Xiaolan sat beside Lily's bed and looked at the book in her hand.
Today's fairy tale book is not that "Bluebeard".
Xiaolan felt inexplicably relaxed.
Lily was still lying on the quilt in the same posture, her dark eyes flickering in the candlelight.
Xiaolan opened the book and told today's story in the softest tone.
As she read and recited, Xiaolan felt her eyelids gradually become heavy, and everything in front of her eyes blurred, including the pink curtains, the burning candles, and Lily's mysterious eyes...
Until she heard a series of heavy gasps.
The sound of rain.
The smell of earth and grass squeezed into Xiaolan's consciousness.
The picture becomes clear.
Running by myself.
She was barefoot, stepping on the rain-soaked green grass, and ran forward as hard as she could.
Standing in the darkness ahead was the black spire.
Are you dreaming?
Did you fall asleep?
Xiaolan was annoyed for a second, but soon realized, had she entered someone's past through a dream like before?
There were tingling sensations under my feet, raindrops falling above my head, and a fishy-sweet smell in the air.
Such a real dream.
Xiaolan continued to run in the direction of the steeple.
It would be a good thing if we could learn the secret of the spire through this dream.
The arched door at the entrance to the minaret is bare, and a steep spiral staircase leads to the upper end of the minaret.
Xiaolan shook off the rainwater on her body and walked up the stairs.
It was empty here, I didn't see any clutter, and there seemed to be no space to store items.
Yrel is lying?
At the top of the minaret, there was a wooden door with a wooden latch. Xiaolan pushed the wooden door, and there was only a muffled sound from the lock.
This is……
Snap!
Suddenly there was a sound of something breaking in the corridor at the top of the steeple. Xiaolan hurriedly walked around the wall and came to the hollow at the top of the tower. There was a circle of clay flower pots placed on the battlement, one of which was missing a piece.
, I think that was the sound it made just now.
Xiaolan stretched out her upper body and looked under the tower. Sure enough, the broken flowerpot was lying on the ground, already turned into pieces.
Suddenly, there was a huge push from behind, and Xiaolan let out a short scream, grabbing the air at his side with both hands in vain, and his whole body fell from the edge of the battlement like a discarded bag.
It quickly fell to the ground.
Xiaolan fell heavily to the ground.
He soon lost consciousness.
When she woke up again, Xiaolan first heard the rubbing sound in her ears.
Light.
The warm orange light hit Xiaolan's eyelids.
Is it finally sunny?
Xiaolan opened her eyes, and what came into view was Yrel's concerned expression.
She was lying on the bed, and Xiaolan looked out the window. It was bright, but it was still overcast, and the rain was even heavier, pattering on the glass.
Xiaolan suddenly remembered what happened last night.
"I'm sorry," Xiaolan immediately sat up, "I'm sorry, I fell asleep, Lily..."
Yrel put on a puzzled expression. Seeing that Xiaolan was stunned, he asked weakly after a while, "You... a servant found you under the tower this morning. Why did you go to that place at night?"
Woolen cloth?"
Xiaolan was confused.
"tower?"
"Yes," Yrel nodded. "In the morning, the servant went to the tower to get some spare food. When he saw you... he was lying on the steps at the entrance, and your head was also..."
Xiaolan saw Yirel's eyes turn to her forehead, and then she realized that her forehead was slightly painful. She stretched out her hand to touch it, and found that her head was wrapped in several thick layers of gauze.
No, no.
"Did I go to that tower last night?" Xiaolan muttered in surprise.
I'm obviously dreaming.
Obviously... I was in Lily's room, telling her a story.
"Lily...Where's Lily?" Xiaolan looked around.
"The children have just had lunch and are taking a nap," Yirel brought the tray on the dressing table to the bedside table, "You must be hungry, you have been unconscious for so long..."
"No..." Xiaolan held her forehead and struggled out of bed, "I didn't do it last night...and..."
Yrel looked at Xiaolan curiously.
Xiaolan closed her mouth and thought for a moment.
Could it be that you are still dreaming now?
But the pain in my forehead is real.
Xiaolan still remembered the cold and biting pain when she fell to the ground last night.
What went wrong?
There is a more important question.
Who pushed him down last night?
Yirel helped Xiaolan out of the room, and at the same time, the doors of the two children's rooms opened together.
"Are you awake?" Lily glanced at Xiaolan and jumped out.
"Lily," Xiaolan squatted down while grabbing Lily's little hand as if grasping a life-saving straw, "Didn't I tell you a story last night?"
Lily tilted her head and blinked, "Last night, you said you were very tired and went back to your room directly."
Didn’t he tell Lily a story at all?
Xiaolan tried hard to search for the contents of that fairy tale book in her memory, but no matter what, she couldn't remember even a single thing related to that story.
"You were feeling drowsy after dinner last night," Yirel whispered beside Xiaolan, "but I didn't expect you to go there. I thought you could just ask..."
In this way, at least the conversation I had with Yrel yesterday was real.
What's going on?
Xiaolan was frowning and thinking hard when suddenly there was a cold feeling in her left hand. Xiaolan lowered her head and saw Moses grabbing her left hand, her beautiful black eyes flashing, "Are you feeling better?"
Xiaolan sighed, forced out a smile and said, "I'm fine."
"Are you afraid?" Moses shook Xiaolan's hand, "Moses can protect you."
Xiaolan smiled and shook her head.
"Moses can go to your room to protect you," Moses' dark eyes seemed to get darker. "Can I go to your room?"
Xiaolan was speechless, but Yirel took Moses' hand and said, "Oh, our kind little angel, your teacher is a brave and beautiful lady, who can protect herself."
The two children were pulled forward by Yrel, their eyes still fixed on Xiaolan.
Before dinner, Yirel strongly asked Xiaolan to go back to the room to rest, and the two of them followed the servant who lit the candle back to the second floor.
Yirel thoughtfully made Xiaolan's bed and the bandages that needed to be changed. Xiaolan walked around the room and unconsciously walked to the window.
The outside window sill was clean without a trace of blood.
"When was this cleaned up?" Xiaolan asked casually.
Yrel stood up and asked, "What are you cleaning?"
"It's bloody," Xiaolan pointed out the window, "that pigeon the night before yesterday."