Qiuqiu also noticed that these broken things like burnt beams and trees were really a lot in this city. Where there are burned houses, there is probably such a thing.

If this kind of thing pops up in every house - it's not fun at all.

Although looking at the ashes now also makes people feel refreshed. It's like something stuck in my throat, I can't swallow it, I can't spit it out, and I don't feel comfortable thinking about it.

Everyone is unique in this world, and it is not a pleasant experience for anyone to see themselves being copied and killed in front of them.

Qiuqiu was still more curious about how Guan Wei could distinguish the real from the fake at a glance. Let her say it herself, she can't even tell the difference between her and that knockoff at a glance. Of course, she has fire, and this little guy is more difficult to fake. But just now, Huo'er didn't have time to appear on the stage, and the guard killed the fake, and the speed was simply lightning.

The guard sat cross-legged on one side of the fire, sword in one hand, long hair tied up with a hairband as black as his clothes, and lowered his eyes to breathe. Qiuqiu sat on the side of the fire with her knees crossed, her head tilted slightly, as if she was asleep.

Guan Wei's gaze fell on her.

How so?

Just now, Qiuqiu asked him how he could tell the truth at a glance, and he really couldn't tell.

At first sight, I knew in my heart that it was fake, and there was no reason.

Qiuqiu didn't sleep well.

Almost as soon as she closed her eyes, she found herself in a dream.

Vague, I vaguely understood in my heart, but I couldn't get rid of everything in front of me.

She sat in a small sedan chair, the curtains on both sides were rolled up, and she could clearly see that it was late spring weather outside, and the catkins were flying all over the sky.

There was such a small ball that flew into the sedan chair.

Snow-white, fluffy.

She saw that she reached out and caught the catkins, and after a while, the catkins were kneaded into a thin thread in her hand, and it was time to get off the sedan chair.

The courtyard is not too big, and the peach blossoms are at the end, and they are so gorgeous that they have a bit of a wasteful atmosphere.

She thought to herself that she was finally home......

The little uneasiness in her heart was completely put aside by her.

In the open window, someone was writing under the window, she looked through the window, and the person in the window looked up and smiled at her, and she also smiled, a little shy.

This person should be her father-in-law...... But why is there a small voice in the bottom of my heart saying disdainfully, "Who is this person?" I don't know him at all."

"Coming back?"

She nodded in response, "yes." ”

"Is the family affair lively?"

"It's very lively, the house is full of guests, and the flowing water seats are all set up on the street." She went into the house, washed her hands, rolled up her sleeves and polished the ink for him.

"Tired, aren't you? I'm sick and can't go with you. ”

"I don't feel tired, it's too lively, the gongs, drums and firecrackers are so loud that I still feel the buzzing in my ears. I don't want to go next time it happens. ”

The person next to her smiled, as if he had seen through her insincerity.

This kind of plain and quiet happiness is what others say about the feeling of quiet years, right?

But...... I still feel that something is wrong.

The person who wrote, his hand lightly covered her hand, and both hands polished the ink together.

His hands are slender, and her fingers are slender. Gently, evenly, round by round, the ink slowly dissolved, almost overflowing the edge of the inkstone.

* Add incense, husband sings with wife.

It's just not right.

Qiuqiu's hand stopped and put down the ink strip.

No, it's not.

This is not her life, and he doesn't recognize the man next to her!

It's a nightmare, right?

When I thought of this, everything around me suddenly changed. Bright red blood trickled down the man's forehead and covered his face. Fires were burning all around, and people were running in a panic.

She wanted to move, but she couldn't.

A broken beam above her head dragged tongues of fire down on her.

Qiuqiu suddenly opened her eyes.

The guard noticed that she was short of breath, and a hand was pressing on her back to help her regulate her breathing.

"What's wrong?"

"Nightmare." Autumn and autumn are calm.

This is unusual.

Sometimes, dreams may represent chance, but more often than not, they may be nightmares or demons.

Neither of these is a good thing.

Qiuqiu now feels that this ruined city is a complete evil gate.

There's no head-to-head opponent here, you know it's not right, but you can't beat it.

The guard heard footsteps first, and he stood up.

Shi'er walked through the courtyard and walked in.

Qiuqiu is engrossed, this, is it real or fake?

Shi'er glanced at the two of them, and said indifferently: "You also met?" ”

Qiuqiu's inexplicable heart relaxed.

This is a pick-up.

Although he hadn't come closer, he hadn't seen the eyes or the subtleties, but her feelings told him it was real.

