Qin Mu followed behind the child curiously, because this was a person's memory, Qin Mu's existence was almost transparent, and no one here would find out about Qin Mu's existence, including the owner of this dream.

The child walked forward very happily, and stopped moving about halfway through, standing by the river and walking around a few times, looking very anxious, shouting everywhere but getting no response.

Qin Mu just fell far away, and did not get close, it was very interesting to see the child's anxious look at this time, what could this little kid do to make him anxious like this?

Qin Mu walked over, and saw a woman in a light veil floating in the river that didn't seem to be deep, the woman was wearing a cyan light veil, and there was nothing in the light veil, because it was wet and stuck to the woman's chest, and it was vaguely as if she could still see the two blushes on her chest.

"Sister—sister—don't stand in the water! Sister—" The boy cried anxiously on the shore, and ran to and fro on his little short legs, and he even ran into the river, but his little short legs, as soon as he entered, were already submerged in his knees.

"Sister-you stand still and don't move, Xiaowen will save you." The little kid endured the fear of the water, and walked towards the woman standing in the middle of the river little by little, the woman kept her head down, her hair hanging down to cover her face, Qin Mu couldn't really see what it looked like.

When the child was about to approach the woman, the river at this time had already sunk into his chest, even Qin Mu was anxious for him, turning around on the bank, in the child's consciousness, Qin Mu belonged to the kind of thing that did not exist, this is his dream, he is the god in this dream, he said that whoever exists exists, what does not exist, never exists.

Qin Mu walked over and picked up the child in the center of the river in vain, his hand ran through the child's body alive, to no avail, and smiled bitterly, he had thought of it a long time ago.

I just glanced at the woman who had been standing quietly next to me, and at this time the woman raised her head slightly, and under her black hair, there was an extremely familiar face.

Wenxiu.

A certain face in my memory finally matches the child, isn't this a miniature version of Sikong Wenzheng? It's just that I have a bun like that, and I can't recognize it.

reminds me of Wenxiu once said that because of his love for Sikong Wenzheng, he would give up Xiuwei to be with him, that is to say, a long time ago, Wenxiu was just a ghost.

Thinking of this, Qin Mu was taken aback, and when he looked at the child again, it was clear that the water level had already submerged in his chest, but he was still stubbornly holding on to Wenxiu's clothes, there was no trace of impurities on his innocent little face, and his eyes were crystal clear.

Wen Xiu evoked a mocking smile and reached out to touch the child's forehead, but was a little hesitant to look at it with such a pure gaze.

There seemed to be something at the bottom of the river that made an ugly screaming sound, Qin Mu was stunned for a moment, remembering the purple child he met on the island in the middle of the lake, and really let Qin Mu guess correctly, Wenxiu and the purple giant baby were one and the same before, and they belonged to a variant of ghost addiction.

Listening to such a voice, Wenxiu's eyes were resolute, as if he had made some kind of determination, and put his arm on the child's shoulder, but at that moment, the river surged, and a big mouth of blood rose behind Wenxiu, and the child just glanced at it, and his body was like a trembling sieve.

"Sister, run!" The child gritted his teeth and said with fear, obviously he was so scared, and he was dragging someone to run, how could he run away in such a river.

Qin Mu's heart rose to his throat, seeing that the child was swallowed by a blood basin and fought with the purple giant baby, he knew that the giant baby just didn't chew, and there were corrosive things in his tongue, if the child was contaminated with such a thing, he might die in Huangquan.

However, what Qin Mu was worried about did not happen in the end, and at the last moment, the woman suddenly pushed the child out of the water, and sank to the bottom of the river with the things below.

Only the child's blank expression was left, crying on the river.

The surrounding picture was distorted for a while, and there was a strong white light, under such a strong light, Qin Mu had to close his eyes, and when he opened it again, he found that it was still the small river, and the child had grown up a little, and was lying on the ground talking to the river.

"Sister, the master praised me today."

"Sister, you are so beautiful, why don't you leave here?"

"Sister, this is a steamed bun made by my mother, but it's delicious, it's good for you to taste it."

“……”

Qin Mu stood beside the boy, at the beginning, Wenxiu just stood quietly in the water as for the first time, and then slowly approached, playing with the boy, and the boy, coming and going every day, before or after school, had to play with Wenxiu by the river.

There have been many times when Wenxiu has had the opportunity to eat this child, but every time he comes to the end, he looks at the child's pure face and refuses to do it.

And whenever he left, Wenxiu always stood quietly on the water, looking at the direction of the child's departure for a long time, his eyes from the beginning of incomprehension to the most reluctant.

From the boy's immature face at the beginning, gradually growing up, becoming a teenager with a shy smile, Qin Mu stood on the side of the road, like those silent trees, silently watching the growth of the child, the only thing that remained unchanged was his figure as always.

Don't talk about that Wenxiu, it's Qin Mu, they are all moved.

On such a day, I don't know how many years have passed, the boy has grown from a childish boy to a young man, that day, he wore new clothes, carried a new schoolbag - it was made of bamboo, and came to the river with a smile, and told the woman who had grown up with him since childhood.

"Sister, I'm going to Beijing to take the exam, and when I become a big official, I'll marry my sister and go home."

Wenxiu did not surface that day, she hid under the water and listened quietly to the child's oath, the child stubbornly waited for Wenxiu to appear by the river, but this was a night, and at dawn, the child left helplessly.

Wen Xiu shook her head with a smile, looking at the child's stunned back, tears overflowing her eyes, looking at the direction of the boy's departure, she knew her identity, and knew that the gap between the two could never be crossed.

For a long time, the boy didn't come.

Wenxiu often waited on the shore for a long time, from spring to winter, from winter to summer, year after year, the leaves on the roadside were yellow and green, and the weeds on the shore were deep and shallow.

Year after year, month after month, the boy did not appear after all.

Seeing this, Qin Mu suddenly thought, where is this Sikong Wenzheng's dream, Sikong Wenzheng's old man drank Meng Po soup and was reincarnated in Sikong's house again, how could he remember the past, the only possibility, this is the dream of the ghost who loves Wenxiu.