It's dreaming again, damn it, it's the same dream again......

The flower clutches and scratches his lungs, but he can't wake up.

The cold wind was blowing in her face, and a few petals rolled under her feet, and she knew what was going to happen to this dream, so she started running, hoping to escape from it.

There were more and more flowers under her feet, white, yellow, red, blue, crawling out of the ground like dense insects, not over her shoes, her calves......

No matter how wild she ran, the petals could still grow up her feet, and finally grabbed her like they had taken root, so that she could no longer pull out half a step.

The vision is full of flowers, slowly arching in the endless sea of flowers.

He's coming!

He stood up from the flowers, his head bowed, his long black hair falling all over his body, and countless petals peeled and peeled off from him...... The myriad colors of white, yellow, and blue gradually leave only the red petals.

If you look closely, the red ones are petals but scarlet blood, and the blood that keeps dripping red stains the flowers at his feet and spreads to her.

"Flowers." He called her name, blood gurgling from the corners of his mouth, "Come to me." ”

I can't say yes, in the nightmare, someone called his name and promised to be taken away! Nara gritted her teeth and watched with bated breath as he held out his bloody hand to her.

"Hold me, Blossom."

Don't, absolutely not! Hua Lanluo closed her eyes. He could still be seen in her sight, calling her name countless times, his voice wistful and lingering.

"Won't you hug me...... Hug me...... Hold me tight......"

Flower Terrace ......

Hug him, hug him, she really wants to, hug him......

Can't resist this call, she feels that deep down she desperately wants to sink into a dream with him, even if he is covered in blood, she is willing to let this flower bury her with him......

It's August 22, 20XX, 16:30:14.

In the multimedia classroom of N City, C University, 303, the projector on the podium is playing courseware, and there are hundreds of students sitting under the stage, and Hua Yuluo is one of them, sitting in the middle row of seats that are neither front nor back.

"Political Economy" was so boring that she fell asleep on her desk before she had even heard half of the lecture.

"Flower Terrace!"

"Ahh With a tingling pain in his fingers, Hua Luo almost jumped up, "Zhou Xiaoan, you take a compass and stab me!" ”

"You can sleep like a pig in class." Zhou Xiaoan cleaned up the table, "Let's go, it's almost too late." ”

"Where?" The flower is holding a punctured and bleeding index finger.

"Pray for the master's art exhibition, didn't you say you wanted to see it?"

"Roar!" Hua Yuluo swept the things on the table into his schoolbag and followed Zhou Xiaoan to the art exhibition center.

Hua Yuluo doesn't know if there is anyone like her, born with only a dream, and this dream will become clearer and clearer as she grows.

Maybe this dream has been dreamed for too long, and she has become as eager to be embraced as the person in the dream, this feeling is like an inescapable fate, or that she and the person in the dream should be together, and even she once wondered if the person in the dream is herself......

desperately wants to know the answer to this dream, and even if it weren't for Zhou Xiaoan to wake her up today, she would have opened her hands to the person in the dream and embarked on an unknown road that would not hesitate even if it was hell......

But adults have instilled in her since she was a child that no matter what the person in your dream calls you, you can't agree, otherwise he will take away your three souls and seven spirits. Look at her body is full of all kinds of jade or bones, which are all used by her grandfather to ward off evil spirits.

For example, the jade pendant she has worn since she was a child, when she looks carefully at the sun, she can see that there are clouds flowing inside, as if there is a sky hidden in it, but unfortunately, this jade pendant is only half of it, and the other half, her old man doesn't know where it is......

Otherwise, it is likely that the priceless treasure will be auctioned for a lifetime......

"Take out the tickets." Zhou Xiaoan made a sound, and when she looked down at the residual jade on her body, she immediately reached out and touched it, "This is hot!" Zhou Xiaoan was taken back like a hot hand.

"Hot?" Lama touched it, "Where's the hot?" I can still wear it if I can burn your hands? ”

"It's hot!"

"Touch the static electricity, you." Hua Yuluo took out two tickets for the exhibition of the Expected Masters from his backpack and gave them to the ticket inspector and entered the exhibition hall smoothly.

"It's really burning me, and my hands must be red...... It's not ...... red."

"Shh Zhou Xiao'an, who was chattering, said, "Look at the painting." ”

"I don't like to watch ......"

The theme of the exhibition is flowers, both realistic and abstract, but Zhou Xiaoan really didn't know that the flowers in the paintings could look better than fresh flowers.

Zhou Xiao'an, who was watching the flowers, was stunned when he saw the painting in front of him.

"Look at it, this one is so spectacular!"

The flower chimney who followed her was already dumbfounded.

