give me a chance to be a good person

No matter how many years Yuze has stayed here, Meng Zhangjun has been here too.

Although Southern Border belongs to the Nanman area, it is very far away from the Nanman Lord. In fact, Meng Zhangjun and Wu Lang have nothing to say. The two of them have not worked together for a long time. However, the distance cannot be ignored. What I said in the small hotel before is already a topic that I have racked my brains and brazenly brought up.

"How are you doing recently?" Meng Zhangjun pretended to be relaxed and said, "This is the first time you have shown up to find me."

Wu Lang said indifferently: "My third brother defected, my fourth sister almost died, my fifth brother had an accident, my second brother was angry with me, my younger brother is now missing, and I am blind, so I can pass it by."

Meng Zhangjun choked, he nodded silently, showing a helpless and embarrassed expression, and said dryly: "It sounds pretty good." He turned his head to look at Shang Shijing, and suddenly said, "This yes?"

"Collaborator." Shang Shijing said before Wu Lang spoke, with a cold expression, "Meng Zhangjun, one of the Four Sages, has long admired you."

"Ha." Meng Zhangjun rubbed his chin and said in surprise, "You actually know me? Even if Mr. Lang called me Meng Zhang before, how can I be sure that I am one of the Four Sages? My surname is Meng Mingzhang. Coincidentally, I have the same name. That's all."

Meng Zhangjun's disgusting smile appeared on Shang Shijing's face. He seemed to be about to say something, but Meng Zhangjun stopped him with a wave of his hand: "Hey! Forget it! You should stop talking, with your expression It’s exactly the same as Zhiming, and it makes you upset when you look at it, anyway, you smart people are like this, why do you have a flaw here, and a gap there, I don’t want to know where you saw it.”

In fact, Shang Shijing didn't want to say anything, he just knew that Wu Lang was Lord Ling Guang, and he was familiar with Wu Lang, also known as Meng Zhang, how many people could there be.

"There are not many people in this world who can cooperate with Boy Lang." Meng Zhangjun tilted his head, pressed his neck, and said thoughtfully, "It seems that you are not simple."

Shang Shijing said flatly: "But everyone takes what they need, Mr. Meng Zhang is serious."

Wu Lang didn't respond at all, as if acquiescing to this fact.

Three no matter if there is no one to guide the way in this deep mountain and great lake, I am afraid that it will take several months to find the trace of Zao Mengsheng. Even with Meng Zhangjun leading the way, they still spent a lot of effort to find the place of Zao Mengsheng.

This great lake is extremely dangerous, full of snakes, insects, rats and ants. Fortunately, it is winter now, with heavy snow and extremely cold. If it is summer, it will be even more depressing.The three of them walked for a long time without a word, and after crossing several mountain peaks, they saw flowers and weeds overgrown. The big tree had lost all its leaves, leaving only bare branches. When they entered again, they saw a hut crowded in Among the mountains, pines and firs are planted on the mountain walls, and there are many hanging coffins. Outside the hut, there are lush flowers and plants, which are quiet and unremarkable.

"You should be prepared, this Yao Fanghua is not joking." When entering, Meng Zhangjun said suddenly, "Zaomengsheng can't do it, but whether we can come out of the illusion depends on our fortune."

What he said was talking about us, but in fact it was Shang Shijing who was looking at him. This is not surprising. Among the three, Shang Shijing has the lowest level of cultivation, and Yao Fanghua's ability to confuse him is naturally the strongest. of.

"Keep your mind and don't indulge in illusions." Wu Lang clenched his hands tightly and whispered again.

Shang Shi nodded, and remembered that Wu Lang couldn't see, so he said, "It's okay."

Meng Zhangjun couldn't help but rolled his eyes at Wu Lang, Shang Shijing couldn't see it, but Wu Lang saw it, and silently wrote him down in the little notebook in his heart.

The three of them made up their minds, and they stepped into the illusion together. It felt very strange, like falling into a dream of taking a nap in the afternoon, or waking up from a nap after a short nap, and the mind is still unclear , Shang Shijing first smelled the fragrance, and then the sound of the TV was noisy.

