This was a familiar dream, and she had witnessed this wonderful illusion more than once. She was standing on a high mountain, and there was no one except her. It was very quiet around her, and even the sound of the wind blowing the leaves in front of her seemed a little distant.
Then, she would walk higher up the mountain. It was not that she had never tried to retreat, but if she turned around, the road behind her would disappear, and somehow it would become a steep cliff with dense vegetation.
Growing there is natural, as if they were born there a long time ago, and they have been born on the cliff since then and have never changed.
She could only stop here, or move forward. Nothing would happen if she stopped here, but she wouldn't wake up either. So she had to walk up. There were no people or animals to accompany her, and when she walked up
She can't help but think of many people: her strict father, her deceased mother, her favorite
cousin, and even the lively thin dog at home. She deliberately thought this way to remind herself and the people around her. In the dream, thinking about them could only awaken some weak kindness, as if they were just
friend, and she herself became someone else... someone she didn't know.
Then she stood at the highest point of the mountain and heard the long chirping of birds, from far to near.
The sound is getting louder and clearer, more majestic than the oriole and softer than the eagle. Then a red shadow will appear, getting bigger and bigger, until the complete outline appears in front of the eyes. The chanting phoenix is always very beautiful.
Strange, because she was clearly separated from the big red bird
It was far away, but she could clearly see every feather on its body, and even smaller downs. She could even feel the temperature coming from the big bird. It was not so much warm as it was scalding.
.But its fur is very soft, like a physical flame.
The bird would hover over the mountain, constantly making a cry that was almost mournful.
Over the years, she has always tried to understand the imagery in this dream, but to no avail. The bird was indeed sad, and there seemed to be something worthy of its nostalgia or protection here. She thought, that big bird is
Those who can see her, sometimes its sharp eyes like knives will pierce from afar, like an arrow. However, it turns a blind eye to her, and never judges her as an intruder in its territory, or anything else.
A threatening presence.
Then she kept looking at it, waiting for the moment when the sun set in the west. Soon, the sun in the dream would sink in the west, and the last glow would envelope the whole world. At this time, the huge bird would send out its final cry.
tweet.
It keeps flying, probably because it is tired. Finally, it will lose its last strength somewhere. The number of times it flaps its wings decreases, and its movements become slower. It looks very heavy. The brilliance of the setting sun falls on it.
On the body, like the light spots condensed under the dew, it follows it and ignites it.
It carries the relics of dusk until it reaches its limit.
Then, it falls.
When it fell, it was ignited and burned into a raging fire. It was like an extraterrestrial meteorite, dragging a long trail from the sky. It swooped down, and its body turned into ashes from the end, and it became more and more in Yin Quan's field of vision.
It got smaller and smaller, and eventually completely disappeared into the abyss. When that spot of light disappeared, the sky became completely dark. She raised her head again, blinked, and the dark sky would shatter and disappear. She would wake up completely and meet a
New, heavy day.
She doesn't like red.
It was a strong sense of oppression, and she didn't like it. In the dream, she felt it just like the bird, and her physical strength and energy were both close to the limit until they were completely exhausted. This process made her sad and made her
The pain made her really
She clearly felt the hopelessness of wanting to call for help but being alone and helpless. At the worst time, when someone made a new red dress, she would tremble with discomfort just looking at it. The strong emotions in the dream would dominate her again and drive everything away.
Fear is left alone.
What is that bird? Who is it? What does it represent? Why is it and not something else, and why is she the only one dreaming about it? There are no answers to these questions. She has given up on inquiry and exploration long ago. She doesn’t even know when she will
She would have such a dream. Occasionally when she was sad, her sorrow would be brought into the dream, and she would see the big bird symbolizing sorrow again; occasionally, she would have such a dream.
When she was angry, in her dreams, the bird's figure and cry were also full of anger; and sometimes after a happy and fulfilling day, she could also dream of it, as if to remind herself not to let extreme joy lead to sadness. It
There were no signs or patterns. At most, she had such a dream for seven days in a row; at least, there was nothing happening for more than three months, and she almost forgot about it.
This bird is so casual... She often sighed secretly.
Sometimes she falls asleep in a normal mood, but when she wakes up after dreaming about this thing, her good mood is gone. Others always don't care about it, but only her cousin remembers it. She said
, one day she will definitely find a prestigious fortune teller and ask for clarification for her. Although it is just something the children said casually, she feels extremely comforted.
This morning, she opened her tired eyes again.
After sitting on the bed for a while, I slowly got down and opened the window to ventilate the air. I don’t know why the maid didn’t come to deliver the meal today. She might have other things to do. There are not many servants in the house, and this often happens when there are not enough people. I used to open the door evenly.
