I came out of my father's place, maybe because I had been kneeling for a long time, and my legs and feet were a little sore.

I walked slowly along the wall of flowers.

Today, I'm less attached to the past.

Those things, whether I understand them or not, will be obliterated by time sooner or later.

As long as you live happily now-

Actually, it wasn't that important in the past, was it?

Just be happy now. There is a father, an aunt, Qi Jing and Qi Han, and ...... There is also Shigong.

What you are holding in your hands now is the most precious and real.

I took a breath, and there was a faint fragrance in the air, not like flowers.

I turned my head to look for it, and found a faint green fruit among the green leaves on the side of the road. Most of them can't be eaten, but they look cute and have an astringent aroma of first bloom.

I reached out and pulled two of them, I couldn't remember what the original name of this fruit was, I usually called it Chang Liuxiang. When it is green, it is plucked and placed in the house, which can be left for a month or two, and the fruit color gradually turns yellow, and the fragrance becomes stronger and stronger.

I took the fruit and went to my master.

The wind blowing on his face gradually became dry and cold, and the sun was about to set, and when he looked up, the sky was still blue, but the blue became light and dull like a faint grayish veil.

As he got closer, the window of the house where his master lived was open, and he sat by the window, his hair loose and untied, and he was wearing a white robe. The robe is loose and thin. At first glance, it doesn't look like a man, but like a daughter raised in the boudoir.

I stood and watched for a while, but I didn't really think about anything in my heart, but I just watched it quietly, and I felt very down-to-earth in my heart—I kept seeing Shigong turn his head.

I smiled a little weakly, and then I went into the house and gave him the fruit I had picked and put it on my desk.

Shigong picked one up and looked at it, and whispered, "It's already fruitful." ”

"Hmm. This year ended early. ”

Shigong stood up and said, "Let's go see Bai Wan." ”

I said yes and asked, "How are you?" ”

"Alright."

It must be a lie, how can it be so good so quickly?

His robe was not tied around the waist, and when the wind blew out of the door, he looked fluttering, like a crane that wanted to spread its wings.

I followed behind, and I always felt that this situation was familiar.

Maybe in the previous life, Wu Ning also walked behind Ji Yu like this, maybe he walked on the mountain road. The mountain wind is very strong -

I was in a trance, as if there was such a picture in front of me.

However, Shigong was not wearing white clothes. Rather, it was a blue-gray garment, but it had faded after being washed too many times, and it looked like it was a little cyan in the gray and white.

I made up my mind and hurried after him.

The gatekeepers were the two disciples who were usually very close to Senior Brother Lizhu, and they saw that the master was busy giving salutes.

Shigong waved his sleeves casually: "You guys disperse." You don't have to look here. ”

I know the hidden meaning of Shigong's words, looking at it is also white.

Pushing open the door, this room is probably used as a guest house, but it is rare for guests to come to Shahu, and the house is simply empty because the doors and windows are closed. There was no light, it was dark, and Bai Wan was curled up on the couch. Motionless, breathing thin and rapid.

Shigong stepped forward to take a look and straightened up: "She can't wake up yet." ”

How much effort did Bai Wan use to plot against his master? The force of the rebound made her hurt so badly?

This is called harming others and ultimately harming oneself, right? If she didn't start so hard, wouldn't she be able to suffer less at this time?

My grandfather and I both had something to ask her.

I reached out and flicked the lamp on the bedside, and the lamp came on. A red glow.

Bai Wan's brows furrowed, and his face was covered with cold sweat. The hair is scattered on the forehead and cheeks. The color of his lips was slightly purple, and his face was pale, which really looked like I was pitiful.

The thought that this is my own face makes my heart feel indescribably awkward.

Shigong groaned slightly, and suddenly said, "Come here." ”

I wasn't far away, but I stepped forward.

Shigong turned around and raised his hand to point between my eyebrows.

My eyes darkened, and my body fell limply forward.

How could Master use a dream spell on me?

My consciousness became heavier and heavier, as if I was about to sink into the abyss. I held on, holding my master's sleeve tightly with one hand, but I refused to close my eyes.

"Sleep." Shigong's voice was soft and distant, as if he was standing on a high cliff shore and talking.

His hand gently stroked my forehead, and my heart was inexplicably relieved, and I could no longer support it.

It was pitch black in front of me, and I tried to step forward, a hand reaching over to hold mine.

I shrank back slightly, and I heard my master say, "Go forward, don't be afraid." ”

My eyes gradually lit up, and my master was beside me, holding my hand and walking forward.

I was shocked to myself, this was obviously a dream.

I thought I was the only one who would use illusions to enter other people's dreams, but my master would too.

Where did he learn it? Still is...... It was originally an illusion that he knew, and I learned it from him?

Whose dream is this, the answer is about to come out.

I can't help but say that Shigong's method is the most efficient way at the moment.

But I always felt that there was something weird.

It's as if we're thieves sneaking into someone's house now.

No, it's more evil than that.

Thieves enter someone's house in order to steal property.

We sneaked into Bai Wan's dream to find the secret buried deep in her heart.

We stood in a wilderness, with a few scattered houses at the foot of the hill in front of us, and it was getting dark, and the dogs were barking wildly in the distance. Flocks of wild birds swept overhead and sank into the trees.

"What is this place?"

My grandfather didn't speak, but only pulled me forward. The grass was almost flooding the path, and there were a few small figures in the field, squatting there.

One stood up, carrying a basket of grass in one hand and wild herbs in the other. The others also got up one after another and walked back. Suddenly, several children rushed towards one of them, pushing and shoving the ground, snatching the child's straw basket with wild vegetables, and scattering in a hurry. Their noise was a little strange, and they were laughing from a distance: "Ugly monster, ugly monster, go home and find your mother!" ”

The child was left alone in the field, and she slowly got up from the ground, picked up the empty straw basket that had been trampled a few feet, and slowly walked back in the direction of the village.

My grandfather took me by the hand and followed her.

"This is Bai Wan?"

Shi Gong sighed.

The man in front of him had walked a little way, and suddenly turned around and looked in our direction with some confusion.

I knew she couldn't see anything, but instinctively dodged behind her master.

Her face was dark in the twilight, and I looked at it with all my eyes, and vaguely remembered that it was the child I had seen on the night on the incense boat.

She didn't see anything, turned her head, her body hunched slightly, and slowly walked forward again.

The house she had entered was far away from the other houses in the village, and there was no light in it, and after a while she heard the shrill screaming of a woman coming from inside the house.

If you hadn't heard it with your own ears, it would have been hard to imagine how anyone could have such a great hatred for their own flesh and blood, and these hatreds, despair, and cruel emotions have turned into strings of foul language, pouring out like a torrential rain.

Even if we're just in a dream, the swear words and insults are so sharp that they can tear our eardrums.

The door of the dilapidated house suddenly opened again, and the thin figure rushed out, running quickly into the distance.

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I'm sorry for the long hiatus.

Whether it's a friend who has been disappointed, or a friend who insists on staying and hasn't given up, I'm so sorry.

I won't abandon the pit, I'll finish this story.

The new pit has been excavated, and the clothes are p:///mmeb/ when the wedding is (to be continued,)