People will have their own unspeakable regrets in this life.

Every time I put white chrysanthemum on my grandfather's tombstone, I always think of his dying words.

My grandfather.

There is no one in life, and no corpse in death.

A rainy night.

I couldn't fall asleep tossing and turning, wrapped in the quilt in a daze, and even the little cat curled up on the quilt was woken up by me.

It meowed, its fluorescent green eyes staring at me faintly.

"Xu Yi?"

I guess I'm about to fall asleep.

How can a cat talk?

"Can't you remember me?" The soft voice that belonged to the cat's throat rang out again.

I barely opened my eyelids, and suddenly, a pair of furry orange paws slammed into my face.

"Didn't you say you wanted me to help? You can't be so forgetful, can you? Didn't you say you'd show me your world? ”

I sprang up from my bed with a spirit.

Mi, this orange cat, it really can talk?!

When I was shocked, Xiao Mi jumped in front of the window, slipped into the blue and white curtains, and scratched the iron screen with her paws.

"Alas, I didn't wake up at the right time. It's dark on your side, and you can't see anything. Then I'll take you back to see it. ”

It's just that.

I quickly fell into a void.

I hadn't remembered the clouds and moon in that dream for a long time, and everything seemed to be just a chaotic shadow of my memory.

yes, how can a cat talk?

But since then, I have started dreaming of many bizarre silhouettes.

Some people stand in the mountains and rivers, outlining the mountains and rivers all over their bodies; Some people hold a small boat and move forward in the turbulent water; There are also people who have nothing in their eyes, floating outside the world.

In the era when a hundred schools of thought contended, they converged into rivers and mountains, and their doctrines and ideas were formed into China.

In a far-reaching dream, the turbulent Yellow River rushes from afar with an unstoppable momentum.

Behind me were tall buildings made of steel and concrete, and the sound of the water splashing drowned out all conversation.

I saw a thin old man standing on the opposite bank quite far away from me, followed by a young man in white.

The old man was dressed in ink, and the young man was dressed in white. Black and white is like a chess game,

I'm a person who is quite proud of dreaming - I can remember all the stories that happened in my dreams.

The old man was about to step on the edge of the riverbank, which was a cliff more than ten meters vertical, and there was a raging Yellow River below.

He scared me out.

Every time the old man took a step forward, a suspended stone support was steadily born.

The old man beckoned to me.

I have set foot on this path like a miraculous one.

"May the years after that be safe and worry-free."

This is the hundredth time I've met her in a dream.

Meng Po.

I heard the last words of the thirty-five thousand four hundred and sixty-three in the dream of Taiya.

Miss Meng shook the treasure fan, waved it lightly, and routinely pulled out a soul in the dream that was aging and about to turn into scum.

The gray and ethereal soul floated up, this thing had been in it for so long, so long that even the soul that had not counted the time was mixed with some black dots engraved by the year.

Miss Meng took it to a gray-green river, the water surface shimmering in the green mist, and the fine waves seemed to carry countless fluorescents.

After this Yinghe River and the Nai He Bridge is a monument boundary.

Miss Meng came to Tushan, after 700 years finally regained its vitality, clumps of black branches grew on the dead field, under the cover of trees, an ancient city was faintly visible, and there was no sound in the usual silence.

"The Classic of Mountains and Seas" records a kind of ancient beast, it is said that it can show and hide, can be small and huge, can be short and long. The autumn equinox lurks in the deep water, the spring equinox soars into the sky, swallows the clouds and spits out the fog, calls for wind and rain, thunders and lightning, changes and omnipotent.

In legend, it can also foresee the future.

At the time of the Tushan War, because of the help it helped, the lives were devastated, and he was punished by heaven and was expelled from the gods. Taidou turned north, and for three thousand years, there was no trace in the sky and on the earth.

Because the legend is too old, too mysterious, and the people who are still trapped by wild beasts are fascinated by a greater force to protect them, an evolutionary totem slowly rises among the tribes.

Over time, the witches of the land of Shenzhou gave this disappeared giant beast a name: dragon.

"Classmate Xu?"