The window was also made by a maid, but now she will not have contact with others. However, even if her father does not do this, she has made up her mind not to talk to anyone again.
She looked at the white snow and felt a little cold, but she did not close the window. She didn't know if her cousin left today. The snow here was not heavy, but there was only a shallow layer of white. Hope Feifei
The snow in Yuecheng should not be too heavy...
It was a secret between the two of them for a long time that Ling Huan wanted to run away from home, but it was not as early as three years ago. After they started a long life of writing letters, she accidentally discovered that Ling Huan's letters would leave a small mark.
Small ink dots, not eye-catching. She was not there at first
It was strange, but then she gradually noticed that those dots always fell exactly under a word. So she put all the letters together in chronological order, looking for the marked words. When they were connected, she slowly
I slowly learned about my cousin’s little plan.
At first, she expressed concern and responded in the same way. Such secret messages were very brief, using the smallest number of words to express the most complex meaning. Ling Huan has always been very smart, she knew that, but this little thought
It’s not enough. Although most of the time, others can’t see them.
I believe it, but if Ling Quan leaves, the families of both parties must check these letters, and they will always find something. However, even if these words are written, they are words that are difficult for them to understand. This is unique to
Their tacit understanding is something that Yin Quan is still proud of.
She also told her that there was no need to worry if she didn’t write for a long time. When she was stable and not easily taken back by her family, she would naturally write to her again. She objected from the beginning out of safety concerns.
, gradually wavered, and now the expectations have been solid for three years. She really wants to see this world with her own eyes - but this is such a luxury, now she can only rely on her cousin.
Let her do it for her.
Suddenly there was the sound of a quick trot. Then, the maid knocked on the door.
"Miss! Miss, there are guests coming, and I want you to change your body...ah! Why are you here now -"
Yin Huan fell into a brief confusion. She stood by the door and heard the maid hurriedly taking the key to open the lock. Perhaps she was too panicked and clumsy, and couldn't open it for a long time. Then she heard the maid being pushed aside and locking the door.
The sound of a piece being chopped off by metal.
Cut off...?
When the door opened, she saw the panicked maid, her nervous father, and other anxious servants.
...and the unfamiliar face in the center.
She is a somewhat scary woman. It is obvious that she is a charlatan. Although her arms are not thick, her muscles are clearly well-trained. On such a cold day, she is wearing thin clothes, made of dark black leather and bright blue cloth.
The main color. Although the snow has stopped, there is still unmelted snow on her hair, shoulders, and in the folds of her leather.
It's really strange. She had half a knife in her hand. It was a knife with neat cuts. Is this woman... using such a knife to cut the lock on the door?
Wait, something's not right.
Yin Huan's eyes finally stayed on the woman's eyes, and the two looked at each other.
She opened her mouth slightly, wanting to say something, but immediately shut up again.
"The Six Paths are impermanent." The woman flashed a delicate bell, "Lan Wei Ming Thunder, Shui Wujun, I am taking you away by the order of the Lord of Nailuo."
"..."
Yin Huan's judgment was correct, because she clearly saw that in the eyes of this strange woman, there was a halo like a crescent moon rising from the sea, emitting a vague and soft light.
Her father obviously knew her identity, and the servants around her also knew it. They might have discussed something before she woke up, and now they just came to announce the results. She felt that she hadn't woken up, after all, it was like a dream.
.She looked at her father, with a bit of reluctance in her eyes. He stood aside awkwardly, sighing constantly.
"I'm telling Mr. Impermanence...I can't make the decision in all this." Father said, "It's not that I think you are a burden, and it's definitely not because of your mother's affairs..."
Men are always clumsy creatures who are not good at expressing themselves, and Yin Huan knows it very well. In fact, he doesn't need to say so much, it is written clearly in his eyes. He doesn't want to drive her away, he can't let her go, but in addition, there are all kinds of complicated thoughts
It's not that they don't exist. His emotions are so complicated that he doesn't know which main expression to put on his face. His face has never been so twisted.
"But, where are we taking the young lady..." The maid who opened the door asked hesitantly, "And why are we taking her away?"
"Your lady is cursed. When she gets rid of the curse, she will be sent back intact."
However, Shui Wujun didn't tell them where she was going to take her. She wanted to ask, but didn't want to speak. The cool breeze of early winter passed through her and kept entering the house, blowing her numb heart.
But……
Ye Yinquan turned around and looked at this small room. Compared with the place where the servants lived, it was larger, but it was much smaller than her original boudoir. She looked at the broken lock again, as if it had been dropped.
It was as brittle as broken porcelain. Then, she looked at the door on the food delivery door - it looked like a dog hole. Finally, she looked at Mizumu-kun's knife.
She had clearly made her decision before the Six Paths of Impermanence came to her door.
