Su Changan seemed to have a dream. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

In his dream, he saw the green clothes again.

She held a long sword in her hand, Qingfeng was stained with blood, and her expression was cold.

He called her name, but she ignored it.

He ran towards her, opened his arms to her, but she went farther and farther away, as if no matter how hard he tried, he could no longer catch up with her, until her back was farther and farther away, until she completely disappeared into the infinite darkness.

He finally woke up from his nightmare and sat up, his forehead covered with cold sweat.

"Qingluan. He let out an exclamation.

But he found himself lying in the barracks.

In the consciousness of Caicai, it is really a dream.

Su Changan's heart rose with a sense of loss, his head was dizzy, he vaguely remembered that he fell in a pool of blood outside Xiliang, and those spears that flashed with cold light pierced his chest.

Logically speaking, he should be dead.

But now he is lying alive in the barracks, he stretched out his hand and touched his body with some doubts, those scars are still there, but most of them have condensed blood scabs, and there is no big problem, but his body is still a little weak.

Thinking like this, he stood up.

There was a noise outside the house, as if someone was busy with these things?

"Did Xiliang hold on?" Su Changan wondered.

He walked out of the tent and came out of it.

The soldiers came and went frequently, and most of them had a look of exhaustion written on their faces, and the direction of Yongning Pass, although the pass that had stood for hundreds of years now looked a bit of a fiasco, and the unmanaged corpses lying here and there could be faintly seen. However, there was not a single brute in sight.

"Did you keep it?" Su Changan asked in his heart again, a touch of joy crept into his eyebrows.

He staggered a little to the front of the Chinese army camp, this section was not a long distance, but he walked extremely hard, and the cold sweat on his forehead became more and more dense.

Finally, he lifted the curtain of the camp.

All the people of Beitongxuan sat together with solemn expressions, as if they were discussing some extremely important things, and each of them had a lot of injuries on their bodies, and it was not an easy task for everyone to think about that big battle.

But Su Changan didn't stop at any of them. His body shook, as if he had been hit by some spell, and he froze suddenly. His gaze was fixed on the figure in the corner.

It was a cyan figure, tall and graceful, captivating the country and the city.

She was like an immortal who had fallen into the world, and her expression was proud and out of place compared to the tired faces of the people around her.

"Qingluan...?"

Su Changan's voice was a little trembling, and it was as small as a mosquito's cry, as if he was afraid that even a little louder would wake him up. Even if it's just a dream, he hopes that this dream can be done for a longer time, for a little longer.

Everyone in the camp also saw Su Changan who walked in at this time, and seemed to understand the relationship between him and Qingluan, and everyone also had a tacit understanding to stop the conversation in their mouths at this moment and look at Su Changan quietly.

The cyan figure of "......" slowly turned his head at that time and looked at Su Changan.

It was indeed the face that had made Su Changan dream, and her eyes were still as dust-free as when they first met.

"You're awake. She said this, her voice as cold as ever, but less gentle.

But maybe he hadn't seen her for a long time, and the longing in his heart was strong, Su Changan didn't realize these changes, he took a step forward, his body trembled and walked in front of her, and he was about to stretch out his hand and hug her into his arms as before.

But Qingluan cast a puzzled look at him at this time, as if asking him what he meant by this trip.

Such a completely different reaction from Su Changan's imagination made the boy's outstretched hand stop in mid-air.

"Qingluan?" he was a little puzzled, and then he realized that the Qingluan in front of him seemed to be a little different from the Qingluan in his memory.

Although they have the same looks, the same temperament, even she remembers him.

But something was missing from her eyes.

So what exactly is it?

Su Changan was stunned, as if she realized something, her eyes were too clean.

It was as clean as the blood lotus on the mountain that day, and the spring in the ground, free of dust and dirt.

This Qingluan is not the Qingluan who accompanied him from birth to death, but more like the one in the north who once sent away Mo Tingyu's funeral.

"The Qingluan you're looking for is dead. It seems to see that Su Changan is not depressed at the moment, Qingluan said this, his voice is not salty or light, and what he said seems to be just ordinary.

"But you can tell..."Su Changan immediately retorted, but stopped before he finished speaking.

Forgetting the love is too high, and there is no Qingluan in the world.

He finally remembered these words, his body began to tremble violently, he didn't believe it, he didn't believe that a person was clearly standing in front of him, but he was already dead. He thought it was ridiculous, he didn't believe it, and he didn't want to admit it.

It seemed that she could see through Su Changan's thoughts, Qingluan continued: "But she is really dead and will never come back." ”

Her voice was as cold as ever, as if nothing in the world could cause the slightest fluctuation in her heart.

Su Changan was stunned again, he remembered that on the battlefield, when those spears were about to pierce his chest, it was she who fell in green clothes and rescued him.

He was like a drowning man grasping the last straw, he looked at her, and asked with an extremely excited expression: "But you saved me, only Qingluan will save me!"

He thinks she is Qingluan, otherwise why would she come back to save him.

"Because at the moment when she became the Taishang, she left an obsession in my heart, and that obsession made me have to save you. Qingluan explained indifferently.

"......" Su Changan's head lowered, and he fell into a long silence.

Qingluan's words kept echoing in his mind, and she left an obsession in her heart.

Needless to ask, he could probably guess what that obsession was, and he felt his heart congested, as if a thousand heavy boulders were placed on his chest, making him breathless.

"Is she really not going to come back?" he asked, bowing his head, much quieter, but much calmer.

His hand stretched out of his chest, and there was a doll there, which was given to him by the girl to make him happy when he and Qingluan were in Chang'an.

He always carried it with him.

There seemed to be something circulating in Qingluan's eyes, but she pressed it down again in an instant.

"Maybe, or maybe not, I don't know. She replied, her voice still cold.

Su Changan smiled bitterly when he heard this, he felt that maybe she was comforting him, but he was willing to believe that no matter how slim the hope was, he would definitely give it a try, this was his promise to her, and he regarded it as an oath, enough for him to defend with his life.

He'll go to her.

He fell into the Yellow Spring until he found her, or until the day he died.

He finally put away the thoughts in his heart at this moment, and he looked at Qingluan again, who was no longer Qingluan.

"What are you doing here?" he asked, not believing that Qingluan would have appeared so coincidentally when he was dying, and that she must have come here for some purpose.

Qingluan's body turned, and his eyes wandered over Beitongxuan, Tianji, Wutong, and Xu Rang, and finally said slowly.

"Mourners, naturally, come here to send people. ”