The bronze frame, which occupies almost half of the wall, is filled with countless flowers, complete flowers or flower bones, broken flowers or petals, all boldly outlined with thick and vivid watercolors, and the whole colorful picture is as if it is the tide of flowers gushing out of this wall.

The flower clamour couldn't pull out her eyes at all, her feet seemed to take root naturally and couldn't move anymore, and those flowers were surging towards her again.

Is it another dream?

Knowing that she wanted to look away, she couldn't help but stare at the gorgeous picture, and the more time passed, the closer she got to the dream, she could feel those flowers grow along her feet again, crawling all the way to her heart.

Come and hug me.

Come and hug me!

Come and hold me......

Suffocating dreams, lingering sounds......

"Prison!" Zhou Xiaoan pushed her, "What about being in a daze again?" Well, this painting is called 'The Funeral of Flowers', and it's very decadent, right? I think it's pretty good-looking, right......" Zhou Xiaoan looked at it again, "Okay, let's go, let's go see something else." ”

Lu Luo suddenly looked at Zhou Xiao'an's departing back, so, this is not a dream, so she can reach out and touch this picture, right? So, even if she touches it, she won't be taken away, right......

Reaching out and touching the reddish flower in the painting, the picture suddenly has a little more damp red, which is extremely gorgeous. Hua Luo was surprised and withdrew his hand, only to realize that it was the blood that had been stained with the painting by Zhou Xiao'an's broken index finger just now, and he quickly reached out to smear it, and the moment his hand touched the flower.

A tingling pain in your fingertips!

"I caught you......"

"Ahh

Half a wall-sized painting fell down in an instant, and the flower was unavoidable, and it was smashed to a solid ground.

Forget the pain, forget the horror.

Seeing the long black hair of the man in the dream, he opened his eyes, and his purple eyes looked straight at him, and the corners of his bloody mouth were dyed with a strange smile, and he said:

"You're finally here......"

Where to come?

Where to come!

The petals that had been devouring her in her dreams burrowed into her body in an instant, like a spell that had been peeled off from him and pierced into her body piece by piece.

"Who's talking? Who's talking there? The flower crumbled and looked around, trying to find the originating sound.

But they found that the surroundings were empty, and there was no one left.

How so?

"What about people?" Why have all the people around me disappeared? When did it disappear?

"Zhou Xiao'an!" No, no one answered her.

Fear, an inexplicable sense of dread enveloped her, and she felt as if she had fallen into a trap.

"Someone! Help me! ”

Suddenly, the feet of the flower chimney are buried by water, and the water? No, it was a viscous liquid pouring out of the walls, and the liquid kept pouring in, and in a moment she was surrounded.

"Save ...... Help me! "The liquid carries a rich fragrance of flowers, and the choking flower can't breathe.

Could it be that she died here?

This...... It's too sad! She hasn't honored her grandfather yet, she hasn't fallen in love yet, and she hasn't held hands with boys to have a baby!

"Save ......"

"Flower Castle ......"

Hua Yuluo was about to call for help again when she suddenly heard someone calling for her.

"It's me, it's me!" Quickly turned around, unconsciously shocked, a person walked out of the "funeral of flowers" just now, and he hugged her tightly. I wanted to push it away, but no matter how hard I tried, the arms tightened and tightened.

"Let go...... I can't breathe......"

Suffocating dare from the chest to the brain, Hua Luo had an illusion, and she seemed to hear someone say it from this cold chest.

"Here you go."

Who?!

Hallucinations, hallucinations before death?

A voluptuous woman in a blood-red dress holds a red fluttering object in her hand and hands it to the man next to her.

"Hurt me and hurt all the people around me, don't you want me to hand it over willingly? Well now it's yours. ”

Pain, damn it......

Hua Lanluo could actually feel the pain in the woman's heart, powerless, despair like the feeling of being hollowed out.

Wait, won't it...... The red flutter was the woman's heart!!

And the man next to the woman didn't move, didn't even look at the woman, leaving her with an indifferent back.

Because he didn't look back, the flower can't see his face, but if he doesn't look at it, the man must have an ugly face, it must be!

The girls have dug out their hearts to him, and he still looks like he is in desperation, this kind of crazy man should be kicked away directly.

"Twin flowers, and Tilian, born from the same root, will not end. I finally understood that it was not incomplete, but it could not tolerate me. I owe you and I have repaid. ”

When the woman finished speaking, her slender body fell to the ground.

burst

The sound of the fall to the ground was felt even by Hua Yura, as if she were falling at her feet.

"Hey, get up! This kind of man is not worth dying for him! ”

Having forgotten that she was in danger, she wanted to lift the woman up, but the moment her hand touched the woman's body, she felt as if her hand was being grabbed by something in an instant, and her body ...... No, it's the soul, and her soul seems to be coming out of its shell!

"Ah, don't......"