Su Wu rubbed his head, which was not yet fully awake, and almost used all the strength of his face to barely open a gap in his eyelids.

thirst, unbearable thirst,

The twelve-year-old Su Wu wakes up every morning to experience the pain of this thirst, which comes from the strange dreams he has to experience every night.

The dream was very real, as if it had happened in real life, but every time Su Wu woke up from the dream, the memories in the dream would fade like a tide, leaving only a few vague fragments of unknown meaning.

The only fragment Su Wu can remember every time he wakes up from a dream is that he is alone in the clouds running in tears, roaring loudly, but he doesn't know what he is looking for.

These strange dreams had haunted his bedside for as long as he could remember, and they had made him anxious and annoying every night.

"his grandma's, it's cold. Su Wu, who had just woken up, dusted off the thin quilt cover on his body, couldn't help but tremble, and then reached out to get something at the head of the bed.

At the head of the bed, there was a simple and elegant bronze wine bottle, which was just an arm's length away from Su Wu's head, and was soon firmly grasped by five slender and powerful fingers.

"Purr......" Su Wu, who hadn't fully erected his head, poured the water from the wine bottle into his throat, which was about to smoke.

After a few moments, the pain in my throat finally eased a lot.

The water in the bronze wine bottle was all rain falling from the sky, and Su Wu's thirst was strange, usually only by swallowing dew or rain.

As he grew older, Su Wu felt more and more that these things were really incredible, and sometimes he even felt that he was not a person who belonged to this world at all, because he was really out of step with the surrounding environment since he was a child.

After quickly wrapping up a few layers of cold white clothes, and then tying the belt skillfully, Su Wu looked at the bronze mirror on the desk with satisfaction, revealing two cute little tiger teeth.

Although the face of the young man in the mirror has not yet shed the childishness of last year, it faintly contains the style of a gentleman.

The young man's face is very good-looking, every time it is like a natural picture scroll, people can't find the slightest flaw at a glance, and his long hair hangs lightly behind his shoulders, which adds a lot of gentle and elegant bookish atmosphere.

Then Su Wu slapped another scoop of water, dipped his hand in the water and slapped it on his face continuously, waking himself up. Then he went downstairs and pushed open the heavy wooden door to let a little light into the low wooden house.

The cold wind blew in his face, as if blowing Su Wu even paler as paper, and his frailty has always been his biggest problem since childhood.

Outside the house, a small sparse snowflake had fallen at some point, and the young man tightened his sleeves, stretched out his palm to catch one or two pieces and held them in the palm of his hand, feeling the coldness coming from the palm.

"My son, why did you wake up so early today? Have you drunk the hot medicine in the urn?"

Just as Su Wu had just closed his eyes, ready to enjoy the silence of the snowfall, there were a few anxious, somewhat nice female voices in the room.

The owner of the voice is Su Wu's mother, Wu Xuemei.

Wu Xuemei is a charming half-aged, it is said that she was also a famous beauty in the village when she was young, and there is no young man in the village who has not pursued her.

In the end, this big beauty in the village has always been cold and cold, and she didn't know if she was a ghost, so she fell in love with an inconspicuous shabby scholar in the village, and gave birth to Su Wu, who was born with a beautiful skin.

The poor scholar's name is Su Youtian, who is now Su Wu's father.

Although his father is a scholar in white, the name Su Wu is really simple and rude, and it comes from the surnames of the two.

Su Wu, who had already stepped out of the door of the house half of his body, frowned when he heard his mother's voice, so he had to tie the door again and retreat into the house.

"I know, I know, I'll drink it later. Su Wu was very tired of his mother's reminder and replied very casually.

"Alas, this child. After a long sigh, Su's mother buried herself in the kitchen to make breakfast.

Su Wu's strange dream has become a strange disease that must be cured in the eyes of Su Youtian and Wu Xuemei, as long as they can't be cured one day, they will have to worry about it for a day.

The family of three tried their best to invite all the famous doctors in the village, but it did not play any role.

Many years have passed, Su Wu has grown taller, and his hair has grown like a waterfall, but he still can't get out of that strange dream.

