By the time Xiao Ling's crying stopped, it had been a long time, I was a little tired, and sleepiness also came, and I yawned a long time, and then I found that Xiao Ling had fallen asleep with her head resting on my legs. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

In addition to Xiao Ling's even breathing, only the faint flow of the underground river remained. I was about to take a nap, but suddenly I thought of what Pan Guizi stuffed into me, which was a bamboo tube the thickness of a finger and more than ten centimeters long.

I unscrewed the bamboo tube, and there was a roll of brown paper inside, which looked a little old, and it smelled musty and smoky. I carefully pulled out the paper roll and slowly unfolded it.

Under the flashlight, as the paper scroll slowly unfolds, a painting is gradually revealed.

In the painting is an octagonal pavilion with a cluster of bamboos on the left side and a cluster of peonies on the right, with seven peony flowers of different colors and a budding flower bone.

In the pavilion, there is a stone table and a stone chair, and on the stone table is a jade net bottle, and two willow leaves stick out of the bottle.

On the chair, a woman put her elbows on the table, her hands on her cheeks, looking at the jade bottle, her eyebrows frowning slightly, her eyes were blurred, and she was thoughtful.

"What did Pan Kidnapper give me this painting for?" I thought to myself, "Is there a secret hidden in the painting?" ”

However, I looked at it for a long time, and I didn't see anything unusual, except that the painting itself was a few years old. I put the painting back in the bamboo tube, carefully put it in hand, turned off the flashlight, leaned against the rock wall, closed my eyes and fell asleep.

In the dream, I was lying on a stone table, and when I looked up, I saw at a glance a jade net bottle with willow branches inserted, and through the crossed willow branches, I saw a smiling face. A delicate and lovely face, a pair of phoenix eyes under the eyebrows of the lying silkworm, watery and shiny, as if it is a pool of clear lake water.

I suddenly had an inexplicable familiarity with her, as if she was a lover who had not seen her for a thousand years, and as if she was a wife who had been in love every day, and the feeling of being reunited after a long absence was both happy and sad.

She stood up, picked a bamboo leaf and a peony, put it into a blue and white porcelain teacup, and poured water into the jade bottle. I walked up behind her and gently wrapped my arms around her slender waist, my chin resting on her shoulder, her faint body fragrance penetrating my nose, making me feel like I was drunk, intoxicated.

There was a burst of white steaming water in the teacup, and there was a lot of water in the cup, and after the white vapor dissipated, I saw a different scene. Through the white clouds, in front of you is a verdant forest, in the forest, the white walls and red tile spires like tower-like buildings rise from the ground, the tower-shaped buildings of high and low staggered form a city, the roads in the city are criss-crossed, people come and go on the road, bustling, a harmonious and prosperous scene.

Suddenly, there was a loud noise like a collapse, and the billowing smoke and dust swept all over the sky, and everything in front of me was suddenly shrouded in smoke and dust, and I slowly woke up.

There is nothing special about this dream, to put it bluntly, it is just a meeting with the beautiful woman in the painting. But what puzzled me was that I had never felt the subtle feeling of being close to reality in my dreams, the feeling of liking being with someone.

Maybe it's thinking about it every day and dreaming at night, but not long after my wife left, I found a new love, and I felt guilty about her, so I felt like this. Thinking of this, my eyes were sore, and a tear slipped down from my eyes, and I thought that she knew how sad and sad she was.

Xiao Ling woke up soon after, and we walked along the river. The view was getting wider and wider, but the ground was covered with sharp gravel, which rattled and rolled under it, making even the simplest walk difficult.

We supported each other, and walked along the river with one foot deep and one foot shallow, and suddenly we noticed a dark shadow walking towards us, only to see him limping and walking with some difficulty. When I got closer, it was He Shuxiang. I saw that his clothes were ragged, covered with blood, and his glasses were gone.

"Where's Pan Ye?" As soon as he walked in front of me, I asked him.

He Shuxiang smiled bitterly and said: "That Li bread is really powerful, I was knocked off the cliff by him, but fortunately, there is a river under the cliff, and I luckily picked up a life." Pan Ye fought with those little Japanese, and he didn't know if he was still alive now. ”

We continued to move forward, the gravel land was quickly replaced by the sand, and after walking along the sand, a lake appeared in front of us, the lake water was not clear, the flashlight shone past, the lake water was brown, and there were many black flocculent floating in it, which made people feel very uncomfortable. The lake is so vast that the flashlight can't shine on the opposite edge, and I don't know how big it is. We didn't have a boat, so we had to walk along the shore of the lake.

There is no sun and moon in the cave, and I don't know how long I walked, but something appeared on the monotonous shore of the lake, and when I got closer, it was actually a tower-shaped building, the building was pitch black, and it was obliquely inserted in the sand of the lake shore, and even so, the building was seven or eight meters high. When I saw this tower, my mind suddenly flashed back to the scene I had seen in my dream, a tower-shaped building with white walls and red tile spires.