At night, in the Gobi Desert, yellow sand, and strong winds, a team of merchants transporting goods hid in a somewhat dilapidated house to burn a fire to keep warm.

A child of about three years old is curled up in the arms of a man in a black robe. I don't know why, even in a dream, Xiao Wu knew that the child was her.

Those people were dressed in the clothes of ancient people, and they carried scimitars at their waists, and it was obvious that it was still the era of cold weapons. The boy stared blankly at the haircut.

Suddenly, the merchants began to stir, "The wolves are here again!" The exhausted men drew their scimitars and waited.

"We've been chased by wolves for five days, and if we continue like this, we're all doomed," said an old man with a gray beard, who looked around the room with a cruel gaze on the dozen or so people, and finally landed on the man with the child in his arms, "You've been following our caravan and have been taken care of by us a lot, isn't it time to do something about it?" ”

The black-robed man looked up at the old man coldly, but did not speak.

Several men followed the old man and walked up to the black-robed man, "That kid is a fool, throw him out to buy us time to escape." ”

A sneer appeared on the corner of the man's mouth, he stood up with the child in his arms, pointed at the old man and said coldly to the other men: "If you kill this old thing, I will help you kill the wolf." ”

The old man was furious, "Kill him and that little cub and throw them out to feed the wolves!" ”

Seven or eight men rushed up.

"Don't kill him, please don't kill him." Xiao Wu woke up screaming, there was no yellow sand, no wolves, no killing. She stroked her beating heart and gasped, what kind of dream was this?

She sat up, saw that it was nearly 8 o'clock, and quickly jumped up and rushed into the bathroom to wash up.

After packing up, Mao Linsen's phone called, saying that he had arrived at the gate of the community.

Hexiang Cemetery is about an hour's drive from the city, Xiao Wu got into the car in a daze, Mao Linsen glanced at her, "I drank wine last night, didn't sleep well?" ”

"Hmm," Xiao Wu nodded, "Headache." ”

"Don't overdo it in the future."

"Well, don't drink it, or I'll always have strange dreams."

"What strange dreams did you dream about?"

"Brother Lin, it's really weird, and it's very real, like watching a movie."

"Oh?"

"I saw a man who was killed by a group of people holding a child, and was thrown outside to feed the wolves, and the strangest thing is that I think the child is me."

Mao Linsen frowned and thought for a while, "Where are they in the dream?" ”

"It seems that on the ancient Silk Road, in the Gobi Desert, I met wolves. There was a man in a black robe holding me, no, a child. A group of vicious people are going to throw me, no, out and feed the children to the wolves. ”

"And then?" Mao Linsen asked quietly.

"So they rushed over and killed the black-robed man and me."

"That's what you dreamed of?" He asked curiously.

"I didn't see them killed, I just saw a few big men rushing up, and I woke up."

"That's not killed." He chuckled.

"But seven or eight men rushed up with knives, and there were hungry wolves outside, how could they live?"

He couldn't stop laughing, "The man killed the caravan leader with one move, and then went out alone to kill the wolves, and it didn't take much effort." ”

“…… Is that the case? ”

"Hmm."

"Oh, okay, I'm really scared." Xiao Wu patted her chest, reacted suddenly, and looked at him, "How do you know this is the case?" ”

"Dreams are the subconscious of people, and if you think like this, you will dream like this." He lied in all seriousness.

He couldn't remember how many years ago, but he remembered the old man's eyes glaring when he slashed off his head.

Xiao Wu blinked, "How do you know it's the head of the caravan, did I just say it's a caravan?" ”

"What is not a caravan on the Silk Road?"

"Oh." Xiao Wu nodded a little confused.

The two arrived at Hexiang Cemetery, Mao Linsen followed Xiao Wu with something, Xiao Wu looked left and right while walking, passing by a double coffin cemetery, a serene soul leaned on the tombstone, it was an old man, seeing Xiao Wu also took off his hat to her, he was very happy there.

The picture on the tombstone is the soul's, with the name underneath, and the photo and name on the other side of the tombstone are empty.

Xiao Wu couldn't help but look at it twice, he must be here waiting for his wife to come and go together.

At Lin Bo's tomb, Xiao Wu took out the offerings and put them away, and took out a tissue to wipe the ashes off Lin Bo's photo.

"It's been six years since Limber left me, and I miss him so much. I don't know where the adoptive mother is buried? Otherwise, it's better to move over and let them be together. ”

Mao Linsen stretched out his hand and touched his nose, fortunately you don't know, otherwise it will be troublesome to move around.