The lively Xiaolan quickly left the hospital at the strong request of the doctors and nurses. Worried about Lu Qianqian's safety, they originally planned to keep someone in the ward, but Xia Hua appeared at the door of the ward in time, bringing several
A disciple of Si Xia came to arrange a 24-hour bedside service.
The fool received a huge bonus and became a millionaire. On the way home from the hospital, he kept asking Xiaolan if he wanted to eat lobster or abalone.
Qiao Nian had already left Wenjing and returned to the Nine Detective Station when Xiaolan was in coma. Xiaolan was afraid of embarrassment to Jasmine and did not ask Qiao Nian whether her memory had recovered, because she could tell from the current situation.
Give the answer.
After the feast, Xiaolan lay back alone on the bed at Moli's house.
After more than ten days of continuous operation, her brain had already become tired and sluggish. Xiaolan looked at the snow-white ceiling and quietly recalled the scene when the ghost Qu Lianfan sent her back to the human world.
"You must not tell anyone about Cen Hua," Qu Lianfan emphasized again in front of the intersection of the two worlds, "Actually, if possible, you'd better keep today's matter a secret."
Qu Lianfan was probably worried that he would accidentally spill the beans about Cen Hua.
"Can't we talk about this game?" Xiaolan asked.
"It's better not to say anything," Qu Lianfan pushed with a flag, and the door to the human world slowly opened, "We in the underworld will investigate the matter of the game. No matter what, your investigation ability cannot surpass us...
…”
This is really an uncomfortable truth.
The two walked for a while on the misty path they came from. Soon, the path in front of them branched into two paths.
Qu Lianfan stood at the intersection, "Do you want to go and see Sister Wu Ren?"
"Me? I can't..." Xiaolan waved her hands repeatedly, "I'd better go back to my body first."
"Then just walk straight along that path," Qu Lianfan pointed to a path buried in the mist, "and then go back as you go."
Xiaolan walked.
The fog gradually invaded her consciousness.
Just when Xiaolan was wondering whether she had been irresponsibly led astray by Qu Lianfan, her body sank and she fell directly into a dream.
When the dream ends, she comes back.
Xiaolan took a deep breath gently, squinted her eyes, and could still see the blurry outline of her eyelashes.
One thing, another thing.
At this moment, I finally returned to the soft bed comfortably, but I didn't feel relaxed at all.
Let's sleep for a while first.
She hugged Hei Pi who was already snoring and closed her eyes.
I hope this night will be peaceful and dreamless.
But when a flash of white snow appeared in her mind, Xiaolan knew that her wish was shattered again.
The dream has come.
"...If I give you another chance..."
"...You still think our decision..."
"...Is it correct..."
Soft words, accompanied by gentle breathing.
The person speaking gradually became more specific.
Cen Hua was right opposite her, her somewhat pale lips opening and closing, repeating her question over and over again.
"I won't change," Xiaolan said, but her voice was very unfamiliar, "Isn't it the same for you?"
Xiaolan's eyes moved down and looked at Cen Hua's legs under her skirt.
Because of seven years of being burned at the stake, Cen Hua lost her legs, so when they met, she could only sit at the table, unable to stand up, let alone leave.
And now Cen Hua was standing in front of him.
Cen Hua still repeated her question blankly. Xiaolan's eyes moved back to her face and asked, "Is your leg okay?"
Cen Hua's voice suddenly stopped.
Xiaolan looked into her eyes, and her pupils seemed a little pale.
Cen Hua also stared at her.
"What about you?" Cen Hua asked, "Are you okay?"
"Me? I'm not injured," Xiaolan looked down at her body, which was the same outfit she was wearing when she met Cen Hua, "Where are you referring to?"
"It seems... it's healed," Cen Hua continued to say in a confused manner, "It doesn't hurt, it means it's healed..."
Xiaolan felt like the two of them were having a conversation, but not like they were having a conversation.
Is this what cross-server conversations feel like?
"I don't feel pain." Xiaolan muttered inexplicably.
Cen Hua nodded, she leaned forward, and the distance between the two suddenly closed.
"Who are you……"
In the Karma Prison, Cen Hua also saw himself this way.
"Did you recognize me?" Xiaolan did not dodge, "I am Xiao..."
"Xiaolan."
Cen Hua looked at Xiaolan's face, chuckled twice, and shrank back.
"Yes..." Xiaolan was a little worried.
What's going on? This is my dream. How could I have such a strange and clear dream?
"I hope you can succeed." Cen Hua said what she had said to herself.
Xiaolan was confused at that time, what kind of success was she referring to?
"How...how can I succeed?..."
"I hope you can succeed," Cen Hua ignored Xiaolan's question and repeated mechanically, "Xiaolan."
"...I hope you can succeed..."
"...Xiaolan..."
Xiaolan...
Xiaolan.
Xiaolan looked at the dull Cen Hua and the pale background behind her.
She suddenly discovered something was wrong.
The hearts of myself in the dream and myself dreaming in reality began to beat violently.
"I hope you can succeed...Xiaolan..."
Cen Hua in front of her gradually became distorted, and her voice was also distorted.
"Hope...hope...you..."
"Xiao...Lan..."
In an instant, Cen Hua's figure turned into a huge white whirlpool. Xiaolan knew this intention, which meant that the dream was about to end.
With a thump, Xiaolan sat up from the bed.
Panting heavily, she reached for the night light beside the bed and turned it on.
A pale yellow light lit up the dark room. Xiaolan stared around the room twice before confirming that she had left the dreamland just now.
Heipi groaned twice and quickly fell asleep again.
But Xiaolan couldn't sleep anymore.
She held her head, the cold sweat on her forehead was as cold as her fingers.
I just discovered the problem myself.
"I hope you can succeed, Xiaolan."
These were the last words Cen Hua said to her before they parted.
At that time, no one, including Qu Lianfan and Rong Fa, discovered the problem.
Xiaolan swallowed a mouthful of thick saliva.
Cen Hua, why do you know that your name is Xiaolan?
Rong Fa and Qu Lianfan never introduced themselves to her.
But Cen Hua knows his name and knows that he is Xiaolan.
Cen Hua, a man who was thrown into a karma prison decades ago and completely cut off from outside information.
She knows herself.
Xiaolan raised her head and gasped feebly.
Self, what on earth is it?
The Ten Day Banquet Chapter is finally over. I remembered that when I started the chapter, I said I would try to finish this volume with 100,000 words. Now it seems that I have really slapped myself in the face, and the next volume will not be short, everyone.
Just wait and see (╥╯^╰╥) (Crying crocodile tears)