Stepping on the dry cobblestones of the riverbank, I exhaled a cool breath. It's the end of February, and it's still so cold, it doesn't feel like a temperate climate at all. I followed last night's dream, hoping to find out where Li Xiaoyou smashed the Eight Music Stone thirteen years ago. But because the memory was so weak, and there was a flood at that time, I really couldn't recall it.

Sitting bored on a large pebble on the shore, I picked up a pebble and threw it into the river. The stone fell into the gently flowing water, stirring up a high splash. I watched it interestingly, trying to recall more memories of the past, and at the same time unconsciously throwing stones into the river, I don't know how long it took.

I looked up at the sky by chance, only to find that the original bright sunshine was gone. The sun took refuge in the thick clouds. The sky suddenly became as dark as evening. The atmosphere around me was oppressive, and the cold wind blew on my face, making me shiver. It's cold! Even if you wrap your coat tightly, you will feel cold. The weather in this ghost place is really a little inexplicable!

I stood up and was about to go home, when I was about to turn around when I suddenly heard a sound in the open space. What is the call of the people. Listen to the voice, it should be a girl. It's sweet, so sweet it's irresistible.

I turned around and looked around, a radius of a thousand meters, and there was no one in the sight.

Rubbing my ears vigorously, I took a deep breath in confusion. But the sound didn't go away, it became clearer.

"Saya, come here."

"Xiaoye, come here......"

I swerved around a few times after following the source, and finally determined that the sound was actually coming from the Yangma River. It's really not a clear voice, like a mother's call, and like your best friend who needs help after drowning. It's more like, it's calling my name!

My brain was in a trance at the sound, and I walked towards the river in a daze, step by step. The shoes stepped into the river, and in the confused eyes, it seemed that a small shadow could be seen at the bottom of the water. It was covered in golden light, and its dazzling eyes almost burned through its vision.

I kept walking stupidly, completely oblivious to the fact that I couldn't swim. The river was flooded up to the thighs, and the bottom of the river ahead was a very large, steep and deep slope, and it only took one more step to fall into a situation from which there would be no return.

At this moment, a small, slender white hand grabbed me. At that moment, I immediately came to my senses. Subconsciously looked forward, where was there anything golden under the water in front of me. There is only the river, the flowing river.

Looking back, my life-saver turned out to be the small and delicate girl who pulled me out of the crowd a few days ago. She looked at me with a nervous face, and waited until I was completely out of the Yangma River, then she let out a long breath, and her look of horror relaxed slightly.

My fright was not much smaller, and my heart was still beating wildly when I thought of the danger just now. The brain was in a mess, and I don't know why I was nervous and walked towards Heyang. I don't know if I have heard the sound of Ruowu and seen the golden shadow at the bottom of the Yangma River. Perhaps, everything is auditory and visual hallucinations. I've been in a lot of mood lately, and it's probably normal for this to happen.

But if it's not your problem. So, is there really something that science can't explain?

I shook my head vigorously, trying to shake off the tangled confusion. Then he looked at his savior. When she saw me looking at herself, she quietly showed a sweet smile. The messy black hair is blown away by the wind, and it is cute and wants people to pinch it.

"The ......," I was about to say thanks, but the girl had already taken my hand and pulled me far away from the riverbank. Then he looked at me intently again. Her big beautiful eyes didn't blink, and her clear eyes could even reflect my shadow.

Maybe it's because her eyes are too pure, and I've been stared at so aggressively since I was a child, but I felt a little shy for the first time. Cheeky reddened slightly, I looked away from her and asked, "What's your name?" ”

She didn't answer, just stared at me blankly and smiled brightly.

I scratched my head in embarrassment, "So, where do you live?" ”

Still silent. Depressed, how is it exactly the same as the situation of the next meeting. I sighed, picked up some dry wood nearby, lit a fire, and took off my shoes to roast. The girl looked good, stretched out her finger and carefully poked my shoe, and then giggled very happily.

I sighed again, and it seemed that I couldn't communicate. So he didn't ask any more questions, just stared at the flames in front of him. The recent encounter has been miserable enough, and it seems that it hasn't been smooth since coming to this ghost place. It's as if something is secretly teasing him, and even wants his own life.

But from the scientific explanation, or out of logical thinking, everything seems to be suspicious and suspicious. There should still be some key places left in that lost memory. It's just that I didn't recall it for a while. Was last night's dream a good start, or the beginning of a deeply hidden tragedy?

Involuntarily, I thought of the girl named Li Xiaoyou in my dream again. In retrospect, she must have loved herself very much. And what did you think at the time? Time has passed, and it is completely impossible to guess. But when I think of her, I still have a deep sadness in my heart.

She said that she was raised by the village people to serve the great god since she was a child. Perhaps the history of the horse farming village for thousands of years has always had such a custom. Each generation will raise a so-called holy woman, and if the holy woman of the past generations has not encountered floods until she dies of old age, she is fine, and she can live a carefree life. But unfortunately, there was a flood, and the villagers had to throw it into the Yangma River as a sacrifice.

Such examples are not uncommon in ancient times and even in other parts of the world. It's just that it has gradually disappeared in the last few hundred years, and I didn't expect that the vulgarity of ignorance happened in front of my eyes thirteen years ago.

Did you see it with your own eyes at the time? Is this the key to my selective amnesia? But how can we explain the strange phenomena we have encountered recently?

It seems that the cause of all events occurred after the flood thirteen years ago, as did the phenomenon of feigned life. It's so puzzling!

The girl next to me was distracted when she saw that I wanted to do something, and she was very sensible and didn't bother. She sat down next to me and rested her head on my shoulder, looking contented.

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