Screens, pale blue bed tents, vases painted with mandal flowers...... Everything is so familiar, as if these 50,000 years of time are equivalent to wasting here, leaving no trace of this hall at all.

Even the futon on that big bed looked like it used to be.

And her second intimacy with Shen Jiuli was on this big bed......

There seemed to be boiling water in her heart, and that **** was just a dream distance for her, who would have thought that there would be a long time of 50,000 years in between?

Everything is there now, but he's gone—

After all, she had just woken up after three days of death, and her body was still very tired, but she didn't feel much sleep.

She remembered that time travel again, and remembered the last moment, when she was about to say that she was from 50,000 years later, but her soul left her body and traveled back again!

Is this a coincidence? Or can't this matter be said?

I just left, did that body faint or return to my self 50,000 years ago?

Will Shen Jiuli notice? What will he do?

Thousands of questions swirled in her mind, and her head hurt when she thought about it!

Just cover yourself with a quilt and go to sleep!

Her eyes fell on the quilt again, and she clearly remembered that she was lying in this quilt and sharing the bed with Shen Jiuli, and she slept until dawn.

Now there are only her and Xiao Nianmo in the quilt......

There seems to be a soft part of my heart as if someone has struck me suddenly, and the pain is unstoppable.

The saddest thing is that things are not people-

She closed her eyes again, if she dreamed, would she travel back in time and see him again?

With this beautiful fantasy, she fell asleep in a daze.

In fact, not only did she not dream of Shen Jiuli again that night, but she never dreamed of him for four or five days in a row.

……

Heavens, it started to rain lightly.

The light rain is obliquely woven into a rain curtain, making the world hazy.

The sound of a flute came melodiously from afar, resounding in the drizzly night.

Ning Xuemo frowned slightly, that Luo Jiuchen would blow the flute for half a day in the past few days, to be honest, the sound of the flute was really good, and his skill could catch up with the legendary Xiao Shi who could blow the flute and attract the phoenix.

That is to say, no birds and beasts in this Brahma Palace can come in by themselves, otherwise his flute may be able to attract a phoenix, even if it can't attract a phoenix, at least a peacock can be brought in......

The sound of his flute made Ning Xuemo faintly feel familiar, but after thinking about it, he couldn't remember hearing it there.

She has an amazing memory, and she has the memory of three lifetimes, and there is no memory of this flute sound in these three lifetimes, so when has she heard it?

It can't be the prenatal music she heard in her mother's womb, right?!

Every time she heard this music, she was a little irritable, and now in this boundless rainy night, hearing his somewhat sad flute sound again made her even more irritable.

Xiao Nianmo was reading a book, and he was also very tired of hearing this, covered his ears, and puffed out his mouth and complained: "Is this person annoying?" Blowing ...... like mourning every day"

Ning Xuemo touched his head: "Mother, go out and have a look." ”

Xiao Nianmo held the corner of her clothes: "Mother, this person is an old fox, don't fall for him......"

Ning Xue smiled indifferently and flicked his head: "Of course not!" Who are you and me? Definitely won't fall for him! ”

turned around and walked out, and casually set up a soundproof barrier in the room, so as not to let the sound of the flute disturb his son again.

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