It's a dream.

Yim Weimin knew it from the beginning.

He looked at the pier and the waves not far away, and looked at the delicate door plaque on his side, which was engraved with the words "Lotus Garden", and left a small side door next to it, he knew that if he entered from the inside, he would pass through a verandah across the lake, and finally reach the painter's place.

Here is the game.

He had used the mouse to manipulate the characters to come here a thousand times, but he had never dreamed as if he were in it.

That's not bad.

He felt the wind on the river blowing on his face, with a slight moisture, and a smile in his mouth.

It was as if he had escaped from his father's reproach on the first day, and had escaped from the game—as if he didn't have to think about reality anymore, just to have a good time here.

There was a hint of nostalgia in his eyes.

The dock worker walked slowly from the side with a flat pole, and saw that the figure was a girl.

This game is like this, as long as you leave the line and fall into a small house, no matter whether the job is suitable or not, regardless of men and women, there are arrangements.

He remembered that it was here, watching a girl carrying a flat pole, knowing that the other party had gone offline, and this was just a data. But when he touched his chin, he always felt that even if it was offline, a girl's family should not do such heavy work.

So, what did he do?

He took out the drug, blew the other party out very decisively, and then bundled the sacks, mounted his horse, and went to the green building in the city.

Well, he thinks that even if a girl with a beautiful face is sold a ticket, she should go to a place with a lot of good-looking people.

It's just that he didn't sell it later.

Because this girl's trumpet had already been online, and she was running a mission, I saw him tie her up from the dock and prepare to sell it to the Qinglou.

Is this still worth it?

Let's not mention that the two later quarreled on the street, let's just say that Yan Weimin heard his friend laugh several times later, and found that he was sold to play the piano in the Qinglou, and he also took a screenshot.

Well, he knew, the girl must have done it.

He thought about it again.

Knowing the time when he went offline so accurately, and then kidnapped the ticket, I'm afraid it didn't add his enemy, right?

He couldn't laugh or cry.

Before this game could be played, it was remembered by a girl.

Of course, he would not say how pleased he was with this girl's tenderness and concern later.

The melancholy, the sighs, the inexplicable emotions also came to him, and he pursed his lips and turned to leave the place, when the girl he had been thinking about crashed into his eyes.

"Silent ......"

The girl's fair face, a faint smile, and a beautiful dress, tilted her head from a distance to look at him, just like before.

He couldn't help but whisper his name.

"Wei Min, long time no see." She approached.

He couldn't help but look at her feet, watching her brisk steps, "Your feet ......" He hesitated, and when he got closer, he found that the girl's face revealed a slight pinkness, and it was no longer as pale as before.

"It's a game here, it's your dream, and you want my feet to be intact, that's why I'm like this."

There was seven points of joy in her tone, and three points of coquettishness.

It's like counting days.

"Yes, yes......" he whispered. He always felt as if he had forgotten something, but looking at the girl's face, he felt that it didn't matter.

He...... It seems like I haven't seen her in a long time.

Some of the scars actually existed for a long time, but at this moment, both of them subconsciously forgot about it.

Because, it hurts so much.

When those wounds are touched, it hurts to the deepest part of the heart.

Like nostalgia, and like nostalgia, the two walked together, walked through their memories in this Ming Dynasty, and came to the end of the sun.

The peach blossoms in the peach grove are flying, and the red color in March is gradually dyeing the whole vision.

The petals fluttered in the wind, softening the young man's smiling face, and the girl's eyes were full of complexity, but she still gently took his hand and gently led it to the clearing.

"Remember?" Her eyes were dark and bright, and she looked at him expectantly and whispered.

"Yes." He also laughed, touching her head with his big hand, "Here, I said, I like you." ”

The girl looked at him fixedly, smiled, and took his hand and rubbed her cheek, "At that time, I wanted to do this." ”

No amount of intimacy and suppressed emotions in the game can be expressed, and it comes to reality......

The two men fell silent.

The wind also tirelessly blew the petals of the flowers, enveloping the land as if by magic.

And the magic has a moment to stop.

The girl looked into his eyes, a trace of pain flashed in her eyes, and finally flicked her hand decisively—as if brushing away the light veil that was hidden in her mind.

There was a brief confusion in the boy's eyes, and then he fixed his mind and saw her again.

The surrounding environment looks so beautiful and harmless, and the girl in front of her also looks so gentle and weak. But the young man seemed to have seen a ghost, and instantly took a step back.

The girl didn't speak, just looked down at the let go of her hand and chuckled meaninglessly.

Is it still necessary? Perhaps there is no need to make a big deal at all, such an attitude has long been enough to show......

It's just that at this point, she won't end her wish at all without asking.

"Wei Min." She said softly.

The young man's brows furrowed fiercely, "Why are you here?" ”

"It's your dream." Afraid to see some of the other person's expressions that she didn't want to see, she continued, "I just wanted to ask you some questions. ”

"Ask, and I'll leave."

"What?"

"When I was separated from you, I deliberately said that if it was because I died, you said that I should not do anything stupid."

"Tell me, Yan Weimin, when you said this, were you afraid of the responsibility and guilt you had to bear, or did you really feel sorry for me."

The boy was silent.

She closed her eyes.

He took a deep breath and asked again, "So, now, are you afraid that I will kill you?" ”

Everything in the dream was controlled by her, and the thoughts and memories of the people in the dream flooded into her mind like invisible data.

The cowardice and cowardice of the boy in evading the responsibilities of the family, the joy and joy between the boy and her, the discomfort and panic of the boy in her strong liking, the exhaustion of the boy, the panic and anxiety of the boy when he saw that she was not good at doing things.

Scenes flashed, and finally, she found-

In the night, the young man's fists clenched, trying to calm down but unable to control the trembling of his voice.

"So, am I going to die?"

……

It turned out that everything was so clear.

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