Chapter 25 The first dream

In a few days, I turned around between the hope of being disappointed. Ning Que's mood was a little unhappy, and then I stopped thinking about it. Whether it was happy or unhappy, it was very suitable for drinking and drunk. The little feet were like two ice branches, so the two master and servants filmed a can of spiritual wine and drank it quickly.

The little maid drank most of a large jar of spirits, but Ning Que was the one who fell first. Sangsang moved him to the mat with difficulty, then lifted up the quilt and put it on, and got in himself, habitually Put your little feet into his arms.

Accompanied by the permeating aroma of wine, Ning Que had a dream.

In his dream, he felt that the warm sea appeared around him again, but this time he did not reach out to catch it like before, but found that he could only catch it in vain. It should be the words of the old man Lu Qingchen that had an effect. This time he knew very well that he was dreaming, so he stood in the warm sea and calmly looked at everything in front of him like a stranger or bystander.

He smiled in his dream and remembered a sentence: "Everything is an illusion, it can't scare me."

Perhaps because of his unprecedented calmness, Ning Que saw the appearance of the ocean in his dream very clearly this time. The boundless ocean that occupied the entire space was not blue but green, with an extremely dark yet transparent tone. Like a piece of crystal clear jade.

Standing on this green sea, he did not bend down and reach out to fish for the slowly flowing green. Instead, he looked at it quietly, wondering in his mind where they would flow to next moment and what shape they would change into.

Two white flowers suddenly appeared in the green sea. The petals were all white, without a trace of variegation, and there were no colored silk cores that are common in ordinary flowers. They were just monotonous and boring white.

The sea water beats the roots of the white flowers. If they have roots, under the nourishment of the green sea water, the two white flowers grow rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye. The petals fall off piece by piece, and fall on the sea surface and become new white flowers. The white flowers quickly spread, occupying the entire sea surface in his sight, and extending to the sky.

Ning Que looked at such a divine scene, his mind was shaking and he couldn't calm down, so he walked up to the flower, stepped on the petals and walked towards the sky. His bare feet touched the delicate white flower petals, which bounced up and down slightly, feeling soft and tender. Very wonderful.

…

…

In the carriage next to the field, Ning Que was lying on his side on the mat. The mattress on his body had already been lifted more than half, his forehead was covered with sweat, and he held a pair of little feet tightly in his arms. The skin on the little maid's feet was thicker than the rest of his body. The place is much better, pure white like snow, looking like two rustling little white flowers.

He frowned and curled his lips from time to time. He didn't know what he was thinking in his dream. His feet subconsciously moved on the mattress. He didn't know where they touched. He felt very comfortable. There was a satisfied look on his face and he stopped moving.

…

…

Ning Que's mind gradually became blurred, and he had long forgotten that he was in a dream. His mind was shaking but he was extremely calm as he walked on the sea, among the sea-like white flowers. Suddenly, his heart moved, and his whole body slowly floated away. The petals quickly flew high into the sky over the sea.

Flying to a very high altitude, he lowered his head and looked down. He saw that the white flowers on the green ocean had long since disappeared, and he could faintly see a layer of red plane deep in the sea, extending in all directions.

He broke through the water and dived into the depths of the green ocean.

He didn't know how long he had been hiding, but he finally saw the layer of red - it was a layer of water composed of thick, crimson slurry. It was an endless red, like ketchup, but more like blood that was about to solidify.

The blood suddenly broke the calm and became boiling. There were countless human beings without facial features inside slowly stood up, then fell down, stood up again and fell down again. They struggled and howled silently in pain, but no matter how they struggled, Howling in pain, the film on their facial features always imprisoned them in the eternally silent bloody world.

A trace of the deepest fear in life slowly and unstoppably took over Ning Que's body, turning him into a stone sculpture. He just stood by the sea of ​​red blood unconsciously, watching those silent cruel scenes.

The bloody sea turned into land, and then there was a sky.

Ning Que stood between the sky and the ground and found himself in the wasteland. Countless corpses lay beneath his feet and in the distance. Those corpses included cavalry from the Tang Empire, warriors from the Moon Wheel Kingdom, crossbowmen from the Southern Jin Dynasty, and other corpses. There were many fine knights of the prairie barbarians, and countless blood flowed out from under the bodies of these soldiers, dyeing the entire wasteland red.

Three black streaks of smoke were suspended steadily in front of the wasteland, looking at this direction indifferently, as if they were alive.

"It's getting dark."

"I said it was going to be dark, but no one ever believed me."

Someone said in Ning Que's ear in a contemptuous tone. Ning Que suddenly turned around and didn't see who was speaking, but he saw many people looking up at the sky. Among those people were vendors with bewildered faces, officials with unwilling faces, timid young ladies, and monks laughing like crazy. , no matter how different their clothes and expressions are, these people have one thing in common, that is, they all hold their heads high, like fat geese waiting to be fed.

Countless people in the wasteland looked up at the sky in fear. Ning Que subconsciously followed their gazes and found that it was still daytime because the sun hung in the sky, but he didn't know why the temperature in the wasteland was very low. The light was very dim, and the sky and earth were darkened as if night was coming.

A piece of black spread from the other side of the sky and earth line. There was nothing special about it, just absolute black, just like the white flowers he saw at the beginning of the dream. There was no variegation. It was the black in the deepest part of human dreams.

The people looking at the sky were afraid, Ning Que was afraid, and they didn't know why they were afraid.

Ning Que looked around to find the person who had spoken to him before, wanting to ask that person what happened and why the sky turned dark. However, no matter how hard he searched, he could not find the person. He could only vaguely see a pole. The tall figure walked through the crowd and walked out of the wasteland.

He shouted loudly at the tall figure: "Hey! Is that you? What's going on!"

The tall man did not turn around, and the back of the crowd was extremely small, until he disappeared, but Ning Que's shouting shocked the people who looked up on the sky on the wasteland. It is really disgusting

There are a few complaints. The vast majority of people on the wasteland take back the eyes of the sky and look at Ning Que in surprise. The expression in their eyes has changed strangely, some are getting more and more shocking, some are getting hotter and hotter. Some even slowly flowing out of tears. A liquor and a butcher stood beside Ning Que and looked at him quietly. It seemed to be waiting for him to say something. Hope.

It feels strange to be watched by the world, and it feels weird as hope. Ning Que feels that he instantly becomes great and lofty or even sacred, but he is just a very ordinary person, and he does not know that it will night. What was going on in the world, so he was scared to tear the pain in his chest.