The wind and moon of the other world are full of the world

The cold dream seems to fall into the warm and dense lake water, gradually sinking, the warm water vapor wraps the body, the slightest warmth penetrates into the skin, and the body warms up, which is very pleasant.

Chihiro in the dream, seems real or false, like illusion, the young man opened his playful phoenix eyes, and looked into the blue lake water, his naked body swung his limbs, cruising in it, his joyful eyes looked around in the water.

But there was only dead silence all around, a dead silence that frightened him.

Brother Qingyu, where are you?

Brother Qingyu, wait for me...

Suddenly, the water of the lake changed drastically, the clear blue color disappeared, gradually became cloudy and yellowed, and then the blood faded away bit by bit until it permeated around the young man and penetrated into his whole body.

——Don’t, don’t die, please, Brother Qingyu, Xiao Nian didn’t know it was you...

The young man opened his mouth and exclaimed, but he forgot that he was in the water, opened his mouth, the lake water poured into his mouth, choked his lungs, his mouth was bloody, and he felt nauseated, the young man waved his limbs indiscriminately, coughing uncomfortably, The more water in the coughing nostrils and throat, the less air in the lungs, the stronger the dizziness in the mind, the teenager feels desperately that his body is gradually sinking...

With a sigh, a sigh that seemed to have gone through countless vicissitudes sounded, and the boy's body was supported by a cold force.

"Son, why are you bothering? There is Naihe Bridge above, and you don't want to cross this Wangchuan River?" The woman gently laid the young man's body on the bank with kind eyes.

The young man opened his eyes weakly, and said weakly: "I don't want to cross the Naihe Bridge, I don't want to forget..."

Reincarnation on Naihe Bridge, Naihe Bridge on Wangxiangtai, Wangxiangtai on Wangxiangtai, a bowl of Mengpo soup, the past is broken, but he must not forget!So the only way to cross the Wangchuan River, even if he waited for thousands of years, he jumped off without hesitation.

"Silly boy, the person you are chasing has just passed the Naihe Bridge and drank the old woman's soup." It turns out that the woman is Meng Po who is guarding the Wangxiang Terrace on the Naihe Bridge.

The young man's powerless eyes were desperate for a moment, but he still bit his lip stubbornly, saying every word, sad and firm: "It's okay, I'm willing to wait."

Thousands of years of loneliness, even if he can't speak when he sees that person walking across the Naihe Bridge again and again, he is willing to wait, wait until he enters reincarnation, and wait until he personally says sorry.

The woman seemed to be used to it, she sighed again, turned her palms over, and there was a bowl of soup in her hands, and said kindly: "My child, the river of Wangchuan is cold, the river is full of lonely souls and wild ghosts, and the wind is bloody, don't be persistent anymore... ..."

As she spoke, the woman slowly brought the soup bowl in her hand to the young man's lips expressionlessly. The young man was in a panic, but he couldn't exert any strength in his whole body. His pupils were desperate, his lips trembling, and his eyes were full of pleading.

Don't drink it, and don't forget it even when you die.

Brother Qingyu, save Xiao Nian.

Ice-cold tears fell from the corners of the young man's desperate and distressed eyes, I'm sorry, brother Qingyu, why didn't you wait for Xiao Nian, Xiao Nian is so cold now...

"Chihiro, Chihiro, wake up..."

Meng Qianxun slept very deeply this time. From the morning to the present evening, Cheng Zalan hugged Meng Qianxun and closed his eyes to rest his mind. During this period, Cheng Zailan also went out a few times, because he was worried that Meng Qianxun would be cold, so they were all short-lived. After ordering some things, he went back to bed.

At nightfall, Cheng Zailan went out and ordered someone to heat up the porridge that had been in the room all day, and after a stick of incense, he lay next to Meng Qianxun again, hugging his cool body tenderly, his brows frowning uncontrollably, Where did this icy physique come from?

After a short period of distraction, Cheng Zailan suddenly felt a wave of cold water coming from his chest. Looking down, he saw Meng Qianxun's face full of sadness and despair. One by one, it seems to be calling for something, begging for something...

Tears, silent.

Have a nightmare?

Cheng Zailan's chest was soaked with tears, as if pierced by a sharp knife, with sharp pain.

"Qianxun, wake up... wake up..." Cheng Zailan shook the body of the person in his arms, feeling unspeakable panic in his heart.

The body was shaken violently but gently, surrounded by the familiar warmth in the memory, just like the lake water wrapped in warmth at the beginning in the dream, the pounding and rapid heartbeat, there is a kind of magic power to comfort people's hearts.

Consciousness gradually came back, Meng Qianxun's eyelids trembled, and the coldness on his face fell into his hair, it turned out that he was inadvertently crying.

Is that hug too warm?

Meng Qianxun suddenly found that she was timid and did not dare to open her eyes until her tears dried up and there was no trace of the dream.

The long eyelashes like butterfly wings moved, the phoenix eyes flowed, Meng Qianxun raised a faint smile, stared at the worried Cheng Zalan, and murmured in an empty voice: "Zailan, if at that time It would have been better if I hadn't shot him, if my marksmanship hadn't been so accurate..."

Cheng Zailan was slightly stunned, as if he didn't understand what Meng Qianxun was talking about, but he intuitively felt that it had something to do with his nightmare just now. With his strong arms, he tightly held the person in his arms, and gently pressed Meng Qianxun's head to his chest, softly Said loudly: "It's all over."

The blunt tone of voice did not seem to be consoling, but it touched the most fragile strings in Meng Qianxun's heart, and the tears she held back collapsed again, flooding, and the persistence of one person, the ignorant search, was really tiring.

The trembling body and the silent tears moistened Cheng Zailan's chest and even moistened Cheng Zailan's heart.

That voice of sorry, that deep regret...

With whom?