Darkness, despair, confusion.

He walked in the middle of nowhere, and saw nothing.

There was a noise behind him, and he tried to grasp the saber at his waist vigilantly, only to find that he had nothing on him.

"Brother Chen...... It's me. A pair of soft rings around his waist made him tremble.

"Yu'er? Yu'er! Surprised for a moment, he turned around and wanted to wrap up the woman behind him, but found that the person had turned into a puff of green smoke, leaving a faint fragrance.

No, his Yu'er had long since died, dead in his arms, there was no room for redemption, and now, this was a dream, and he knew it was a dream.

The picture turns back, in the green bamboo forest, birds and insects chirp.

The plain white dress of the woman in the forest, the warm jade butterfly flower between the ears adds a bit of agility.

She half-crouched among the fallen leaves, scooped up the sake in the jar with a wooden spoon, took a deep breath, and a sweet smile rippled on her lips.

The fresh green half-covers the hazy figure, and the skirt that is as pure as snow is spread flat on the ground, just like a dusty white lotus in Tanzhong.

"Brother Chen?" She saw him, and her sweet voice was deliberately elongated. "Look, there's the fragrance of peach blossoms, the drunkenness of pear blossoms, and your favorite bamboo shadow."

She pointed to a few jars of good wine on the ground, slightly rolled up her cloud sleeves, and her wrists were frosty and snowy.

He wanted to take a step forward, but he stopped.

Dreams are barren and shattered at the touch of a button, and he doesn't dare to touch them, and he doesn't want to touch them.

Luo Yu used a celadon bowl to hold a bowl of "Looking for Bamboo Shadow", the cold wine aroma mixed with the taste of green bamboo, mixed with a little spicy liquor to add bright color to it.

She placed the bowl on the stone table, and sat there, as she had done many years ago, in the evening, and explained to him how to make wine.

"Although the wine is mellow, it messes people's minds, don't be greedy." Her eyes were pure and beautiful, without a trace of earthly filth.

He closed his eyes, woke up, and couldn't indulge anymore.

The appearance of her lying in his arms before she died is still vivid, her reluctant smile, his desolate grief.

"Live well, become your own child, and let someone else take care of you instead of me. Don't cry, as long as I am happy, I will be content......" Before the words were finished, she left him forever.

Now he is no longer the bloody boy who couldn't bear it back then, time has been sharpened enough that he can bear anything, whether it is pain or comfort, his heart will not have a ripple.

When I opened my eyes, the picture was foggy.

The red candle is happy in the room, the tent is heavy, and the entanglement is hazy.

The corners of his lips unconsciously raised, outlining a cold smile.

These dreams are really interesting.

On the edge of the bed sat a beautiful woman with a beaded curtain covering her face, motionless.

He looked out the window with his hands down, and the moon was in the sky.

It's time to wake up, there's still so much to do that he can't afford to waste time dreaming in this senseless realm.

"Jinchen?" The beauty on the edge of the bed took off the beaded curtain, and the red makeup was lightly applied, which was as beautiful as a fantasy.

"Su Jin......" He frowned and took a step back, it could be her......

The beauty in red moved the lotus step lightly, smiling and demagoguery.

Qianqian's index finger was on his cheek, slightly cool and refreshing, soft lips were gently pursed, and eyelashes trembled slightly.

He froze, neither advancing nor retreating.

She stood on tiptoe, the fragrance lingering around her.

Little by little, she approached, and as his lips touched, he suddenly came to his senses and pushed her away.

"What? You, don't like me? Or ......" she smiled slightly, "not wanting to admit it?" ”

He took a deep breath, rubbed his eyebrows, ignored them, and turned to leave.

Turning around to meet him, it was a familiar face.

"Brother Chen, who is she?" Luo Yu held back tears in his eyes and pointed to Su Jin behind him.

He glanced back, Su Jin was holding a wine glass, and his tone was blurred. "Come here, have this drink."

He clenched his fists, beads of sweat oozing from his forehead.

It was dark and bright in front of him, and he suddenly woke up.

Unfamiliar rooms, walls of earthen ramparts, half-burned candles.

He was just about to get up when he pulled the wound on his lower back, and the pain deepened, and he had to lie down again.

There was a man lying on his chest, his face like snow.

She slept soundly, with bruises on her face and hands.

He unconsciously smiled and reached for her long hair.

It stopped there at the moment of touch, and slowly withdrew its hand.

He pulled the coat around him and put it on her back.

He closed his eyes again, tired and sleepy.

Stop here, the two of them are not on the same road after all......