ps:I just graduated and I have to go to self-reliance.,I'm going to go to work in a few days.,Now you can stay at home during the Qingming Festival holiday.,A few more chapters are just a few chapters.,But it looks like it's been updated like before.,It's still to be studied......

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“……… Alas. Please use this site. ”

A long sigh suddenly came from the silent [Suroju].

"Still no unusual movements........." Leaning against the pillar and sitting lazily on the tatami mat, Ashmida sighed silently as if he had seen something, and took away the wine glass that had originally reached his lips.

It's been a week since that night, and since that day, Ashamida has been paying attention to the Lotus Temple, and will secretly monitor the Lotus Temple anytime and anywhere to see if they have made any strange moves, but during this period of observation, the people of the Lotus Temple, including the host of the Holy White Lotus, their daily lives are very regular and boring.

Every day when the sky is slightly bright, the monks in the temple will immediately get up, after a simple washing, they will gather in the main hall, by the Holy White Lotus to guide everyone to the morning class, after the morning class to eat, after the meal, except for some people in charge of sundries, everyone will stay in their own room to do their homework, so that it lasts until noon, at that time everyone will gather together to chat and play, after lunch, after a short break, Everyone would go back to their rooms again to continue their homework and then come out when it was time for dinner. Their routine is the above itinerary cycle, and there are no actions worth paying attention to.

Although Ashmida also doubted whether they were hiding some strange rituals in their daily lives, no matter how much Ashmida observed, he could not find a clue.

"Could it be that the old man is too careful?" Placing the wine glass on a wooden tray, after days of observation without any results, this depressing feeling made Ashmida feel that the wine tasted nothing in his mouth.

However, the vague figure that appeared from time to time in the dream realm was in the bottom of Ashmida's heart, but he felt more and more related to the Holy White Lotus.

Also, what is going on with your dreams?

Those blurry images are now like a daily TV series, and every time he sleeps, it is as if the TV series has reached the broadcast time, and it is played out like this.

Although the [characters] and even the [scenes] in the [serial] are very hazy, especially the [characters] seem to be covered with a thin layer, and the dialogues between the characters are as silent as pantomime, Ashmida can still vaguely see that this is a person's growth process.

This is probably the [protagonist] of this [serial].

The last time he saw the [plot], the calm and comfortable village where the [protagonist] of the young child was located, was caught in the war, and a group of rebels rushed into the village to arrest them, and only the [protagonist] and his sister escaped unharmed because they went to the mountains to chop wood.

Ashmida rubbed his temples with a headache at the thought of the scene in his dream last night, and he still couldn't figure out why he had dreamed about it.

Irritability, irritability, irritability.

An indescribable sense of irritability welled up in my heart.

The plain heart lake rippled with waves, and the calm state of mind was also broken.

He felt as if he was choked in his chest, and he couldn't breathe out, which was very uncomfortable.

Now this situation is just like when he encountered a demonic obstacle when he was practicing, and when he figured it out, the demonic barrier was naturally broken.

However, he couldn't figure it out, no matter what method Ashmida took, he still couldn't figure it out.

Because he couldn't figure it out, he paid more attention to the pictures in his dreams.

I want to know, he wants to know what those pictures represent, why every time he wakes up from a dream, he finds that his pillow is very wet for some reason, and when he touches his cheek, he realizes that it is his own tears that wet the pillow.

But why are you crying?!

Countless questions, endless doubts filled Ashmida's heart.

However, in order not to worry everyone, he hid it well, at least his appearance did not show a hint of it, and did not let others find out that he was in a lot of trouble at the moment.

However, I guess I can't hide it from my two wives.

I remembered the meaningful eyes of my two wives, but they didn't say anything.

Ashmida smiled wryly, he picked up the glass again, looked at the wine poured into the glass, sighed silently, and then drank it all.

"Good bitter ......" is obviously a fine wine that has been brewed and buried for many years, but why is it so bitter in the mouth.

'Purple and Yuka, I must be waiting for me to pour out my troubles to them. Ashmida looked at the empty glass and sighed again.

I promised them, and I would never let them worry anymore.

"We are husband and wife, we are one and the same, and you should not be the only one to carry the burden and hide all the bitterness in your heart. Whether it's laughing or crying, husband and wife should be together, right? Ashmida remembered what his wife had said when she had held her hands tightly, and her beautiful and charming little face showed a serious expression that she had never seen before, and she looked at her embarrassed smile word by word.

"I'm still ...... What about an unqualified husband......" Ashmida smiled bitterly, he wanted to tell his wife everything, but he didn't want them to worry about themselves, and it was good to let them bear the burden alone, and they would just be as happy as ever.

That's why he tried to hide it in the first place.

But depending on the situation, whether they say it or not, they will be worried, and it seems that they are more worried if they don't say it.

I knew this, I might as well sue them from the beginning, I can't help it, because of my acting skills, it's really too lame.........

Picking up the bottle and filling the empty glass, he picked up the glass and felt the slightly fluctuating water surface in the glass, Ashmida smiled with relief, put the glass to his lips, and drank it all.

"Boom!!" Suddenly there was a strange noise in the quiet room.

"How... What... Will ......" Ashmida looked in amazement at the wine glass that had fallen from his hand to the floor, and he wanted to get up to pick it up, but he found an indescribable exhaustion welling up, as if countless hands had reached out from the darkness and pulled his consciousness into the sleeping darkness.

"......" Ashmida opened his mouth, but before he could say a word, his consciousness was already in darkness.

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