lost dream

Butterflies are obsessed with flowers, so when the flowers wither, the butterfly's wings lose all their color in an instant.

Waking up from the dream, everything was in vain...

Jiang Chen came to this place for the first time - an ancient town, neither big nor small.

He walked through the mottled ancient city wall, separated by a wall, and the big river went out—the city wall was the dam, and the dam was the city wall.He touches and feels the unique touch of moss, one is green for life, the other is gray for death, land and water are ingeniously connected through the city gate, Jiang Chen is thoughtful.He habitually looked up, and under the afterglow of the setting sun, he saw a figure just under the towers of the city wall.Although he could only see a vague outline, he seemed to be able to sense that the person was smiling, smiling at him?

When he reached the city wall, the man was gone, only the wind from the river blowing towards him.Jiang Chen sucked in a lot of air, with a touch of water vapor, a sense of leisure and comfort emerged spontaneously.It's just that no one saw the layers of lime peeling off the white wall of the pagoda on the top of the mountain on the opposite side of the river.

Suddenly, it was getting late.Jiang Chen walked in the winding alley, at the end of the alley was an old house.The outside of the house is solemn and quiet, and the inside of the house is full of vegetation.He was the only tenant in the empty mansion.

Jiang Chen walked to his rented room, which was a room on the second floor of the West Courtyard, and the lush branches and leaves of a jujube tree were exposed outside the window.

He walked to the desk in front of the window, turned on the computer, looked at the empty copywriting inside, scratched his hair, and closed the computer.Then he took out a thick diary from his bag, took out a pen, and wrote:

I always feel that I have a destiny with it, so I came here, thinking that there will always be some inspiration, and this place is indeed a place with beautiful mountains and rivers.Perhaps this ancient city also felt that it was destined for me, so it stood silently for a hundred years in the precarious wind and rain.What a fate!One person, one city, one named Jiang Chen, one named Jiangcheng.

On the tower today, I saw a person, that figure should be a man——

His pen tip paused for a moment, and he didn't know why he mentioned that figure in the diary, and then wrote:

Maybe I'm really tired and write all the trivial things up, that's all, that's all for now.

Jiang Chen closed the diary, looked up at the night sky of Molan outside the window, a few lone stars.

I don't know how long he forgot, until some tears welled up in his eyes.Jiang Lang is exhausted?Are you really what they say?He shook his head, pushing those extra thoughts out of his mind.

He closed the window, turned and walked towards the vermilion old-style canopy bed in the house.

Squeak——The wooden window behind him was blown open by the wind. He walked over and saw the branches and leaves outside the window trembling slightly, making a rustling sound.

Jiang Chen closed the window, walked back to the bed, turned off the crude gas light bulb hanging on the beam, and fell asleep in a drowsy state.