed forward.

The voice was getting closer and closer, and a cold sweat had already stirred up behind Jin Se's back, but she had to move forward. When he walked close to the cabin, he was behind a large vase in the doorway, as before, and could see through the gap between the two doors.

It's an older sister that Jin Se has seen before, and she seems to be very favored in Shangli Xuan. Jinse had only seen her once before. Jin Se thought that in a place like Xianglixuan, as long as she was beautiful, she could call the wind and rain, but she didn't want to, now this sister is being hung on the beams of the house, and there are several old women around her who are beating her.

The red blood seeped through the snow-white middle garment, forming a dazzling bright color, perhaps in the eyes of the women who beat her, this color was so beautiful. But in the eyes of Jin Se back then, it was so terrifying.

The woman who was hanging in the air had a white cloth stuffed into her mouth, and even she couldn't cry too loudly. Her hair was messy and tangled around the top of her head, and the expression on her face was so hideous and hateful.

But the Jin Se in front of her was no longer the young girl, although she was in this young body, but she looked at such a cruel picture, but she was not moved in the slightest. Next, she was seen by one of the older women.

subconsciously ran away, but was finally caught. Then the man who was hung on the beam of the house and beaten became Jinse. In this young body, Jin Se felt the hot pain caused by the leather whip sliding through it. She didn't have the heart to cry like she had done all those years ago. Just looked at it indifferently.

She knew she wasn't going to stay in this place for long. It seems that from that moment on, Jin Se knew very well what his fate would be in the future. No matter how glamorous and moving they are on stage, but in private, those bright and beautiful faces are not as good as an ant.

Even if it is sought after in front of everyone, everyone behind it knows that the flower-like youth is just a plaything in the eyes of dignitaries. It is also a commodity used by the grandmother in this pear xuan to collect money. lives so lowly that he can't even help himself to die.

Jin Se knew that he didn't want this kind of life, and he didn't want to become a plaything in the hands of others when he became an adult. So on a snowy day, he escaped from the Dressing Pear Xuan.

It seems that after so many years, Jinse has never experienced such a cold winter again. The little Jin Se was only wearing a thin single coat, and her little face and hands were red from the cold. She didn't dare to look back, so she kept running, and kept running. In a trance, she seemed to be back on the misty path.

Jin Se slowly pulled away from her childhood body, and actually floated in mid-air. Her body suddenly became very light, and Jinse didn't know what was going on. This unknown made her feel inexplicably flustered.

She looked down at her little self, who was tired enough in the snow, and she desperately called out her name, but the little girl did not respond. In the cold wind, Jin Se quietly watched his face turn red and white when he was a child, and even slowly turned a faint blue in the end.

She's dying.

If the young Jinse died, then she would no longer exist today.

Jinse tried to reach out and pull the little girl on the ground up, but her hand passed through her body lying on the ground.

Is he already dead?

Jin Se suddenly thought, and then she thought about her last memory. Chen Tong's sword pierced into his chest, his eyes were full of brilliant blood red, and there was a faint pain from the wound, with a tingling feeling.

Zhong Lishuo looked at his eyes with complicated emotions, and there seemed to be a figure of Xuan Ming in the crowd. yes, Xuanming. Her Xuanming, did he also think he was dead.

Jin Se suddenly felt very sad, not long ago Jin Se had just learned that Xuan Ming wanted to take her out of the Phantom Pavilion, but before she could set off, she buried her life. She was extremely sad, but her eyes were as dry as desert.

Her Xuanming, she has waited so long, and finally got an affirmation. But before he could have it, he was swallowed up by an inexplicable fire. Not even the ashes were left for her. The pain in Jinse's chest was a reminder of how real that sword was. But, even if it's true, can't she go back?

"Master, you see there's a little girl there. Shall we save her? The immature child's voice sounded at Jinse's feet. Jin Se subconsciously opened his eyes and looked at his feet.

I don't know when there were two people standing next to my young self. An elderly man with long hair and a little boy who was no more than ten years old.

"Xuan Ming, go and see if that little girl is still angry." It's the voice of the elderly.

Xuanming? Xuanming!

Jin Se looked at the little boy standing at his feet, and suddenly felt the urge to cry. Maybe this is the end of her life.

"Xuan•••••• Ming•••••• Xuanming•••••• Xuanming••••••" like a whisper, came from Jinse, who had been in a coma for a long time. Xuan Ming, who was lying on the edge of the bed and was asleep, was awakened by this sound, and quickly got up to look at Jin Se, who was still with his eyes closed.

Some chapped lips were growing slightly. The eyes that had been closed were now slightly open.

In this way, Jin Se is considered alive.