Night, the end of the silence.

Fireflies flow through the thin curtains in the dim light outside.

Under the starry sky of the small banyan tree, the breeze floats and the crickets chirp, making the long night even more lonely.

The sound dissipated, leaving only the shell of a walking corpse, echoing through the small chamber. Even if it is scarred, it has to leave itself a small space in the depths of the night. In every slightly sad memory, savor the past and the future alone. Although the taste is dry and tangled, there are still its joys, angers, sorrows, and joys. Because, love is always sentimental. Even a short few words can bloom the most beautiful colors in the world at the moment when a meteor crosses the sky.

This is love.

Thoughts are thousands, and eyes are closed.

The contradiction in Xia Xun's heart can no longer be described, only resistance and joy are entangled.

Since he was a child, he has never slept in the same bed with other women, except for sleeping with Peony on the night of his engagement. And now, Tang Xiaotang has become this exception. He did not resist this, because he was only a mortal, and mortals had selfish desires. But he was afraid of it, because he was a man, and men had to be responsible. If the peony girl in the south of the sky knew about this, her tears would definitely flood into the heavenly river, drowning the territory of the Tang Dynasty for thousands of miles, and devouring every square inch...

But what if you don't sleep?

For Tang Xiaotang, Xia Xun couldn't do anything at all. Feelings are not a business, let alone a war. You can't beat, you can't scold, you can't escape, and you can't kiss and kiss. To be able to keep his last innocence under many hardships and dangers is already Xia Xun's luck. Strategic wisdom is really powerless in this matter, because there is no winner or loser in feelings, and there is no so-called beneficiary. When two lovers walk into each other's hearts, it means that they have become one with each other. No matter who hurt whom, it hurts both people.

The lice storm hinders the dream, and the insects are noisy at dawn.

Thinking of nectar in dreams, cherishing the lamp in words.

The two children had their own thoughts and fell asleep one after another.

Be quiet...

Maybe it's too tired, or maybe it's too irritable.

This night, Xia Xun had another strange dream.

In the dream, the autumn wind rose in Luoyang City, and the smallpox was dried all over. He returned to Yueyang City and walked on the mountain road of Wentian, he saw that he was full of white hair, the skin on his body was withered and sallow, and every inch of flesh and blood in his body was rapidly aging with the passage of time. The people beside him were all looking at him with terrified eyes. Peony cried, Tang Xiaotang also cried, Little Watermelon, Big Fat, Xiahou and others all silently cried and kept screaming. But Xia Xun couldn't hear their voices at all, and felt that his vitality and strength were rapidly draining, and his soul was withdrawn from his body by some irresistible force. Eventually, his gray hair fell out, his eyes were hollow, his skin was crumpled into calluses, and there was not a drop of blood in his body, and he fell to the ground weakly.

The dream then switched, and he appeared in front of a world-famous supreme palace. At this point, he could no longer see his body and could not even move his limbs. The only thing he could do was to drive his consciousness to feel the world. He saw the endless vast snow mountains, saw countless majestic Dao halls, and saw Yu Youran, Dao Sheng, Mo Yan, Mo Xian, as well as Li Qingfeng and many pure Yang Dao people. Eventually, a gray-haired old man walked out of the palace, and he put Xia Xun into a brocade box embroidered with a silver dragon plate. It was completely dark, nothing could be seen, and Xia Xun seemed to have returned to that dark and chaotic world.

And when the world was bright again, Xia Xun was already held in the hands of a silver-haired grandmother. In front of him were hundreds of crystal pillars, each of which contained a naked person. Everyone's appearance is exactly the same, they are all Xia Xun.

Wink!

The strange picture was shattered in the dream in an instant, and Xia Xun suddenly woke up.

When I woke up, I was sweating profusely and sweating.

By this time it was already getting bright.

Sisi recalled the scene in the dream, Xia Xun felt afraid, and at the same time, he also faintly noticed that he had become a little different. Change is not in substance, but in consciousness. Xia Xun rarely dreams, but since the person who covered the world woke up, such strange dreams have appeared from time to time, and they have become more and more bizarre and more real. It's like Xia Xun's subconscious is loaded with many mysterious things, but he can't remember what those are. It's more like an endless treasure buried in the deep sea, waiting for Xia Xun to unearth...

Xia Xun didn't think much about it.

Lift the quilt and get up and look at the sunlight pouring in from the window.

The person next to the pillow had already left the bed, sitting upright on the desk, holding a brush and not knowing what was written.

The little blue bird stood by the window in a daze, and the letterhead tied to its paws had already been taken down by Tang Xiaotang.

Mo Xian, who was meditating outside the door, quietly left after the two of them fell asleep in the house last night. At this time, only wisps of sunlight were left outside the open wooden door, reflecting a slight dust.

Xia Xun got up, didn't rush to wash, and first walked to the desk to see what Tang Xiaotang was doing.

But I saw that there were two pieces of letter paper on the desk that still left the girl's fragrance. A piece of letter paper depicts a small bamboo house, and in front of the small bamboo house there is a girl with long hair and waist, looking up at the starry sky, quite lonely. On the other piece of paper, the words "shameless" are written. Looking at the two pieces of letterhead, Xia Xun didn't have to think about it to know that Tang Xiaotang must have secretly returned a letter to Peony last night while he was asleep. Otherwise, with the gentle character of Peony, he would never have been able to write such four words.

She must have been mad by Tang Xiaotang's letter.

As for what kind of letter Tang Xiaotang wrote to Peony, Xia Xun didn't ask, because when he turned his eyes to look at the painting that Tang Xiaotang was seriously sketching, he already knew what a dirty letter it was.

"Bastard!"

"How can you do this!"

"What's the problem?"

"No problem, what are you drawing!?"

"I'm drawing me and you..."

"Shameless, shameless!"

"Hiss..."

"Eh, don't tear it, I've been drawing for a long time!"

"Smack!"

What Tang Xiaotang was painting at this time was indeed her and Xia Xun. But that's not the point, the point is that both of them are naked, hugging and kissing each other. If it's ugly, this is simply a picture of the most obscene spring palace!

It's no wonder that the gentle and kind Peony is so angry that she scolds people. In other words, any woman in the world who receives such a letter from her husband and other women is going to kill people with a knife and divide her body. It is conceivable how angry the peony girl who is far away in the south of the sky will be now.

Xia Xun was annoyed and ashamed, snatched the painting that Tang Xiaotang was sketching, tore it to pieces on the spot regardless of the obstruction, and then was furious and rushed out of the door. The little blue bird spread its wings in a daze, and followed Xia Xun out of the wooden house. Tang Xiaotang showed a bright and triumphant smile, and then put on his shoes and ran out of the house...