After a few days of going back and forth between hopes and disappointments, Ning Que felt a little unhappy, and then he stopped thinking about it. Whether it was pleasant or unpleasant, it was very suitable to drink to get drunk. It happened that Sang Sang's illness happened again this night.
The little feet were as cold as two ice branches, so the master and the servant opened a can of strong liquor and drank heartily.
The little maid drank most of a large jar of spirits, but Ning Que was the one who fell first. Sangsang moved him to the mat with difficulty, then lifted up the quilt and put it on, and got in himself, habitually
Put your little feet into his arms.
Accompanied by the permeating aroma of wine, Ning Que had a dream.
In his dream, he felt that the warm sea appeared around him again, but this time he did not reach out to catch it like before, but found that he could only catch it in vain. It should be the words of old man Lu Qingchen that had an effect.
This time he knew very well that he was dreaming, so he stood in the warm sea and calmly looked at everything in front of him like a stranger or bystander.
He smiled in his dream and remembered a sentence: "Everything is an illusion, it can't scare me."
Perhaps because of his unprecedented calmness, Ning Que saw the appearance of the ocean in his dream very clearly this time. The boundless ocean that occupied the entire space was not blue but green, with an extremely dark yet transparent tone.
Like a piece of crystal clear jade.
Standing on this green sea, he did not bend down and reach out to fish for the slowly flowing green, but looked at it quietly, guessing in his mind where they would flow to next moment and what shape they would change into.
Two white flowers suddenly appeared in the green sea. The petals were all white, without a trace of variegation, nor the common colored silk cores of ordinary flowers. They were just monotonous and boring white.
The sea water beats the roots of the white flowers. If they have roots, under the moisture of the green sea water, the two white flowers grow rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye. The petals fall off piece by piece, and fall on the sea surface and turn into new white flowers. In this way
The white flowers quickly spread, occupying the entire sea surface in his sight, and extending to the sky.
Ning Que looked at such a divine scene, his mind was shaken and he couldn't calm down, so he walked up to the flower, stepped on the petals and walked towards the sky. His bare feet touched the delicate white flower petals, which bounced up and down slightly, feeling soft and tender.
Very wonderful.
In the carriage next to the field, Ning Que was lying on his side on the mat. The mattress on his body had already been lifted more than half, his forehead was covered with sweat, and he was holding a pair of little feet tightly in his arms.
The place is much better, pure white like snow, looking like two rustling little white flowers.
He frowned and curled his lips from time to time. He didn't know what he was thinking in his dream. His feet subconsciously moved on the mattress. He didn't know where they touched. He felt very comfortable. He showed a satisfied look on his face and stopped moving.
Ning Que's mind gradually became blurred, and he had long forgotten that he was in a dream. His mind was shaking but he was unusually calm as he walked on the sea, among the sea-like white flowers. Suddenly, his heart moved, and his whole body slowly floated away.
The petals quickly flew high into the sky over the sea.
Flying to a very high altitude, he lowered his head and looked down. He saw that the white flowers on the green ocean had long since disappeared, and he could faintly see a red plane deep in the sea, extending in all directions.
He broke through the water and dived into the depths of the green ocean.
He didn't know how long he had been hiding, but he finally saw the layer of red - it was a layer of water composed of thick, crimson slurry. It was an endless red, like ketchup, but more like blood that was about to solidify.
The blood water suddenly broke the calm and became boiling. There were countless human beings without facial features inside slowly stood up, then fell down, stood up again and fell down again. They struggled and howled silently in pain, but no matter how they struggled,
Howling in pain, the film on their facial features always imprisoned them in the eternally silent bloody world.
A trace of the deepest fear in life slowly and unstoppably took over Ning Que's body, turning him into a stone sculpture. He just stood by the sea of red blood unconsciously, watching those silent cruel scenes.
The bloody sea turned into land, and then there was a sky.
Ning Que stood between the sky and the ground, and found himself in the wasteland. Countless corpses were lying under his feet and in the distance. Those corpses included cavalry from the Tang Empire, warriors from the Moon Wheel Kingdom, crossbowmen from the Southern Jin Dynasty, and other corpses.
There were many fine knights of the prairie barbarians, and countless blood flowed out from under the bodies of these soldiers, dyeing the entire wasteland red.
Three black streaks of smoke were suspended steadily in front of the wasteland, looking at this direction indifferently, as if they were alive.
"It's getting dark."
"I said it was going to be dark, but no one ever believed me."
Someone said in Ning Que's ear in a contemptuous tone. Ning Que turned around suddenly and didn't see who was speaking, but saw many people looking up at the sky. Among those people were vendors with confused faces, and others with unwilling faces.
There are officials, timid young ladies, and monks laughing like crazy. No matter how different their clothes and expressions are, these people have one thing in common, that is, they all hold their heads high, like fat geese waiting to be fed.
Countless people in the wasteland looked up at the sky in fear. Ning Que subconsciously followed their gazes and found that it was still daytime because the sun hung in the sky, but he didn't know why the temperature in the wasteland was very low.
The light was very dim, and the sky and earth were darkened, as if night was approaching.
A sheet of black spreads from the other side of the sky and earth line. There is nothing special about it, it is just absolute black, just like the white flowers he saw at the beginning of the dream. There is no variegation. It is the black in the deepest part of human dreams.
The people looking at the sky were scared, Ning Que was scared, and they didn't know why they were scared.
Ning Que looked around to find the person who had spoken to him before. He wanted to ask that person what happened and why the sky turned dark. However, no matter how hard he searched, he could not find the person. He could only vaguely see a polar circle.
The tall figure walked through the crowd and walked outside the wasteland.
He shouted loudly at the tall figure: "Hey! Is that you? What's going on!"
The tall man did not turn around, and his back was extremely bleak as he left the crowd, until he disappeared. However, Ning Que's shout alarmed the people in the wasteland who were looking up at the sky. Some people complained: "It's getting dark, why don't you watch carefully.
, it’s such a disgusting little thing that insists on disturbing our peace in the last moments.”
There were only a few people who complained. The vast majority of people in the wasteland looked away at the sky and looked at Ning Que in surprise. The expressions in their eyes underwent strange changes, some became more and more shocked, and some became more and more passionate.
, some even shed tears slowly. A drunkard and a butcher stood beside Ning Que and looked at him quietly, as if waiting for him to say something. All these eyes focused on Ning Que, as if he represented someone.
kind of hope.
It feels strange to be watched by the whole world, and it feels strange to be regarded as hope. Ning Que feels that he has instantly become great, lofty, and even sacred. But he is just an ordinary person, and he has no idea what will happen to him this night.
He wondered what was going on in the world, so he was so frightened and uneasy that he felt a sharp pain in his chest.