Snower

That night, Fog Nian had another bizarre dream.

In the dream, he was sitting on a small boat with no oars, but the boat floated smoothly on the water.

Wu Nian looked around and found that this place turned out to be a small bay in Qingze.

The small boat sailed slowly towards the center of the lake, and stopped after about half an incense stick. A small whirlpool appeared in the water directly facing the bow of the boat.

In the dream, Wu Nian stretched out his hand, and raised his palm upwards slowly, a dazzling light slowly emerged from the vortex, the lake suddenly became choppy, and the water in the whole Qingze seemed to be boiling for it.

The light gradually faded, and islands appeared out of thin air in the center of the lake.

It seems inappropriate to say that it is an island, because the stone is as long as a cone, more like a stone pillar reaching the sky, the top is only the size of a fist, and shaped like a pair of overlapping palms, holding a bead that exudes soft light .

Wu Nian lightly hooked his hand, and the little golden pill slowly floated over and landed in his palm.

"It was so scary just now! Hey, what is this?"

In the foggy year, he suddenly heard someone talking, the voice was soft and familiar, but he looked around but couldn't see anyone.

Just when he was a little dazed, he saw his cuff move, and a small white snake stuck its head out from his wrist, looking at him curiously.

Cut silver?

No, it's not him, this little snake doesn't have a cinnabar mole on its forehead.

"A Nian, what's the matter with you." The little snake asked again.

But the self in the dream just touched the little snake's head lightly and said, "Eat it."

The little snake swallowed the golden elixir obediently, and asked belatedly, "Why are you eating this?"

Wu Nian stroked the delicate back of the little snake, and his voice was softer than he had ever imagined: "In the future, you can go wherever you want."

"And no matter where you are, I can find you."

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After waking up, Wu Nian stared at the beam for a long time in a daze.

The dream was so real that he couldn't tell where the real world was for a while, and he felt a bit like Zhuang Zhou's dream butterfly.

He has had this kind of dream several times in the past. He dreamed that he was like a fairy with his wide sleeves flowing like a fairy, or riding clouds and fog, or walking on water, or sitting in a small pavilion to paint, but never No dream was as real as last night.

It's not like a vague dream, but like a reappearance of memory.

The kind of peace of mind and warmth that made him indescribable made him want to indulge in it and not want to wake up.

What's more, the snake in the dream just now is too much like a silver clipper.

Wunian frowned slightly, and turned his head to look at the young man curled up by the stove.

The two of them had a rather unpleasant quarrel yesterday, and they didn't communicate with each other all afternoon.Jian Yin looked at him secretly from time to time, as if hesitating to speak, but in the end he didn't speak, and he didn't ask.

Wu Nian lost his parents at a young age, and his memory of family affection is very vague, and he has lived alone almost as long as he can remember.There are not many people in Qingze Town, and the temperament of the foggy year is cold, occasionally receiving some care, but thinking about reciprocating kindness, and there is no close friendship for many years.

He knows the ways of the world, but he doesn't know how to communicate with others, and he is polite but without friendship.

Yesterday, he teased and swears at Jianyin repeatedly, and he himself felt a little surprised afterward.

After the surprise, there was regret, and when there was no way to regret, it turned into a touch of panic and anger.

Originally, as long as Jian Yin spoke first, he would be able to comfort him a little logically.But the little goblin just looked at him with an aggrieved expression all afternoon, but didn't say a word, and Wu Nian couldn't pull himself together to ask for peace, so he had to freeze with a cold face.

But it doesn't matter, it's going to be night soon, and then this little fairy will be a demon.

Unexpectedly, at night, Jian Yin dug out the quilt from the closet by herself, lay down obediently by the stove, and forcibly suppressed the benevolent "go to bed" that had been brewing all afternoon in the Fog Year. go back.

Wu Nian lay holding his breath, always paying attention to Jian Yin's movement, he couldn't believe that this little fairy was really so honest.

When the sound of even and gentle breathing came from under the bed, Wu Nian almost jumped out of the bed on impulse to wake Jian Yin up.

Are you not a snowman?Can you do something that a snowman should do? ?

Wu Nian gritted his teeth for a while, only to realize that something was wrong with him, unknowingly he was seduced by this little snake demon.

He is Xue Ke, and he is the host, this relationship should be dominated by himself no matter what.

Jianyin didn't sleep well by the fire.

It was very cold on the ground, and a layer of mattresses was only slightly insulated from the cold air. It still couldn't get warm, so it could only rely on the stove next to it to keep warm.

The little man huddled into a ball, his brows were slightly frowned, revealing a pitiful look, which made Nian's heart feel blocked.

Thinking about the habits of snakes, Wu Nian felt that the snake demon was probably also afraid of the cold, so he got up and wanted to put Jianyin on the bed and go to sleep.

Jian Yin didn't know if he felt Wu Nian's gaze in his dream, his eyelashes trembled a few times, and he woke up leisurely.He looked sleepily at the foggy year in front of him, and said softly in a little daze, "Good morning."

Hearing the slightly nasal sound in his voice, Nian Wu felt a little depressed all of a sudden, as if he had done something heinous.But he didn't show anything on his face, he just ordered bluntly: "Go to bed and sleep."

Jian Yin was not fully awake yet, hearing the words, she just gave a dumbfounded "oh", then obediently got out of the bed, climbed into Wu Nian's bed obediently, covered the quilt, and looked at Wu Nian half asleep and half awake. Year.

Two snow-white legs slowly drifted past Wu Nian's eyes. He looked away and cleared his throat: "You continue to sleep, I'll go out for a while."

It took a long time for Jian Yin to react, and just about to ask where Wu Nian was going, the door was already closed.

However, even if Jian Yin asked, he would not get an answer, because the foggy year didn't know what he was going out to do.

He just felt that he needed to calm down and could not continue to be in the same room with Jian Yin.

There was light snow outside, but it wasn't too cold. Foggy Year walked aimlessly along the town for a while, a layer of hoarfrost fell on his shoulders, and he unknowingly came to the lake bay in his dream last night.

Thinking about the dream last night, Nian Wu frowned.

He looked around and found an abandoned fishing boat on the shore. After checking that there were no leaks, he boarded the boat and rowed towards the lake.

Qingze is a spiritual lake that is free from frost and frost all year round, but the lake water in winter is still bitingly cold, and the slightest chill from the lake surface wraps the boat.

Wu Nian didn't know whether he was woken up by the cold wind or dizzy, but he actually wanted to find the stone pillar in yesterday's dream in the middle of the lake.

Although Qingze Town is small, it is very rich with mountains and rivers. It can be self-sufficient only by the fish ponds on the river bank. The townspeople rarely go fishing in the lake.

I have never been to the center of the lake in the foggy year, and the view of this lake bay is wide and flat like a mirror. At first glance, there is no clue, and I have never heard of any strange islands and rocks there.

While shaking the oar, he also felt that he was a little ridiculous, but for some reason, an unspeakable impulse drove him to see it with his own eyes, or to ask for proof.

Last night, in the dream, the time for half a stick of incense had arrived, but today the year of fog has passed for nearly an hour.

At this moment, Wu Nian was looking at the front in a daze, the cone-shaped island stone that should have appeared in his dream, even the gap in the golden pill at the top was exactly the same.

He lowered his head, he was still wearing the overcoat he put on when he went out in the morning, instead of the wide-sleeved white robe in the dream.

His dreams are real.