A huge sadness welled up in my heart, my throat was clenched so hard, and I felt like I was about to tear my heart apart, the last time I experienced such grief was two years ago, but why is it still such a pain that I can't breathe?

Song Liuguang was covered with tears and snot when she was pulled out, she only felt that her eyes were bright, and her eyes were covered with mist, she cried and hiccuped, her heart was broken like a rag, she rubbed her eyes while crying, and it took a while to faintly see in front of her.

She rubbed her eyes twice, and when she opened them, she was facing the face of a child.

That's not quite right, because she herself is a child less than ten years old, and the child in front of her looks even older than her, with a pair of big watery eyes, a pink carved face, an unforgettable temperament, a young man's hairstyle, a jade crown and brocade robe, and a fairy spirit.

With the sadness washing over her heart, there was also an incomparably sour love, jealousy, resentment, and all kinds of emotions far beyond her cognition at this age, she looked at the young man with red eyes, although she was amazed, but she couldn't express it at all, and she still choked up one by one.

The boy crouched in front of her, did not speak, and waited silently for her to come back.

The warm wind gently blew the hair on both sides of his cheeks, Song Liuguang wiped her tears, her eyes moved away from the young man's body, she looked around, and saw the grass, thousands of peach blossoms, waterfalls and ancient trees, swings and pavilions.

This is a beautiful and unreal place, Song Liuguang reached out and pulled the blade of grass under him, and found that the touch was extremely real.

"This is not true. ”

The young man suddenly spoke, Song Liuguang hurriedly turned her face, she stretched out her hands, and found that she was still wearing the clothes that fought with the vines, and her body was dirty.

Song Liuguang asked the young man in a hoarse voice, "What kind of place is this, is it a dream?"

The young man stretched out his hand to wipe her face, shook his head and said, "Yes and no, although this place is fake, but I am real, I see that you are about to fall with that 10,000-year illusion, so I dragged you over." ”

The young man wiped it carefully, but soon found that her face was too dirty, so he thought about it, changed his sleeves, he looked serious, although he was only thirteen years old, but his expression was the same as the witch sacrifice that Song Liuguang saw in his dream, as if he had experienced countless years of worldly events, but he did not show vicissitudes of life and tiredness, clean and calm.

"Am I dead? I had a long, long dream just now, and it really scared me to death, and finally my man died, and I seemed to be dead, but it was still so uncomfortable. ”

The young man looked into her eyes and said, "That's not your lover, and you're not you, you're just stuck in the memories of others in the ancient array 10,000 years ago." The power of the master of the memory is too strong, and the obsession in his heart is too deep to remain in the sacrificial formation. ”

The young man's eyes were extremely clear, like a mirror, Song Liuguang saw himself in it, but involuntarily fell into it, suddenly, she found that in that eye, she slowly turned into a girl with a golden ring, the girl's face was seven or eight points similar to her, but Song Liuguang recognized it as "her" in the dream.

was fascinated, the young man closed his eyes suddenly, Song Liuguang suddenly pulled out of his thoughts, and at that moment just now, looking at herself in that eye, she substituted herself into "her" again.

"I'm sorry," the boy covered his eyes, "My psychic eyes can't be stared at casually, sister, stay away from me." ”