The rain was pouring down, and the sky seemed to be divided. The people who walked through sparsely ran through a curtain of rain, bringing up a splash of water that bloomed.

The door of the café was pushed open at some point, and the sound of the rain was noisy for a while, and the girl looked up, and the comer walked lightly, and came to the opposite seat silently. The rain behind him slid through the crack in the door and made a hazy mirror on the floor in the dim light, so the light seemed to be a little blurred. The girl was briefly startled and began to look at him.

It seemed to be a young man, even if he didn't have an umbrella, his clothes were still clean and tidy, without the slightest trace of rain, and his broken hair was scattered on his forehead, slightly covering his eyebrows, obviously a man, but he had waist-length long hair, which hung down scatteredly. He sat down slowly, his eyebrows lowered, his expression tired and his demeanor gentle, at first glance he thought it was a woman, with long hair and a feminine feeling between his eyebrows.

But after careful inspection, the girl confirmed that this was a good-looking boy with long hair.

It's really rare, there are a lot of beautiful men at this age, but it's very rare to have such long hair, there is an ancient taste, which should be very suitable for ancient costumes.

Mo Shangren is like jade, and the son is unparalleled in the world.

The girl suddenly remembered such a sentence for no reason, even if the man in front of her was simply wearing a black trench coat.

This scene is familiar, yes, in the years that have been experienced, there is always a fragment that will resonate with another, stirring up the ripples of memory, this scene is so familiar that when this sudden dream-like feeling dissipates little by little, the girl realizes that she has been staring at each other for a long time. Then the man just sits, without movement or sound.

You have walked through my life, I am your broken dream. The sound of rain outside the window is loud, and the sound insulation effect that the café is proud of seems to have failed, but it seems that it is more than the sound of rain, listen carefully. In the wind and rain, there is another hidden sound, it is like the sound of flowing water in the low rhythm of the cello, like the clearest and soothing river, with the breath of the past and memories flowing quietly, the girl listened carefully, so the sound of the wind and rain is gone, and only the invisible river flows quietly in the empty world.

So you're here.

Someone was rowing on the river singing an old song, and the sound echoed in the vast wilderness, the field was empty, only the white flowers were blooming in a large area, the mountains in the distance were continuous in the dark night, the bell of the bell tower struck at midnight, and the spire was the windbreaker that flew like a flag.

Those bizarre and absurd but extremely real pictures flashed in her mind, and the girl felt a chill welling up in her heart. In front of him, a dancing fire suddenly appeared.

It was the man's eyes that he didn't know when to open, in the dark depths of his eyes, there was a dim blue lamp, everything in the past flowed clearly in the halo, everything never left, everything just began, that was the light he had been given, there was a reluctance to sigh about time like flowing water, and there was endless pity for the sorrow of the common people.

In the light is another world, in the empty but flower-filled field, the old people who once embraced each other are singing ancient elegiacs. The man turned sideways and stared out the window at the dark street, and two dim points of light reflected in the window, and the murmuring of the water was getting closer and closer, and he sang softly.

"You see, the fish outside the window, lined up, connected in a line. ”

A black wind surged in all directions, and the invisible river passed through nothingness, flowing through the corners of history, and finally submerged the small café, and in the haze, the girl heard the man whisper,

"Let's go back. ”

So the light is distorted, the space is shattered, and the water meets, both like eternity and only in a moment.

......

The girl shuddered, as if she had just woken up from a big dream, only to find herself standing on the street on a sunny day after the rain, surrounded by people, and no one would stop for a distracted girl. Everything that had just happened lingered in her mind like the hastiest dream, and in places that the girl did not know and could not see, the flute watched her quietly.

Although they have never heard of each other and don't know each other, this girl's spirituality is quite familiar with herself, so when she was in her own fire riot, she was pulled into the supernatural secret realm she created.

It's an accident or a coincidence, but it's really a once-in-a-lifetime event.

This may be the plot in many movies and novels, the so-called fate with me, many talented people are always quite generous when they meet someone who is destined, and they always give magic weapons and exercises or something, and now Di Zi'an probably understands their feelings.

This is probably the feeling of being in a lonely predicament, suddenly finding that someone is in the same channel as you, and someone suddenly breaks into your own world.

This world is suddenly more than lonely, that sense of relief and luck, so without too much hesitation, Di Zi'an gave the newborn supernatural secret realm to the previous girl, maybe one day, by chance, she will become a supernatural walk in this blue world.

Perhaps that day will never come, and this girl has not been able to trigger that secret realm again until she has completed her life's journey, and has become an anomalous being.

But this has nothing to do with Di Zi'an, because the changes in mood and strength created his own supernatural secret realm, and then made a choice and decided its fate, what will happen after that, it has nothing to do with me, Pingshui meets, and forgets each other in the rivers and lakes, maybe that's what I said.

After calming down, Di Zi'an found that the sunflower in his mind had completely stabilized, and his mastery of fire had also improved to a higher level.

But what is a demon, obsession or confusion?

Or this question is not clear to anyone, the path of cultivation, Dancheng has no regrets, and if he chooses to become abnormal, there is no turning back.

"After all, there will be ordinary people's lives drifting away......" Di Zi'an looked at the bustling streets around him, and his heart returned to calm. With the rise of the realm, the strength of his own strength, the abnormalities in his body became more and more obvious, until like this time, because he failed to control the power of fire, he was noticed by the world, which directly led to the birth of a supernatural secret realm.

This all shows that the difference between Di Zi'an and mortals is getting farther and farther away, maybe until one day, as powerful as a god, then look at these ordinary people, what kind of mood and experience will they have?

But no matter what, there's no going back.