"The deceased is like a man who never gives up day and night!"
"If the phoenix does not come, the river does not come out, the Luo does not come out, the book does not come out, I am already dead!"
The sound of reading echoed in the corridor. Ye Chen stood in front of the corridor, looking into the void with a slightly confused expression: "Is that really a dream?"
"But why do I remember everything in the dream so clearly?" Ye Chen murmured: "Are Mu Ye, Li Shiyue, Lin Zhiyun, Qianchuan Xue, and Huo Qilin all fake?"
Suddenly, Ye Chen chuckled: "That dream was so real. At that moment, I even thought it was illusory because it was real!"
"The so-called time travel is just some nonsense made by the author. There is no such thing as time travel in the world. What's interesting is that what happened in the dream said that my father would have a car accident today. This is not something that happens in Wu Xu."
Taking out his cell phone, Ye Chen lowered his head and smiled, "If something happened to my father, my mother would have called me long ago!"
Ye Chen rubbed his brows helplessly and murmured: "Ye Chen, Ye Chen, you Xiaojin are too busy having such a boring dream!"
The sun was shining brightly, and the cicadas chirped tirelessly.
The summer wind blows against my face with heat, and the air is filled with a faint fragrance of gardenia.
Ye Chen secretly looked at the classroom and saw the female teacher giving a lecture on the high platform. He breathed secretly and walked cautiously towards the end of the corridor.
After sneaking out of the teaching building, Ye Chen wandered around the campus. The sunlight fell on his white clothes, making him look particularly sunny.
Suddenly, a strong wind blew up and picked up the fallen leaves on the ground.
As the fallen leaves were flying, Ye Chen pointed his right fingers together like a sword. He instinctively pointed forward and grasped several fallen leaves with great preparation. His eyes were stunned. Ye Chen looked at the dead leaves between his fingers in disbelief: "Weird. I How did my movements become so agile that I can actually clamp fallen leaves!" Shaking his head, Ye Chen muttered: "Maybe after waking up from sleep, I mutated!" Thinking of this, Ye Chen also laughed at his ridiculous idea. .
Rows of tree shades spread out in front. Ye Chen sat under the shades, looking at the children playing in the playground, feeling particularly calm. "Actually, life like this is quite good!"
"There is no killing, no disputes, just busy running for life!" Ye Chen murmured. His eyes were blank, and inadvertently, he was once again immersed in the state of mind in the previous dream.
In the sky, the scorching sun is high, and the scorching sunshine is spreading.
But at this moment, the sky darkened in vain, and several dark clouds gathered in the sky.
Dark clouds rolled in all over the sky, and after the scorching sun was completely covered up, the sky became extremely gloomy. There were even thunderous sounds from the horizon.
Thunder exploded, and Ye Chen was startled by the sound of thunder. His eyes were blank, and he raised his head. Looking at the hazy sky, he cursed secretly: "Damn it, it's going to rain again!"
With a green leaf hanging from the corner of his mouth, Ye Chen stood up reluctantly.
The weather in midsummer is like a woman's face, it changes at any time, and this rainstorm is capricious.
As soon as Ye Chen raised his front feet, a ten-foot-long thunderbolt swam past the horizon, with a roaring sound: "Boom!"
Hua Hua! The rain fell in a rush, forming a curtain of rain. On the playground in the distance, the playful children held their heads and ran towards the teaching building.
The rain fell on the leaves, causing splashes of water.
Ye Chen looked helpless, looking at the sudden heavy rain, and retreated to the shade of a tree to take shelter.
Raising his head, Ye Chen looked at the hazy sky. Between the rolling dark clouds, a silver snake rushed out with a spectacular momentum.
This thunderous thunder seemed to fall into the depths of Ye Chen's eyes. Two scarlet thunderbolts flashed in his eyes. Ye Chen's eyes reappeared blankly. He raised his right hand again and grabbed it into the void. "This thunder of heaven and earth, listen to me."
Order!"
At this moment, the thunder of heaven and earth seemed to be dead silent, but in an instant, it roared again.
"Sister, I control the thunder of heaven and earth, and all the thunders of heaven and earth must obey my orders!" Ye Chen shouted, full of momentum.
"Pfft!" A crisp chuckle sounded at the end of the stone path, branches were flying, and the sound of treading water was heard.
A beautiful figure emerged, wearing a white dress, holding a six-stringed harp and an oil-paper umbrella, walking towards her like a gardenia swaying in the wind.
The drizzle fell one after another, making a sound on the oil paper umbrella.
Ye Chen smiled awkwardly and waved: "Classmate, can you take me to the teaching building!"
Hearing this, the girl raised her head, her oil-paper umbrella rose slightly, a pair of eyes like the bright moon appeared, her delicate and refined face eclipsed the world, and the thunder fell silent in that moment.
