Huan Rong

Since meeting Qin Jing, Huan Rong's dreams began to change.

First of all, the era and characters in the dream are still the same, it’s still a series, it’s still about gold and iron horses, court politics, Wei and Jin style, celebrities are chic, but the scenes are more vivid, as if they are happening in front of you.

The difference is that some content changes from "ordinary" to "unusual", and from "ordinary" to "uncommon".What's more, occasionally there will be some kind of unspeakable scene.

I have never driven a car, but I have always seen cars run.

Especially the people in the scene are extremely "familiar", and it is already an extraordinary psychological endurance not to be scared out of their bodies.It is impossible to maintain calm and act as if nothing happened.

The alarm clock rang suddenly, and the silence was suddenly broken.

Huan Rong opened his eyes, but couldn't realize for a long time whether he was in reality or still in a dream.

After lying down for a full 5 minutes, the chaotic brain slowly woke up.

Looking at the familiar ceiling, thinking about everything he experienced in the dream, Huan Rong suddenly sat up, feeling the blood rushing up, and the blush spread from the base of the ears, and quickly spread to the entire neck.

This is not sinful.

Huan Rong gritted her back molars, lifted the thin blanket, and was embarrassed with herself for two seconds, finally sighed resignedly, got out of bed, and walked quickly into the bathroom.

The door closed, and the sound of rushing water came out quickly.

After about a quarter of an hour, Huan Rong temporarily got rid of the embarrassing situation, put a towel on his head, and walked back to the bedroom.

No time to care about the two rows of wet footprints extending from the bathroom to the bedside, Huan Rong sat down on the side of the bed, with his elbows on his knees, his fingers crossed, his thumb on his chin, his index finger on his lips, and looked at the alarm clock beside the bed , a long time in a trance.

The minute hand crossed three frames, Huan Rong closed his eyes, and then opened them again, with indistinguishable emotions flashing through his dark eyes.

Everything in the dream was too real, so real that it was a little scary.

After meeting Qin Jing, the previously blurred details became clear.It is simply a jump from the normal version to ultra-clear.Occasionally when he wakes up, he can't even tell where reality is.

Zhuang Zhou dreams of butterflies.

He never thought that such a bizarre thing would happen to him.

In addition, certain scenes in the dream made him more and more confused, so confused that he began to be at a loss.

Being single for more than 20 years, occasionally having unspeakable dreams is really nothing.But the problem is that the scenes are constantly changing, and the characters are always the same. The sound, touch, and momentary emotions seem to be engraved in my mind, and I can't forget them even if I want to.

Unconsciously, he began to be infected by the emotions in the dream.

Happiness, pleasure, sadness, pain, helplessness, desolation.

Bitter, hot, sour and sweet, "taste" all kinds of tastes one by one, and the mentality will change accordingly.To use an inappropriate analogy, it is like wearing a 20-year-old shell and a 80-[-]-year-old heart.

Some colleagues joked with him, saying that he felt more and more different, and sometimes, it was like a different person.

"I can't say it's bad." The colleague seemed a little puzzled, "Just like the difficult client last time, our BOSS didn't show good face when he came forward, and it turned out that you got it done."

Similar things happen once or twice, which can only be said to be a coincidence.The result is like this one after another, every time, how can it not be surprising.

Up until now, whenever encountering similar situations, without exception, it was Huan Rong who came forward.The colleagues in the company are saying that in his previous life, he was either a real dragon emperor or a prime minister, otherwise he would not have such a strong momentum.

"Brother Huan, get serious, don't talk about customers, my neck feels cold when I sit on the side."

Although there is a joking element, it can really explain the problem.

Thinking of this, Huan Rong sighed.

He grabbed the towel off his head, lay on his back on the bed, and continued to stare at the ceiling in a daze.

Today is a rest day, and he still set the alarm clock habitually.Waking up too early, with nothing to do, wanting to go back to sleep, and worrying about continuing to dream.

Glancing out the window, he found that the sky was a bit gloomy, so he rested from his morning run and simply continued to lie on the bed in a daze.

To be honest, sometimes, being in a daze is also a kind of happiness.

It's a pity that God doesn't seem to intend to give him this kind of happiness.

Less than 5 minutes later, the phone rang suddenly.

Seeing the caller ID, Huan Rong trembled and almost threw the phone out.

Without him, a certain scene was flashing through his mind, and the person in the scene—or should I say, a person with the same face called suddenly, it was difficult not to think of it as "horrifying".

"Huan Rong?"

Putting on the earphones, Huan Rong told himself to stay calm, it was all a coincidence.But as the low voice hit the ear drum, an unspeakable numbness began to rise from the spine.

Instead of covering his mouth with one hand, he would almost groan.

Voice control?

No, absolutely not!

But in a certain scene, such as a certain tent, someone uses this kind of voice... no, I can't think about it anymore, if I think about it again, something will go wrong!

On the other end of the phone, Qin Jing stood in front of the shelf and picked up a simple wooden box.Lifting the lid of the box, there was a piece of suet jade lying quietly inside.

The times are different, and sending hairpins is a bit "alternative", and such a jade pendant is obviously more suitable.

In a few words, a dinner appointment was made.

Huan Rong was staring at the phone in a daze, and the bases of his ears began to feel hot again unconsciously.

Qin Jing leaned sideways in front of the Bogu stand, picked up the jade pendant, and slightly raised the corners of her lips.Maybe thinking of something, the smile got deeper and deeper.

As the evening approached, Huan Rong left the residence and walked towards the parking lot.

Half a month ago, he finally stopped crowding the subway, and his driver's license was rediscovered.The scheduled restaurant is a little far away, and being late is not on Huan Rong's schedule.

After walking a few steps, a scent of sandalwood came faintly.

Huan Rong subconsciously stopped and looked at an old man walking towards him.

The old man has white beard and hair, a pale face, wearing an improved Taoist robe, and holds a string of sandalwood beads in his hands. His temperament can only be described as immortal.

Noticing Huan Rong's gaze, the old man smiled slightly and said: "If we meet today, even if we are destined. Let me give you a word, save the common people from the fire and water, and you will have the blessings of this life. Cultivate the fields to get food, store water to get fish, it is destined to be like this, no need Self-disturbance."

Seeing the facial features of the old man clearly, Huan Rong was taken aback for a moment.Hearing these words suddenly, I suddenly didn't know how to react.

The old man smiled again, said no more, turned around and left.

Huan Rong finally woke up from the shock, and said two words in a low voice: "Hu...qian?"

Wanting to catch up and ask for clarification, the old man had already gone so far that even his back disappeared.Huan Rong had no choice but to give up this idea, but he was still thinking about what the old man said before, which seemed to be understandable, but also seemed to be unsolvable.

Walking to the river, Hu Qian stopped and saw two beauties standing not far away, and they clasped their hands in an ancient ceremony.

The beauty nodded and returned the gift with a smile.

The three of them didn't speak, but they seemed to have reached a tacit agreement.

The willow branches are gently swaying, and the Qinhuai River flows slowly, passing through the time and space of thousands of years, bringing an ancient saying.

"The fate of the past."

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