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In the morning, the sun penetrates the mist of the valley, reflecting the lush vegetation.

Li Ang and Song Shaoyuan stepped on the steep mountain road paved with bluestone slabs, listening to the singing of birds and insects gradually becoming active in the forest, they climbed up the stairs.

Li Ang climbed up a steep slope, and the scene ahead suddenly became clear. The sea of ​​clouds rises and falls, dangerous peaks stand tall, and there are welcoming pine trees and rocks on the steep cliffs. Along the branches extending in front of the ancient pine, looking into the distance, you can vaguely see the building of the school palace through the clouds and mist.

Hoo, hoo

Song Shaoyuan also climbed up the steep slope and stood shoulder to shoulder with Li Ang, looking down the mountain.

Brother Song is out of breath now?

Li Ang smiled and said, It wasn't like this before.

It's like this if you haven't practiced for too long.

Song Shaoyuan forced a smile, and looked at the scene down the mountain with a little absent-minded eyes.

Xiashan Mountain is steep and difficult to climb, and there are invisible restrictions on the breeding of monsters scattered in the valley, which will affect people's breathing rate,

Therefore, with Song Shaoyuan's physique after embarking on the path of cultivation, he still suffers from shortness of breath.

Looking at the expression on his face, Li Ang knew that he hadn't recovered from the nightmare, he sighed in his heart, and said, There is still a long way to go, let's continue climbing.

good.

Song Shaoyuan nodded, breathed steadily, and followed Li Ang to climb towards the top of the mountain.

Brother Song, do you still remember Wei Zijing?

Is it the one from Weizhou Women's Academy? Remember, what's wrong?

I went back to Weizhou a few days ago, and heard from the neighbors that she married Zhai Yiming, who once studied in Weizhou with us.

Li Ang smiled and said, Speaking of which, she liked you before.

Ahem, it's all over.

Elder Song Shaoyuan blushed and waved his hands.

When he went to school in Weizhou, he was not bad in appearance, good in character and learning, and his family was quite rich, so he was favored by many girls.

It's a pity that Song Shaoyuan at that time was even more stupid than a wooden head, and he only liked studying and traveling in mountains and rivers.

Once, the students from Weizhou went out on a group trip to climb a mountain. Wei Zijing accidentally twisted her foot on the mountain road, and she implied that Song Shaoyuan should carry her on her back.

As a result, Song Shaoyuan had a mental attack of loving teachers, classmates, and the collective. Seeing that Wei Zijing really sprained her foot,

After discussing with several other male students, I immediately made a simple stretcher out of wooden branches and cloth, carried her down the mountain, and quickly turned her away to the hospital under the astonished eyes of passers-by. This is a missed opportunity.

The two chatted and laughed, chatting about various things in Weizhou, climbed up the mountain road, and came to a resting pavilion on the edge of a cliff.

At this time, the sun is shining brightly, the mist in the mountains is gradually dissipating, and the temperature is also rising.

Li Ang released his thoughts, brushed off the fallen leaves on the bench in the gazebo, and placed the package on the stone table casually.

Opening the package, there were two pairs of chopsticks and two tin lunch boxes inside. There was a sticker on the lid of the lunch box, marking which one belonged to Li Ang and which one belonged to Song Shaoyuan.

Li Ang smiled slightly, took out two heat charms, pasted them on the bottom of the lunch box to keep warm, then raised his head and asked Song Shaoyuan, How is the family?

ah?

Song Shaoyuan froze for a moment, his eyes became a little sad, It's okay.

Actually not good.

In the illusion created by the nightmare, Aunt Song's husband who had died for many years was fabricated, Song Shaoyuan's wife and daughter were created out of thin air, and related memories were implanted into the minds of the family.

As the bronze box was destroyed, the nightmare disappeared, and the nightmare melted into wax,

But those memories that are almost real and accompanied by family members still exist in my head.

In the past few days after returning to Chang'an, Song Shaoyuan was in a low mood and stayed behind closed doors. You Xiao barely supported himself and pretended to be nonchalant in front of outsiders. Aunt Song was fine on the surface, but she would hide in her room at night and wipe her face secretly. Tears, miss the deceased husband.

Sunrise?

Um?

...You said, is truth and falsehood that important?

Song Shaoyuan said in a low voice: Friar Zhuxiao like Lu Qingya can't tell the truth from the fake.

If the nightmare created by the Nightmare Tapir doesn't extract life force, I think many people would be willing to immerse themselves in its dream and live a lifetime, right?

No,

It should be said that even if the nightmare created by the nightmare can extract life force, I believe many people are willing to indulge in it.

Warm and sincere affection,

unforgettable love,

Equal and profound friendship,

All positive emotions in the world can be fabricated, created, and shaped by nightmares.

.Maybe.

Li Ang, who had been thinking about this question for a long time, could not give a clear answer. He shook his head, opened the heated metal lunch box, and pushed Song Shaoyuan's portion over, Taste it.

Song Shaoyuan picked up the chopsticks, picked up a piece of fried meat, his eyes lit up, It tastes good, did you make it?

How can it be.

Li Ang smiled and opened his lunch box. Slap.

A letter fell on the table.

Um?

Li Ang raised his eyebrows, the envelope was glued to the back of the lid of the lunch box with glutinous rice, and the opening was also sealed with rice milk.

He opened the envelope and said casually, Of course it was made by my family.

The one in your house?

Song Shaoyuan's hand holding the vegetables stopped in the air, with a puzzled expression on his face, Who is it?

Who else is it, of course it is Cuiqiao.

Song Shaoyuan was even more puzzled, Who?

Li Ang's expression froze instantly, and he saw the first sentence on the letter paper.

【Master, when you read this passage, I should have already left】

boom!

With him as the center, the majestic thought power suddenly spread in all directions.

The gravel on the ground collapsed suddenly, creating a circular pothole, and the wind swept through the gazebo, kicking up a vast amount of dust.

Ahem!

Song Shaoyuan coughed, and fanned the dust in front of his face with his hands,

Li Ang helped the table to stand up, his pupils trembled, and the words on the paper were reflected in his eyes.

[When did it start? Probably after returning to Chang'an, I found something unusual]

[The kettle that had been removed from the coal stove suddenly appeared on the coal stove again. The clothes that had been put away, turned around to look, and suddenly returned to the drying rack in the courtyard. The ground that has been swept, becomes dirty again in the next second]

【Things done in memory never happen】

[At first, I thought it was the effect of the nightmare mutation, similar to the short-term memory loss you mentioned, young master. The result is not]

【I went to the reading club, everyone unconsciously ignored me, even Le Ling had to struggle to notice my existence】

[I went to school in the Academy, and I knew my classmate at the same table yesterday, and asked who I was with a strange expression, the guard didn’t know me, the teacher didn’t remember me, and suspected that I sneaked into the Academy and wanted to send me to prison Faculty. After a while, the teacher forgot about it]

[The dinner at home is delivered regularly by the restaurant. In the past few years, there were two pairs of bowls and chopsticks, but now it has always been a pair. Even you, young master, have not noticed this problem. Every night, as usual, I will repeatedly explain to the restaurant staff that I will send it tomorrow. Two pairs of bowls and chopsticks]

[Everyone gradually no longer remembers who I am, and even gradually loses sight of me]

[I also understand, the problem is myself. I am disappearing from this world]

【It turns out that I am also a nightmare】