Shang Shijing rubbed his eyes, sat up from the sofa, opened the window halfway, the curtain fluttered slightly in the wind, and could only vaguely see the shadow of the moonlight outside.He stayed on the sofa for a long time, stepping on the fluffy carpet with bare feet, as if everything he had experienced before was just a dream.

An unknown fairy tale drama is playing on the TV. The air conditioner is probably broken. The cold wind is blowing so hard that the sound is a little loud. The desk lamp is turned to a warm tone, and the whole room looks dim and lazy, making people feel dizzy drowsy.

Shang Shijing picked up the remote control panel and turned off the TV, and looked around his "little dwelling" unexpectedly.

It turned out to be just a dream.

Shang Shijing stretched his body, and relaxed pleasantly and pleasantly. He felt that the grotesque world in his memory was blurred, and he couldn't even remember what he had experienced. He yawned lazily and sat down. After blowing the wind on the beanbag sofa in the corner for a while, with only a faint feeling of trepidation, Shang Shijing went into the bathroom after pulling out a change of clothes from the cabinet.

The hot water in the bathroom was quite suitable, but it made his mind even more drowsy. Shang Shijing rubbed his face, his body was full of heat, and beads of water were still falling from the ends of his hair, dropping drops to the ground. Hanging the towel on his forehead, he walked into the kitchen following the aroma. The instant bento in the microwave was not cold yet, exuding the aroma that seduces the gluttons.

Shang Shijing then picked up the bento box, found a lot of pillows to put on the back of his waist, turned on the TV again, and continued to watch the unknown fairy tale drama.

I don’t know what the hell I’m filming in a recent TV series. The plot is about a poor little male protagonist who has been tortured all the way through hard times. On the way, he meets a mysterious man who talks about his gods and gods, and there is another man who takes pleasure in hanging him. The psychic city master, and a lot of people who are not good people after all, typical abusers.

Shang Shijing scooped up a spoonful of rice and stuffed it into his mouth. The stewed potatoes were so rotten that they melted in his mouth. It tasted like some kind of potato porridge, but it was actually a bit delicious. He silently memorized the brand and planned to eat this taste to satisfy himself Get bored and find something new.

In the middle of the TV series, the lunatic city lord suddenly turned into a woman. Shang Shijing was so frightened that he secretly changed actors. Don't you think I can't see it?But the TV series is still acting conscientiously, the male protagonist who is "just blind" didn't notice anything wrong, accepted the setting quickly, and didn't feel the audience's complaints at all.

In fact, Shang Shijing's house is not so popular. It took him a long time to react to his dull brain. He is too busy with work. Sometimes he almost sleeps in the company. The rented apartment is as clean as new. It is basically the same as the model house except that there is no dust. There is no difference, but there is no difference in the warmth and harmony at the moment.

In fact, there is nothing wrong with this, Shang Shijing is not a picky person, if there is a snail girl to help him tidy up the room, he will naturally welcome and be willing, it will be better than when he lives alone.

If it is a perverted murderer, in the simple and mediocre perception of the business world, I have never known such a perverted murderer who loves housework and gives the homeowner a sense of warmth and belonging.

The bento was eaten very quickly, probably because it was really delicious. Shang Shijing turned over and fished out the trash can. There were still the mineral water bottle he had thrown away and some discarded paper balls in it. This box of bento was just about full.

Time to take out the trash.

Complaints and dissatisfaction came together, but people who live at home can't be unhappy at all. Shang Shijing turned over dejectedly, put his hands on his face and let out a long howl. After realizing that it was useless, he struggled to his feet in frustration , holding a garbage bag and planning to open the door to take out the garbage bag.

The empty house across the street had a new owner. When Shang Shijing lowered his head to change his slippers, he happened to be getting off work. He was startled, and subconsciously said hello: "Hello?"

"Hello."

