Tang Rou kept chasing the shadow, but found that he was getting further and further away from her.
There is a sense of sadness in the air.
Despair and bitterness are like cracked ice and broken green plums, exuding a painful smell.
The young man's figure was pulled deep into the mud and annihilated into the collapsing city. Tang Rou stretched out her hand and only caught a piece of air.
He is gone, but who is he?
She squatted down and fell into the darkness, and the translucent shadows crawled up her calves like a swamp, submerging her body.
Tang Rou was pulled into the abyss inch by inch, and the moment her figure fell into darkness, she heard something.
"...Why are you drunker than me?"
"...Okay, okay, I won't touch her, don't be so hostile!"
"...I was wrong! She will wake up!...Hey, don't take her into the water, she doesn't need water!"
Tang Rou felt the cold, thin embrace against her back.
Someone is hugging her.
Whose voice is it?
At a certain moment, she felt like she was about to wake up.
But soon, it was buried by even greater sleepiness and fog.
When she opened her eyes again, she fell into a brand new dreamland, and the scene in front of her became faster.
Tang Rou found herself standing in a corridor.
The silver-white aisle is narrow and long, giving people an unreasonable sense of oppression and an endless line of sight.
There are countless identical doors on both sides of the corridor.
Tang Rou raised her feet and walked forward. There was a small square glass window on each door, through which one could see inside.
There was a person with his back facing her direction, sitting in front of a desk-like scene, writing data quickly in front of several light screens.
The figure from the back is somewhat familiar.
Tang Rou continued to walk forward and found that behind every door was the same figure, doing exactly the same movements.
The corridors are endless and the people inside are endless.
The same person, limited scenes, infinite space.
She stopped and no longer walked forward aimlessly, but raised her hand and pushed towards the door in front of her.
With a click, the door was opened, and the subtle sound was particularly obvious in the quiet space.
The other party paused, stopped typing, took off his thin-rimmed wire glasses and placed them on the table. His hands were beautiful and the joints were clear.
Tang Rou watched expressionlessly.
The man slowly turned his head, revealing his dark and narrow eyes and handsome and cold features.
This time, Tang Rou was stunned for a moment and frowned.
The other party also showed a surprised look, his eyes softened, and the corners of his lips curved upward, evoking a polite and light smile.
"Why is it you, Xiaorou?"
Xiaorou.
Not many people would call her that. Her mentor, Professor Yamada, once called her that, causing all the seniors in Professor Yamada's group to call her that.
Later, Atherland met Xiao Ning, the proud son of heaven, and he insisted on learning how to call her like Xiao Ning.
Tang Rou looked at the other party steadily and smiled.
"Long time no see, senior."
Unexpectedly, I would dream about Xiao Ning.
The other party was very gentle, just as he remembered. He was caring when facing her, "Are you busy recently? Are you tired from the course?"
Xiao Ning's expression was soothing. He no longer looked like the rumored flower on the high mountain or the ascetic man on the iceberg, but more like a gentle brother next door.
"Asselan has a toothache." Tang Rou was very familiar with him. She pulled out a chair and sat down next to him, scolding her, "You shouldn't have brought her to eat so much candy."
"……What?"
"She insisted on taking cephalosporins after drinking in the middle of the night." Tang Rou couldn't help complaining to him, "Senior, you are all engaged in scientific research, did she come in through the back door?"
Xiao Ning seemed surprised.
Her thin lips moved, and it took a long time for her to react. He asked her, "You mean, she likes sweets?"
Is this the point?
Tang Rou was also stuck for a moment.
Is this dream so imprecise?
"No, she likes to eat sour, spicy and greasy food. It's just that she thinks it's better to describe girls who like to eat sweet things, so that's why she said she likes sweets."
Tang Rou exposed it without hesitation.
Xiao Ning seemed to be very interested in this topic.
He raised his hand to close the screen, turned around to face Tang Rou, and listened to her attentively. The long and bony hands that had just been flying on the keyboard were folded together, pinching the edge of the gold-rimmed glasses, and asked warmly after a while.
,
"What do you mean when you say I brought her to eat so much candy?"
"This dream is not serious. Mr. Xiao, you can't deny it."
Tang Rou couldn't help but complain, "You have been together for so many years, how can you not understand this?"
Xiao Ning fell into deep thought again.
He looked confused and a little inexplicably embarrassed.
After a few seconds, he turned to face the screen. The screen automatically locked due to no operation for a long time. He even entered the password several times but it showed an error. He then reached out to pull out the academic books on the table. He looked like he was very busy.
Look.
But all this busyness is groundless.
Tang Rou looked over and found that the book in Xiao Ning's hand had been knocked over.
She narrowed her eyes.
Very suspicious.
Look up again.
The tips of the ears hidden under the black hair are red.
She raised her eyebrows and said, "Senior, aren't you shy?"
Xiao Ning put one hand on her lips and coughed.
When I saw the book in my hand, I quickly turned it right side up. This time I became even more embarrassed, and even my neck turned red.
