Broken and mottled sunlight penetrated into the room, and the wind lifted the white gauze curtains and fluttered like souls. From the bouquet of flowers placed on the windowsill, three or two flowers quietly fell, as delicate as fire.
The familiar fragrance awakened Ning Ximing, who was taking a nap on the dressing table. She raised her head in confusion. In the mirror, her face was marked by the puzzle pieces on her pillow, criss-crossing it, which was very funny.
"Why did you fall asleep again?" He looked up at the clock and saw that it was already approaching noon. He couldn't help but blame himself for his lack of self-control.
It's not that she likes sleeping, she just likes the hazy dream after falling asleep. In the dream, someone always whispers something softly in her ear, and her palms are warm, giving her a familiar yet distant feeling.
Past life memories? Just kidding, there is no such thing
Friends often laugh at Ning Ximing for being too whimsical and romantic. They always say that she must have been a bee and butterfly in her previous life. Otherwise, how could she love flowers so much? Especially the kind of gorgeous flowers without a trace of impurities, the phoenix flower.
She is indeed a little addicted. Ning Ximing also knows how to see it. Even the puzzle she bought is from the Phoenix flower. The whole picture is bright red, with a fiery passion in the tranquility.
This kind of flower has been in her dreams since she was a child. In ancient legends, it represents infatuation and reincarnation. Its beauty is vague, and it is full of mystery like those sealed ancient myths. She can't help but want to explore and collect it. Maybe this is her.
The reason why I chose to engage in archeology is because I want to trace my roots, and I even naively thought I could find my past life.
"Xi Ming, today the museum will exhibit murals from the ancient Lang Kingdom. The tickets have been placed in the mail box at your door. You can go by yourself when you have time." My friend is always in a hurry and even hangs up after saying this on the phone.
"I've already said that it's not the Gulan Kingdom but the Yelan Kingdom. I really don't remember!" Ning Ximing said strangely.
For some reason, she was suddenly moved when she first heard about the ancient ruins unearthed in the north. Looking at the ruins buried by yellow sand on TV, the words "Yelan Country" jumped into her mind, even though even the experts said that this disappeared
The ancient country that existed thousands of years ago should be called the Gulan Country
Whatever she likes to call has nothing to do with her. She just wants to see the unearthed murals. The murals that flashed by on TV gave her a familiar feeling, as if she had seen her before.
Thousands of years ago, there was a man who always sat silently in a dark basement, looking infatuatedly at the yellowed scroll in the center of the hanging room. Behind him, there was a lost woman quietly staring at her, but her appearance was nothing like that of the person in the painting.
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"What a mess, I've read too many novels." As she drove the car, Ning Ximing waved her hands angrily to interrupt her thoughts. She didn't know why, but she often fell into a meditative state when she was free, and things like memories came out.
It's like inspiration. She always thought that she should engage in writing. Such a sour scene will definitely bring tears to her eyes.
The museum was unusually deserted. In this era, there were not many people who liked history and archeology, and the Saibei ruins on display this time were not very famous, so there were only a dozen or so people in the empty modern building.
The fewer people there, the better. Quietness is hard to come by.
Following the introduction of the venue, Tuning Ximing quickly found the location where the murals were displayed. Behind the hard tempered glass, the texture of the murals that had been dusted off was clear and undamaged.
The winding and complicated patterns are gorgeous and weird, like some kind of religious totem, vaguely seeming to spit out tongues of fire and burn everything.
Ning Ximing's fingertips trembled as she lightly touched the figure reflected in the glass.
Her face overlaps with someone else, her bright eyes are clear, her smile is peaceful, and there is a little cinnabar on her forehead.
That is...whose memory...
"Destined for three lifetimes, live up to this life"
The memory floats among the fragrant green grass, in the rough waves, in the dark military tent, under the phoenix tree full of red tea leaves, he is Xiao Xuan, handsome, with deep eyebrows
For three lives and three lifetimes, we will never leave each other. We will bear all the burdens of the world, and we just want to stay together until we grow old together.
It turns out he is still waiting, it turns out she is waiting too
In the quiet museum, no one noticed who disappeared in front of the ancient murals, only a few calls echoed.
Half a phoenix flower fell on the lips, and the tenderness was endless
Caressing a little cinnabar on his forehead, it is the mark that he carved indelibly in his reincarnation thousands of years ago. Through the ages, his ideals will never die.
"I'm back"
The raging rain of phoenix flowers lasted forever. In the courtyard where she had disappeared silently, she raised her head and smiled softly, indulging in the familiar embrace.
Who promised someone three lives of marriage, just to regain prosperity in this life?
Drunk for eternity
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