The new neighbor turned his head. He looked like a model. He was good-looking enough to make people feel "why the same people are born as two types". With a slightly surprised smile, his outline looked extraordinarily soft under the light of the corridor.

Shang Shijing smirked, and said that he wanted to make friends, exchange numbers, etc., but he paused on the edge of his mouth, and he suddenly realized that he let go of his hand, and the garbage bag fell to the ground.

This is the dream.

Then everything fell apart, the floor and wall in the corridor peeled off and melted, and even the beautiful face of the new neighbor melted away like a wax figure. The darkness struck again, and Shang Shijing felt that he had fallen into the abyss in an instant, as if he had jumped off a building. The feeling of weightlessness when you rise to the highest point and suddenly fall down, and it also comes with special effects of scenes from horror movies.

Fall, fall.

With the weight of his body, Shang Shijing panted heavily, his mouth and nose were submerged in the water, he struggled to wake up, and got up wet from the sea of ​​flowers.

The bright moon hangs over the top of the mountain, the clear light falls, and the endless sea of ​​Yaofang flowers really appears in front of Shang Shijing. The illusion just now has been broken. Yaofang flowers are much more beautiful than Shang Shijing imagined. It looks a little It's like the manjushahua that went viral on the Internet before, with a thin layer of psychic liquid spreading underneath. The psychic liquid was poured into the mouth and nose before, but the scene was too deep, and Shang Shijing thought he had come to hell in a daze.

Wu Lang and Meng Zhangjun were still lying in the sea of ​​flowers, their expressions were peaceful, they looked like dead people.

Shang Shijing wiped the water from his face, squinted his eyes and saw someone walking slowly with a lantern in the distance, with snowy hair hanging down, the person just put on a coat and walked barefoot in the sea of ​​flowers. There are a few moths flapping their wings, and the shadows of the lights and moths suddenly look a little beautiful.

Zao Mengsheng shone the lamp on Zhaoshang Shijing's face, seemed a little surprised, and said slowly, "Are you awake?"

"This is..." Shang Shijing hesitated.

"Didn't you just come here to find this place?" Zao Mengsheng's speech was not slow or hurried, as if time slowed down a lot with his speech speed. He stepped on the spiritual liquid and said calmly, "Then Let me do it."

Shang Shijing moved his feet, then stopped and asked, "What about them?"

"Those who can wake up will naturally wake up, and those who can't wake up, you will never wake him up." Zao Mengsheng said slowly, "There are many people who died in Yao Fanghua, this is their choice. From the moment I stepped here, I have made a decision. Yaofang is a flower of love. A long time ago, men and women would often give Yaofang to each other to show their affection. Until I later watered it with blood, it was born in the flesh and blood , longer than the skin, every step you step on is full of corpses, and it has changed from a love flower to a dream and a nightmare for many people."

Shang Shijing was a little creepy when he heard it, but the dream was born without delay. His voice was ethereal and ethereal, and his eyes were filled with the hazy clouds and mist on the green hills, making it difficult for people to see what was hiding. After walking a lot, making the dream Shengcai said as if he just woke up from a wandering world: "Everyone who struggles to wake up from the illusion, most of them don't cherish this opportunity, and always look forward to sinking into a deeper and more beautiful dream. You What? Are you too?"

"No." Shang Shijing said lightly, "There is indeed some past in the dream that I want very, very much, but it is already the past."

When Shang Shijing said this, his tone was not turbulent, let alone regretful, which caused Zao Mengsheng to look at him more, and his tone was much gentler afterward: "Really? That's good." Zao Mengsheng He sighed for a long time, as if he had let go of some heavy responsibility, "What can I do to help you? It's a coincidence that you came here, after tonight, maybe I won't be able to help you much."

"I'm here to find someone, his name is Zhan Zhixi."

Shang Shijing was a little worried about Wu Lang, and couldn't help but look out frequently, but Zao Mengsheng fell into deep thought, and only after a long while said melancholy: "You came to find him."