Wow! The rainwater fell in a thin stream along the branches, forming a rain curtain.
The rain curtain separated Ye Chen and the girl, facing the drizzle, their eyes met in mid-air.
Her expression was slightly startled, and the girl's ethereal temperament stirred up at this moment. A trace of confusion passed through her beautiful eyes, "Who is he? Why do I feel inexplicably familiar when I see him!"
Ye Chen looked at the girl's face in trance, his eyes without any focus, and there was also a trace of confusion in his eyes, "Shiyue!"
A blush flashed across her pretty face. There was anger in the girl's eyes, and she said slightly surprised: "Hey! You know me, but I don't know you. Who are you?"
"My name is Ye Chen, Ye's Ye, morning's morning!" Ye Chen said blankly, a dust-covered memory was about to break the seal, but under the beating of the drizzle, this throbbing disappeared again.
"Your name is Ye Chen?" The girl rarely looked at Ye Chen carefully, with a hint of contemplation in her beautiful eyes. The name was very familiar, and an inexplicable familiarity filled the girl's heart.
Ye Chen's face was slightly red. He rarely communicated with girls at school in the past, not to mention that now he was stared at by a girl as beautiful as a fairy. He lowered his head shyly.
Seeing this, the girl chuckled: "I seem to have heard this name somewhere before!"
"It's the past life!" Ye Chen raised his head and said with a certain expression, but his eyes were still confused as to why this girl was so similar to Shiyue in the dream.
"Previous life?" The girl looked at each other and murmured: "Maybe we really met in the previous life. Aren't you going to the teaching building? I happen to be going, so I'll take you there on the way!"
Ye Chen held his head in his hands and rushed towards the girl despite the rain.
With a swaying white dress, a slightly antique oil-paper umbrella and a six-stringed harp, the girl walked next to Ye Chen, and the two walked side by side towards the teaching building.
"First time we meet. My name is Li Shiyue, Mu Li!" The girl smiled softly, with the corner of her mouth curved in a nice curve.
The faint fragrance hit his nostrils, Ye Chen's heart was beating loudly, and he said with a silly smile: "It's the first time we meet, hehe!"
Ding ding! The crisp ringing sound drifted in the wind and rain, and figures surged out of the classroom like a tide.
Ye Chen's deskmate was fat and had hazy eyes. He was about to come out to look for Ye Chen when he happened to see the scene on the stone path. His eyes were wide open and his face was full of admiration: "***. Ye Chen, this little boy is in front of the homeroom teacher."
Sleeping in class, then skipping class to pick up girls!”
"But why haven't I seen that girl before? Is she from our school?" Fatty murmured.
"You are not a student of this school. I have never seen you before!" Ye Chen said, smelling the fragrance coming from the girl's body.
"I'm a transfer student. I just happened to be transferred to this school, and I might be your classmate!" The girl blinked her beautiful eyes and smiled.
"Are you an art student?" Ye Chen pointed to the guqin in the girl's arms and said, "Nowadays, there are more art students learning piano, guzheng, and violin. It is rare to see anyone learning guqin."
"I like the feeling of the fingers touching the strings, and the sound of the piano!" Li Shiyue said with a smile. Her delicate and refined temperament became more prominent.
Qin! Ye Chen murmured, tapping his fingers subconsciously, "I also want to learn the piano, can you teach me?"
"Okay!" Li Shiyue's voice seemed to be incomparably ethereal. The drizzle was falling, the fallen leaves were flying, and in the noisy world, Ye Chen and Li Shiyue looked at each other as if there was no one there, chatting. Although they had met for the first time, they seemed to have known each other for a lifetime.
When Li Shiyue and Ye Chen walked into the same classroom, Ye Chen was startled again.
"I told you, maybe I will still be your classmate." Li Shiyue raised the corner of her mouth with a nice curve, holding the guqin and walking into the classroom in white clothes.
"I miss you so much that I can't send it to you, so I drew a bird instead. I am the bird that keeps the nest!" A crisp cell phone ringtone rang in the corridor, drifting into the drizzle with the wind.
A dream is a dream, and the dream gradually becomes blurry. The previously clear dream gradually dissipated in Ye Chen's mind. Ye Chen murmured: "It is indeed a dream, it is really a strange dream!"
Outside the window, rain poured down, and the powerful lectures of the male classroom echoed in the classroom.
Ye Chen stared at his desk in a daze, until the bell rang again, Ye Chenfang breathed out softly: "My mother didn't call me, so my father probably didn't have a car accident!"
The screen of the mobile phone was dark, and there was no caller ID.
Heaving a sigh of relief, Ye Chen shook his head and whispered, "Too sensitive!"