Qiuqiu greeted him and grabbed his hand.

"Why are you suddenly gone? I...... I also met a fake you. ”

Shi'er comforted her for the first time: "Worried about you, didn't you get hurt?" ”

Qiuqiu shook her head.

It's not hurt, it's just this kind of thing that makes people feel uncomfortable.

And she had a nightmare just now.

"I just suddenly appeared in another part of the city, and I was amazed, and it took a lot of effort to get out."

This time, it was Qiuqiu's turn to care: "You're not hurt, are you?" Is it dangerous? ”

"Nope. They confuse people's hearts, but they don't really hurt people. ”

Qiuqiu grabbed Shi'er and refused to let go, listening to him tell him about his experience just now.

Shi'er is not a good narrator, and even if it is a very thrilling journey, he can pass it in a few dry sentences. Qiuqiu wanted to ask for details, and he wouldn't answer.

The pen sharpening Spring and Autumn really made him use it perfectly.

"Have you ever encountered ...... Fake me? ”

Shi'er nodded.

"That'...... You killed me too? ”

It's a strange question, but it's a good idea.

Shi'er still nodded.

Qiuqiu looked at him and held back a large number of questions.

She wanted to ask what the fake Qiuqiu she met was like, what she wanted to do to him, how long it took him to distinguish the real from the fake, and whether he experienced a violent psychological activity when he killed her.

After all...... Even if it's fake, but with the same face as hers, can he do it so happily?

Qiuqiu was silent, she didn't have much hope that Shi'er would be soft-hearted. The guard knew that the flying sword directly cut off the head, like chopping melons and vegetables, how neat.

But if Shi'er asks her in turn, what does the fake she meets want to do to her...... That's a really hard question to answer.

That fake didn't actually take advantage of her, even if he took advantage of it, it wasn't Qiuqiu's fault. But Qiuqiu is inexplicably a little weak-hearted.

She held Shi'er's hand and refused to let go, for fear that if she let go, something would happen. Either she disappeared, or he disappeared, and then encountered piles of fakes one after another, which was really disturbing.

Shi'er seemed to know what she was thinking, and held her hand back, but never let go.

In this moment when the night and the dawn are mixed, Qiuqiu looks at the ruins around him, and only feels more and more desolate.

In the silence that seemed so harmonious, the sun rose. The ghosts and spirits in the night seemed to have receded with the darkness, and the three of them hit the road again.

Qiuqiu glanced back at the dilapidated courtyard where she had spent the night yesterday.

She was in a trance, and in the morning mist, the old and dilapidated appearance of the yard seemed to be covered with a new shell, the eaves were neat, and the catkins were flying.

She turned her head.

They don't know where the city came from, they don't know what happened here, and they can't explain the illusions.

Qiuqiu's toes touched something, and she lowered her head.

It was the half of the inkstone she picked up in the house yesterday.

She bent down and picked it up.

Is it really a hallucination?

In the dream, she grinded the ink, and the edge of the inkstone had a delicate embossed pattern.

Qiuqiu's gaze fell on the only half-left inkstone on this side. She bent down and placed the inkstone on a stone platform before going out the door.

Perhaps before it was in ruins, there was indeed someone writing under the window of the spring day, and someone beside him was studying ink for him.

But those are like the fluttering of willows, like the illusions of the night, they are no longer real.

Qiuqiu took two steps to keep up with Shi'er and Guan Wei.

Their real challenge came on the third day.

The poisonous swamp and poisonous mist, as well as tiny poisonous insects that were barely visible to the naked eye, were trapped in this place within a radius of only a few dozen miles for two days.

The following days were not easy, and Qiuqiu quickly left the ruins of Hwaseong behind, and had no time to ponder those things. There are quite a few disciples who have entered the Trial Cave, but not all of them can continue to walk unswervingly. Some people have already failed to quit even on the second floor. By the time they passed through the third floor, almost half of them were left.

It wasn't until a long, long time later that Qiuqiu suddenly remembered her experience in the Trial Cave, and somehow, among so many dangers and difficulties, she was the only one who had the deepest impression of that night in Hwaseong.

It's not strangers that people can't recognize, but the people around you who accompany you day and night.

No, what is more difficult to recognize than the people around you is yourself.

Do you really know yourself and know yourself? Do you know what you are and what you are doing?

Maybe many people have had a flash of wonder at some point.

Who am I?

What am I doing? Why should I do this?

Is my current life what I want?

Does my life really have meaning?

Maybe we've been trying to be who we are in the eyes of others.

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