"Brother Six," after hearing Lao Liu's call, a plump elder sister in yellow walked out of the bamboo house, "Si Mao is not here, are you looking for him... Hey, hello, two masters... What is happening to us Si Mao?
What happened?"
"It's okay, it's okay," Lao Liu quickly waved his hand, "Where did he go?"
"He said he was going to the fields...I don't know where he went, so why don't you go to the fields first and have a look."
The field was at the far southern end. The three of them exchanged greetings with the eldest sister before turning around and heading south again.
It was getting late. When the three of them walked to the edge of the field, night had already covered the world. There was no one in the empty field. Xiaolan and Jasmine sighed and suggested that they go find another house first, but
Rejected by Lao Liu.
"Master Qiuyuan, we must not forget the ancient teachings of Murakami," Lao Liu's footsteps hurried, "You have to enter the house before dark. Except for the days when you two are busy, we have to do this at other times."
And this rule.
Xiaolan and Jasmine looked at each other.
"I have to go back. You two should also go back to the old house before it gets dark. You can continue the investigation tomorrow," Lao Liu said and was about to leave. "It happens that the old house is right next to here. Today, Master has worked hard.
The whole day, I’ll leave first…”
After Lao Liu finished speaking, he left in a hurry, as if he was afraid that the two of them would keep him.
The dark blue sky slowly came over, and without the person leading the way, the two of them could only rush back to the old house in despair. The old house was even darker. The two fumbled for a long time, and finally found a broken candle.
A small orange firelight illuminated the low living room. They could see each other's faces clearly and the two of them relaxed.
Jasmine looked at the messy bed and frowned.
Xiaolan, who had climbed into bed, knew that Jasmine was dissatisfied with the dirty bedding. After thinking about it, she took off her coat and spread it on the bed sheets. She patted the bed and said, "Hey, my coat is still not dirty. Come on.
Go to sleep."
Jasmine's eyes were obviously shaken.
Xiaolan thought that Jasmine was not used to someone sleeping next to her, so she quickly moved to the side and turned her back without urging.
"Put out the candles when you're ready to sleep."
Xiaolan was carrying her back and her voice was muffled. Not long after, there was a rustling sound behind her. Xiaolan felt at ease. As soon as she closed her eyes, sleep came over her like a torrential flood.
"It's all your fault!"
Screams.
A woman's scream.
"It's all your fault! It's all your fault!..."
The scream seemed to be covered in a quilt, and it was no longer clear when it reached Xiaolan's ears.
"It's all your fault! If it weren't for you!..."
A force hit Xiaolan's body, but the force did not fall directly on Xiaolan, but was transmitted through something.
Xiaolan wanted to open her eyes, but she couldn't.
Reach out.
It's such a narrow space, and there seems to be liquid around it.
But, it's very warm.
I want to stay here forever, warm and safe.
If it weren't for this annoying beating...
"Stop fighting! Mu Yun! You can't fight!"
"I hate him! It's all because of him!..."
"Can't fight! Didn't you see he was moving? He was moving!"
It took Xiaolan a few seconds to realize that she had entered someone else's dream again.
After coming here, I met so many people. Whose dream is this?
Still can't open my eyes.
Xiaolan stretched her body vigorously, only to feel that her whole body was restrained. Suddenly, the warm liquid surrounding her disappeared, the surroundings suddenly became cold, and a sense of suffocation suddenly hit her brain.
"ah!--"
A shrill scream.
Can't breathe anymore.
Xiaolan's chest suffocated, she felt her body begin to spin rapidly, and her consciousness returned to her head little by little.
It got quiet.
Xiaolan, who has already experienced it, understands that the dream is over and she has finally returned to reality.
This time I don’t even know who the owner of the dream is.
Xiaolan panted slightly, closed her eyes tightly, and turned over.
There is something next to you.
Xiaolan rubbed her eyes, which were sleepy, and gently opened a crack to look over.
The firelight flickered.
Have the candles been put out yet?
Reflecting the orange candlelight, Xiaolan saw a dark shadow sitting next to him, bending his upper body to look at him.
The man's hands were supported on his thighs, silver light flashed, and a dagger suddenly appeared in the man's right palm.
"Jasmine?"
Xiaolan saw the man's appearance clearly, propped up his upper body, and shouted in confusion.
Jasmine said nothing, only clutching the dagger tightly and staring at Xiaolan, her almond-shaped eyes sparkling in the middle of the night, but the light in her eyes was unfathomable.
"Moli," Xiaolan sat up and looked directly at Jasmine, "What's wrong, are you having a nightmare?"
Jasmine reacted.
A smile.
The smile was pale, with a hint of despair and self-deprecation.
Why.
When I saw a woman who had been violently looking at me with a knife in the middle of the night, why was the first thing she said was "Did you have a nightmare?"
what you up to.
Are you crazy?
Are you crazy?
These are the questions that should arise.
Even a direct fight is an understandable reaction.
Why is this sentence? Why is this sentence what makes me shake again?
"I had a nightmare."
Jasmine's voice was ethereal and unreal, with a tired and heavy breath.
"I had a nightmare too," Xiaolan grabbed Jasmine's hand and widened her eyes, "But I didn't understand the content of the dream. What did you dream about?"
Jasmine's lips moved a few times, then she suddenly raised her eyes and met Xiaolan's gaze.
"I dreamed that the person I loved died and was killed."
"Ah..." Xiaolan retracted her neck in embarrassment, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to ask."
Jasmine shook her head emotionlessly, "The person who killed him no longer remembers him."
Xiaolan nodded quickly and waited for Jasmine to continue.
"And... the person who killed him was a good person. What should I do?"
"Is he...also a good person?" Xiaolan asked cautiously.
Jasmine knew what Xiaolan was referring to, "The person I love is the best person in the world."
"That's it..." Xiaolan didn't know what this series of questions meant, so she could only express her own meaning first, "Maybe it's an agreement between them, maybe there are difficulties, but no matter what, they shouldn't let it go."
This matter affects me too much.”
"Even if you love the person you love most, you have to continue your life after he leaves," Xiaolan continued, "Whether you live in hatred or in self-blame, the most important thing is your own life.
"
Jasmine was silent, and Xiaolan saw Jasmine trembling slightly.
"I don't know what happened to you, but I hope you can wake up from that incident and live for yourself," Xiaolan said in a low voice, "For me, I have forgotten everything in the past.
I have also been searching and trying to understand my own life experience, but I do this not to remember the past, but to live better in the future."