Zao Mengsheng is full of white hair, but he looks very young. He is very handsome, but his brows and eyes show an old look. There are many monks who are in their [-]s. If the mentality is always young, there will be no change in appearance. Come on, many female monks have reached one or two hundred years old, and their minds are still not much different from those of young girls, but if their hearts are old, they will naturally grow old from the inside to the outside.

"Is he your friend?" Zao Mengsheng asked suddenly.

"No, it's just that his family asked me to find someone." Shang Shijing replied.

Zao Mengsheng nodded. He didn't have much expression on his face. It seemed that all his joys, anger, sorrows and joys had disappeared with the years. He frowned, and his face was full of tiredness. For life and the tiredness of the world, he said softly : "You come with me, but I don't know if he can wake up, maybe he can."

"He is a very special person. He knows exactly what he wants and what he can't get. He is different from others. Others come to me for a new life, but he comes to me just to make a show. Dream." Zao Mengsheng thought for a while, and quickly said, "There used to be such people, and they also said so, but no one is willing to choose to wake up."

The hut was divided into three rooms. Zhan Zhixi's sleeping room was filled with Yaofang flowers. He was sleeping on the flower bed with a gentle look on his face. This was the first time Shang Shijing saw him so happy.

Standing at the door, Shang Shijing suddenly asked: "Mr. has been weaving dreams for others for many years, but he has never indulged in them. He really has a tough heart." The tone of his words was calm and calm, and it didn't sound like a compliment, nor did it sound like sarcasm .

As the saying goes, there is no one who does not get wet shoes when standing by the river. Zao Mengsheng seems to be a good person who talks too much. He is indeed indifferent, but he is not as evil and vicious as in the legend. Shang Shijing couldn't help but say something. Zaomengsheng has been weaving dreams for many years, so it doesn't make sense that nothing happened to him.

Zao Mengsheng laughed dumbly. He heard Shang Shijing's implication, and he didn't get angry because of it. Instead, he said calmly: "I really don't have an antidote to wake people up from the dream."

"I only have one dream."

"I dreamed that my old friend asked me and I didn't regret it. Let me choose again."

Zao Mengsheng looked at Shang Shijing and said softly, "I will always only have one answer."

Shang Shijing didn't know what kind of past it was, and he didn't know what kind of choice he had made. He chose to wake up because he was afraid of death. He would rather live in this world with worries than die in a dream. After all, he still has hope for this world.But it can be seen that Zaomengsheng is not. He and this man only met each other for a short time, and he can see how hard the other person lives, and he has no desire for the world.

People can't make decisions for another person, Shang Shijing suspected that if he really had such a lifeless life, he would be happier dreaming.

Zhan Zhixi had a sweet dream in his arms, but Wu Lang and Meng Zhangjun hadn't come out of the illusion. It could be seen that Zao Mengsheng had almost cleaned up. He handed the lantern to Shang Shijing with a gentle voice: "Little friend, you Although I have known each other for a short time, I can see that you are not an evil person, and you will not indulge in dreams, I think you will burn all the Yaofang flowers in this place after I leave."

Shang Shijing didn't ask why Zao Mengsheng didn't come by himself. After all, there were still five living people in the sea of ​​flowers at the moment. Although only two of them were panting and talking, they couldn't ignore the three dreamers.

In the middle of the night, Zao Mengsheng got up suddenly, and he said softly, "I'm leaving."

Shang Shijing held the lamp and felt that he was carrying some heavy responsibility. He followed Zao Mengsheng and looked outside. Sure enough, the army came. The team was well-trained and stood quietly outside the sea of ​​flowers. The general seemed to be acquainted with Zao Mengsheng. Seeing him coming slowly from under the moon, he didn't bother anyone at all, but he showed a miserable look. His lips moved for a long time, and he whispered: "General! Come here, you..."

Looking at his expression, he seemed to want to say why he didn't leave, why he showed up, and why he stayed here.

It was clear that he was ordered to arrest people, but judging by his appearance, he seemed to hope that Zao Mengsheng would not show up.

Shang Shijing turned on the light behind him, very curious.