Tang Rou's mouth twitched and she patted her head, "Wake up quickly, wake up quickly..."
She was patting her forehead next to her when she suddenly heard Xiao Ning's gentle voice.
"Do you think we will be together for a long time?"
What kind of innocent question is this? Tang Rou looked at him in confusion.
"You just said that we will be together for a long time... Although I don't know what you are talking about, but with your good words, I will confess my love to her as soon as possible."
Xiao Ning gradually calmed down and returned to his gentle and calm appearance.
"By the way, Xiaorou, how did you get in? I remember that Babita's laboratory requires permission."
Tang Rou put down her hand and frowned.
What confession?
The other party had exactly the same gentle look as when he asked her about her academic performance in college, and he began to care about her situation.
"How have you been studying lately? Aren't you busy with your internship at the training center? I heard that the project you applied for requires free fighting and shooting classes."
Tang Rou became more and more confused, "Training center? I am now..."
No, she's not even in the Tower of Babel right now.
When people begin to realize that they are dreaming, they are not far away from waking up from the dream.
Tang Rou's eyes turned sad as she recalled her location and her experiences during this period.
Yes, Xiao Ning.
The world in dreams is not consistent with reality, and time is also inconsistent.
The Xiao Ning at this time is the Xiao Ning in his memory. The Xiao Ning in reality has long since changed.
It's just a dream after all.
"Senior, what year is this here?"
Before he could answer, Tang Rou saw the calendar on the table.
It was four years ago.
She is still in her senior year as an intern.
"A long time ago..." She sighed softly.
At that time, she had not yet taken in No. 4 and No. 17, and was still doing the course work of the back-up breeder at the training center.
Even at that time, she had not seen any experimental subjects, nor had she imagined that she was standing at the crossroads of a huge change in her life and destiny.
And similarly, Xiao Ning at this time would not have expected his future fate.
Judging by the time, Xiao Ning just met Aslan four years ago, and the two of them were not together.
At this time, Atherland was harassing Xiao Ning every now and then, like a little sun orbiting an iceberg. Tang Rou remembered that Atherland would say to her every day at that time,
"Your direct senior is not cute at all. He has a cold face every day. If he hadn't been handsome, I wouldn't have pursued him."
But now, Tang Rou looked at Xiao Ning's performance in the dream, and felt that Xiao Ning probably fell in love with Atherland earlier than Atherland really fell in love with him.
"I didn't expect that it was you, senior, who was the first to take the initiative."
Xiao Ning didn't know what she was talking about.
From the moment Tang Rou came here, she said a lot of things that were very strange to Xiao Ning.
The vision is darkening, and the surrounding environment is being annihilated like broken glass, cracking inch by inch from the edge of the room to the center.
She raised her hand, touched the darkness swallowing the edge of her vision, and sighed, "This dream is about to end."
"What dream?"
Tang Rou asked, "Can't you see? These things are breaking."
When my fingertips touched the wall, it immediately melted like ice cubes.
Xiao Ning looked over and shook his head, "Everything is normal, Xiaorou, what are you talking about?"
In his eyes, the desk was still intact and the ceiling was clean, completely different from the image in Tang Rou's eyes that was shattering into a mosaic.
Tang Rou smiled and shook her head, stood up and walked towards the door.
"nothing."
The other party frowned, "I feel like there's something you haven't told me."
"There are some, right?" She opened the door and turned around, "Goodbye, senior, work hard and use your time. We will see you soon."
Before closing the door, she heard Xiao Ning ask from behind her.
"Xiaorou, you said that Miss Asselin likes spicy food?"
Tang Rou laughed out loud.
Miss asselin.
Aslan, who grew up in Greater China, would probably laugh when he hears this title.
But she still nodded seriously, "Yes, but you like light food. She has been eating light food for three and a half years, and she started making hot pot like crazy some time ago."
"Three and a half years?" Xiao Ning suddenly asked, "Why not four years?"
"What?"
Xiao Ning said seriously, "Although I don't know why you made such a joke, you just said that since you came four years ago..."
He blushed and his voice became lower, "Then why not, four years?"
"Oh, you said this." In Tang Rou's sight, the whole world began to turn black.
There was an intermittent sound next to my ear, like a gramophone with poor signal contact, like it was coming from another world, and it was indistinct.
"...Why isn't she awake yet?"
"...Hey, don't let go of these ribbons...it will kill you!"
It seems that the dream is about to wake up.
She heard sounds outside.
Only people who are about to wake up will hear the sounds of the real world in their dreams.
Tang Rou also became serious. The surrounding scenery in her sight was covered in darkness, except for Xiao Ning who was still sitting on the chair.
At first glance, he seemed to be surrounded by darkness.
"Senior, I'm very happy to see you again." She sighed, "It's been three and a half years, because a few months ago, you... broke up with her."
Xiao Ning's expression was startled.
At the end of the picture, he stood up in confusion.