Turning around, Ye Chen looked at Li Shiyue who was surrounded by many male classmates, and murmured: "But why do I feel inexplicably familiar when I see her? Why?"
The grass grows, orioles fly, and the cicadas hum.
While the dead leaves are flying, the rustling autumn wind quietly arrives with the feeling of autumn.
At sunset, this is a sea of dead leaves, with a vigorous figure moving in the wind, and the dead leaves flying up.
Ye Chen held a wooden sword and danced the different Tai Chi swords in a chaotic manner.
The wooden sword was extremely rough, and it looked like it had been carved randomly.
The melodious sound of the piano echoed in the dense forest. Li Shiyue was sitting on the stone path, with her black hair hanging down.
The beautiful hand plucked the strings. Li Shiyue raised her head from time to time and looked at Ye Chen who was dancing the sword, with a smile on her lips. This scene was very familiar, but she just couldn't remember it, but she liked this feeling.
Fatty stood on the teaching building, looking at the scene below, muttering: "It's too bold for two people to fall in love so openly!"
"What do you think of my sword dance?" Ye Chen stopped his sword and looked at Li Shiyue. His sword was purely learned from the Internet and was messy. The most important thing is that Li Shiyue actually nodded and said: "It looks good!"
"I think so too!" Ye Chen nodded, quite agreeing with Li Shiyue's words.
Time flies, years pass by, and two years pass in the blink of an eye.
By coincidence, Ye Chen and Li Shiyue were admitted to the same university.
Just like in high school, Ye Chen did not follow the crowd in his free time, busy in various clubs or studying for exams.
Instead, he held a wooden sword and danced with chaotic sword movements in the strange time of the public.
Someone even filmed the video and posted it on the Internet, where people all over said Ye Chen was crazy.
Ye Chen didn't care about this.
Ye Chen went crazy, and Li Shiyue accompanied him, still dressed in white, sitting not far away, playing the piano quietly.
One person is playing the harp, the other is dancing the sword, and they follow each other closely.
Some people jokingly said that they should not live in this era, but in an era when knights were prevalent.
The college years passed by in a hurry. Although Ye Chen danced with swords all day long, he still successfully obtained his diploma.
In the astonished eyes of everyone, Ye Chen, a top student who graduated from a major university, left the city and went to the countryside to work as an unknown farmer.
Work at sunrise and rest at sunset. Although Ye Chen's parents were surprised by their son's behavior, they did not object.
"In this city with busy traffic, red lights and green wine, there is only depression!"
"I long for the kind of world where the sea is vast and fish can jump around!" Ye Chen said with a chuckle, facing his beautiful eyes as bright as the moon.
"I'll accompany you!" Li Shiyue only had this sentence without a thousand words.
Time flies, the years go by, spring goes and autumn comes, and ten years pass in the blink of an eye.
This year's winter came very early. Before winter entered, a heavy snow fell on the ground.
In the swirling snowflakes, Ye Chen held his sword and looked blankly at the hazy sky, murmuring softly: "Shiyue, why do I have a weird feeling every time I dance with my sword!"
"How do you feel?" The music suddenly stopped, and Li Shiyue raised her head and looked at Ye Chen.
"It seems that I have forgotten the whole world, and even myself!" Ye Chen murmured.
"But have you forgotten the sound of my piano?" Li Shiyue asked as her delicate jade hands plucked the silver strings.
"No!" Ye Chen chuckled and stood up, his strong figure moving with the wind.
The twelfth lunar month of winter passed quietly, suddenly like a spring breeze coming overnight, the spring breeze came, and the green buds broke through the snow, showing their tenacious vitality.
This year, it was rare for a primary school to be opened in the poor mountain village. When the village chief learned that Ye Chen and Li Shiyue were high school students, he immediately invited Ye Chen to teach.
Ye Chen did not refuse this. In addition to sword dancing in his daily life, he occasionally taught and even taught children to dance sword.
"Shiyue, why do you like to play the piano every time I dance with the sword?" Facing the bright sunshine, Ye Chen asked.
Hearing this, Li Shiyue smiled politely and said, "Why do you like to dance with the sword every time I play the piano?"
"It seems like this happened a long time ago, now I'm used to it!" Ye Chen smiled and danced his sword again.
This year, Ye Chen's parents also moved here from the city.
The ordinary days passed like this day by day, as ordinary as a pool of stagnant water, without any ripples.
The apricot plum tree in front of the small courtyard has grown to a huge height without realizing it. As spring passes and autumn comes, the sunset glow turns the apricot plum tree red.
In this year, Ye Chen's father suffered from an old illness and unfortunately passed away.
A lonely tomb stands in the courtyard. In the dead of night, Ye Chen always sits in front of the tomb with a pot of wine and a plate of peanuts, recalling scenes from his childhood.
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