The nightly dream has turned into Su Wu's eternal nightmare for so many years, making him feel sluggish every day and can't open his eyes all day long.

The children in the village did not like to play with Su Wu, they all thought that he was a strange child who would go crazy at any time, and no school was willing to receive him, and the teaching gentlemen hated precocious children very much.

Su Wu is indeed much more mature than his peers since he was a child, when other children are still learning how to control their feet to walk, Su Wu has been able to walk like a fly, while other children are still learning to read strokes, Su Wu has been able to read a few scriptures occasionally when he is bored.

This is precociousness, but also talent, and in this remote and backward village, this child undoubtedly seems to be a real outlier.

These talents, like those hazy memories in his dreams, are all things that Su Wu has had since he was born, as if they have become a part of his body, inseparable.

Su Wu, who saved time for studying, had to huddle in his small home every day, either reading a few books or staring at the air in a daze all day long, doing nothing.

Looking out the window at the snow that gradually grew larger and gradually showed a sweeping trend, Su Wu's eyes slowly left only a lonely expanse, he just turned over the scroll and read a few lines and fell asleep with his eyes open.

It was still that dream, or the ethereal cloud, he seemed to hold the soft little hand of a certain girl, running in the clouds, as if he was running away from the pursuit of countless heavenly soldiers, and finally they all fell into the clouds, never able to hold each other's hands again.

......

When Su Wu woke up again, he was already lying on the bed, and there was a flickering floating lamp next to the bed.

He was woken up by a somewhat thin middle-aged man, and every tone of the man's voice was very gentle, like a warm breeze in early spring gently blowing through the willows.

"Have you won your sleep, and have you come back with good things for your father, and in a few days we will leave this place and go to the city." When the time comes, you will surely be cured. ”

"Really?" Su Wu, who was still half-awake and half-asleep, suddenly heard the unique voice that only his father, who was studying every day, took away, and subconsciously screamed.

"Really, our family of three is going to move to a new house in the city after the Chinese New Year, and we will never come back. For his father, he finally got his fame, and in the future, he can take Wu'er to play a lot of fun things. The man's voice was filled with countless joys, he had waited too long for this day to come, and now the hard work paid off, and the days of going out for more than three years to pursue fame were finally not in vain. ”

Su Wu hadn't seen his father for three whole years, and he had even forgotten his father's appearance, vaguely remembering that the man's ass was always wearing a clean and spotless robe, reading the books of sages in the room every day, ignoring farming, and all the big and small things in the family were picked up by his beautiful mother.

The beautiful mother will always support her husband's everything, and has always gritted her teeth to support her, dedicating her all to this poor scholar and her infant self.

The scholar who always liked to be pretentious and high now finally returned to his hometown and showed everyone his pride as a scholar in Tsing Yi, which naturally made Su Wu feel extremely happy and happy.

Su Wu on the wooden bed quickly opened his eyes, which were still slightly tired, and his gaze was simply and directly locked on his father's body.

The wrinkled robe that had been washed had been replaced by a new cyan robe, and the long hair on the back of his head was neatly tied up by a delicate hosta, young as a high-spirited young man.

Mother Wu Dongmei also stood quietly on the side of the bed and watched Su Wu, with a thousand tenderness in her eyes.

Su Wu saw his mother's eyes so soft for the first time in several years, and he was a little distressed unconsciously, and he couldn't think of more etiquette for a while, so he got up and knelt deeply in front of his parents after drinking a sip of water, and said: "The child has seen his father, and his father has worked hard and hard in the past few years. ”

The man grabbed Su Wu's cuffs, slowly pulled them off, and laughed: "Food, dishes and chopsticks, Du Kang has already served the table, you and I, father and son, have to drink until dawn today." ”

Su Wu smiled slightly, and after thinking about it, it was indeed a long time since he had a good drink with the same person.

The snow outside the window still seems to never stop, and it is getting denser and denser.

The family of three in the house finally ushered in a small reunion a few years later.

The Spring Festival will be in a few days, and Su Wu thinks to himself that this year, someone will finally be able to accompany him to go crazy in the snow.