"It hasn't been easy for you in recent years, and I don't want you to make things difficult." Zao Mengsheng said slowly, "You catch me back, and then you can have an explanation."

The general sighed, waved his hand, and said sadly: "Please come out, no one of us dares to enter this Yaofang flower sea."

Zao Mengsheng nodded, and walked out. When he was about to reach the border, he suddenly turned his head to look at Shang Shijing and said, "My poor house has a little friend in trouble."

Shang Shijing watched coldly. Even though he was puzzled, he had no intention and was powerless to intervene, so he nodded, promised the only thing he could do, and said softly, "I remember."

Well-trained soldiers filed out and tied up Zao Mengsheng. This team was as invisible as when it came, and it also disappeared when it went.

Meng Zhangjun woke up earlier than Wu Lang. He seemed to have had a good dream, satisfied and ruddy. Shang Shijing sat on the railing and watched him get up from the sea of ​​flowers from a distance, and waved at himself. He waved his hand, then slapped his head as if in a dream, and said in shock: "It's strange, am I blind or blindfolded, and you are the first to wake up?"

"It's me." Shang Shijing said slowly, "The person Wu Lang is looking for is in the house."

Meng Zhangjun nodded, to the effect that he knew it, but soon came back to his senses, widened his eyes, and shouted: "What is it in your hand!"

"Lanterns born from dreams." Shang Shijing raised the things in his hand and said flatly, "What?"

"What about others?!"

Shang Shijing blinked, but didn't care about Meng Zhangjun's tone, and said calmly, "Someone came in the middle of the night, so he left."

Meng Zhangjun looked as if he was about to suffocate, he gasped for several breaths, and before he could even speak, he turned around and rushed out, his figure was like electricity and wind, and he disappeared in an instant.It seemed that it was not a coincidence that he knew where Zao Mengsheng was, but it had nothing to do with Shang Shijing after all. He came to Nanman only to find Zhan Zhixi and complete the cooperation with Nan Jixue, so there would be no troubles.

After all, he doesn't have much to do, but he has enough to do.

Wu Lang was still in the illusion. Shang Shijing put the lantern aside and jumped into the sea of ​​flowers to find him. Unlike most people, Wu Lang's face in the illusion was not joy, but He frowned slightly, as if he saw something bad.Standing beside him, Shang Shijing bowed slightly to look at the sleeping Wu Lang, no matter how beautiful he looked, there seemed to be nothing imperfect, even frowning was pleasing to the eye.

He lowered his head, facing Wu Lang's gloomy gaze, under the moonlight, he looked like a stranger.

Shang Shijing's heart skipped a beat, and he took a step back subconsciously. He clearly knew that Wu Lang couldn't see him at the moment, but he still felt a wave of fear. He calmed down and asked calmly, "What did you dream about?"

"A rabbit." Wu Lang seemed to be still in a trance. He was thoughtful, but quickly returned to his usual gentleness, and said in a gentle voice, "Mr. Shang, can the fifth brother be here?"

"he is."

a rabbit?

Shang Shijing was a little confused, so he just stretched out his hand to give Wu Lang a hand.

It was cold, Wu Lang held Shang Shijing's hand, and suddenly felt a chill hit his heart and lungs. He thought of the baby rabbit that he let go many years ago because he had never raised any life. He will give whatever he eats, even if he eats more melons and fruits, he never cares about it, letting it taste for itself.

Until the young rabbit was gluttonous and fed himself to death.

In the illusion, he saw the rabbit eating and eating all the time. On the day he came back, it looked at him with soft eyes, and it did not die without breath.

Mr. Shang was sitting at the back, stroking the rabbit with one hand, and coldly blaming him for feeding carelessly.

It's just that Wu Lang remembered every life that died in his hands. He could have woken up earlier, but he couldn't help but covet Mr. Shang's appearance of himself, until the words Ji Xue said rang in his mind.

If one day, Mr. Shang will be like that rabbit...

Wu Lang looked at his palm and suddenly felt lost.

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