"Jin Se has fifty strings for no reason, one string and one pillar Si Hua Nian. Zhuang Shengxiao dreams of butterflies, and hopes that the emperor will trust the cuckoo in spring. There are tears in the pearl of the sea and the moon, and the blue field is warm and the jade is smoking. Can this be recalled? It's just that it was already clear at the time. Xue Wan replied by reciting Li Shangyin's poem "Jin Se" in a low voice.

Zhuang Shengxiao dreamed of butterflies, and after waking up, he was in a trance, not knowing whether he was a human being and dreaming of a butterfly, or being a butterfly and dreaming of a human, wandering between reality and dream. The Tang Dynasty poet Li Shangyin lamented the wisdom, thoughtfulness, debate, and request of Zhuangzi in the past and wrote the poem "Jin Se", not to explain the customs and sing the wind and moon, but to leave an immortal famous debate for future generations. Whether it is the ancient philosophers in Europe and Greece who looked up to the gods and retreated from reality, or the Chinese speculators who sat down and talked about the Tao and worked hard to think about it, there was this kind of ancient heavenly question that "reality is a dream, and dreams are reality".

Ding Jun immediately understood what Xue Wan meant, his brows furrowed slightly, and the feeling of dilemma aggravated a few points.

According to his understanding, Xue Wan at this moment can no longer tell whether the experience of "crossing the long river into the valley of petrification" is a real dream, just like the truth when the lie is repeated a thousand times as the saying goes, and finally leads to the sad situation of "three people become tigers and spread falsehoods".

"Xue Wan, I only believe you in one word." Ding Jun held Xue Wan's right hand with his left hand, and was shocked to find that her hand was as cold as an ice pick, so he hurriedly stretched out his right hand and held Xue Wan's other hand steadily.

Xue Wan smiled sadly and asked blankly, "Is it?"

Ding Jun nodded gently and resolutely: "Yes."

Xue Wan's lips gradually lost their bloody color, leaving only a row of shallow tooth marks.

"It is precisely because you believe in me that I dare not make an assertion lightly. Because" Xue Wan leaned into Ding Jun's arms, "You only believe in one sentence from me, it will be the most important sentence in my life, and in the rest of my life, I may regret or suffer from this sentence." To you, it's just a sentence, but to me, it's a proverb that is more important than my own life. So, you know what? I'd rather shut up at this moment and not say a word, just hoping to have peace of mind for the rest of my life. ”

Her mournful appearance broke Ding Jun's heart, and all the memories in her mind were like the beach after the ebb tide, all of which were cleaned, and at the bottom of her eyes, there was only a snowy night like "dancing hall waving cold sleeves and not eating fireworks in the world".

At this minute, Ding Jun wishes the two of them to stand for eternity, stop between the dilemma of advancing and retreating, neither advancing nor retreating, neither timid nor afraid, just hugging each other outside the sight of the world, living in the moment when there is a soul in the heart and water and milk.

The next hug and gaze, obsession and kiss all happened unconsciously, and by the time the passion burned out and the souls of the two returned to their bodies, they had been embracing each other for nearly three hours.

"Snow night." Ding Jun whispered her name.

Xue Wan stretched out her slender index finger and gently pressed Ding Jun's lips, her cheeks flushed, and she was extremely shy.

The next three words that Ding Jun wanted to say were also suppressed by the fingers with cold incense.

"Don't say anything, I don't want a future, just this moment, because the people of Guge, the people of the Female City, the people who go under the Himalayas have no future. It's perfect to have this moment, perfect like an unawake dream, isn't it?" Xue Wan whispered, and the other four fingers also covered it, gently roaming around Ding Jun's face.

The pity in Ding Jun's heart overflowed layer by layer, and she couldn't wait to turn into the warmest and softest duvet in the world, covering her body, caring for her whole life, and no longer letting her worry for a moment.

"It's strange to say that your face is so familiar to me. I had this feeling when I first met in Torrin, but why? Have we seen each other in a previous life and met again in this life?" The sound of the snow night was as light as a piece of edelweiss, lingering in Ding Jun's ears.

"Singing? Where did the singing come from?" Ding Jun's ears suddenly caught a deep and sad singing. He looked around, and there was no second person on the riverside except for him and Xue Wan. The huge whirlpool that constantly swims in the river rushes close to the shore several times, and then suddenly disappears, dancing alone in the river, drawing a complex and changeable paradoxical trajectory.

"I heard that, too." Xue Wan raised her head.

Later, the two shouted almost in unison: "The song comes from the river!"

Judging carefully, the song floated over the river, moving with the whirlpool.

"The song floats out of the whirlpool, that is, the singer is ...... Just ......" Xue Wan's lips trembled slightly, and the face that had just been a little bloody became extremely pale again.

Ding Jun continued for her: "The singer is in the middle of the river or even at the bottom of the river, here is a glacier under the Himalayas, there will be no mermaids or anything like that." So, the only explanation is that someone is at the bottom of the river. ”

This conclusion is very striking, man is not a fish, and it is impossible for him to speak naturally in the water.

"If someone is singing underwater, then what you have experienced is real, not a hallucination." Ding Jun took a deep breath and gently pushed Xue Wan away.

He faced a boulder about twenty paces away from the river bank in front of him, held his index finger in front of him, and silently calculated the exact distance between the stone and the bank using the triangular proportional equidistant method, and calculated that the exact distance between the stone and the bank was 16 meters. The top of the stone is more than two meters above the river, and it is always exposed on the surface of the river when the whirlpool is raging, and it can be used as a temporary foothold.

To get a closer look at the whirlpool, one had to leave the bank and go to the middle of the river. After Ding Jun found the first foothold, he could move forward in a row, and continue to look for the second and third footholds until he understood this section of the river clearly. Although he could not climb the water and step on the snow without a trace like the ancient light skill masters, he could reach his destination without danger by running and speeding up with a few nearby stones slightly below the water surface as the transition point.

"Don't go, that's too dangerous." Xue Wan hurriedly stopped him.

Ding Jun shook his head: "People in the rivers and lakes always have to do something dangerous, otherwise, how can they achieve their wishes?" The edge of the sword was sharpened, and a sword like mine had been hidden in its sheath for so long that it was almost rusty. By the way, you have to tell me how you came back to the city of women the last time you left the bottom of the river in a canoe?"

This is another unsolved doubt hidden in his heart, when he encountered a mirage on the bank of the Xiangquan River, and under the confusion of his mind, he put his personal life and death aside and ran forward. He felt himself rushed into a thick, warm and humid fog, which was tangible, qualitative, and powerful, slowly enveloping and lifting him, and blocking the auditory and sensory functions of his five senses, making him unable to hear, to see, to speak, or to move, at the mercy of the mist. He did not fall asleep, but lost the ability to interact with the world.

"The mirage is a unique method of blinding, when we open the door to the women's city, we will lay a mirage on the Xiangquan River in advance to resist the detection of various military satellites in the sky. As soon as the fog on the river is combined, the high-tech steel pontoon bridge at the bottom of the river will go up, building a flat passage to send the people of the women's city in and out safely. Xue Wan replied.

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