In the dream, he was still the young and promising heir to the priesthood.
He is as cold as jade, with a clean eye, and has nothing to seek except cultivation of talent.
He follows the rules and doesn't care about common things. He only wants to be a priest who saves the common people and is indifferent to the people and things around him.
This is very contradictory. I want to save the common people, but I am indifferent to the people around me.
But he didn't think there was anything wrong with it, and the people around him didn't think there was anything wrong with it either.
He was born noble, and his bloodline talent has long destined him to be unique and admired by all the stars.
There was a girl's face in the dream, which looked distant and near, faint and faint. He clearly felt that she was very familiar, but at the same time, he felt that she was extremely strange.
He walked through the streets in a carriage, receiving admiration from all the people, his heart as calm as water, without any disturbance.
He saw her standing in the crowd, her thin body pushing forward as hard as she could, her black eyes like morning stars, staring at him brightly.
The two looked at each other, and she was stunned for a moment, then burst into a surprised and bright smile. She raised her hand and shook it at him desperately.
She shouted something loudly, but was drowned out by the surging and enthusiastic crowd.
He finally recognized that it was Mu Yunhan.
I also vaguely knew that it was the Mu Yunhan who lived in Shoushan Town a long time ago.
He was not a priest at that time, and she was still the unknown girl in Muhou's mansion.
Year after year, day after day, she fed him with her blood, but he didn't know her.
Perhaps, she had hidden in the crowd and waved and shouted to him countless times, but he turned a blind eye and walked indifferently in front of her.
Boundless regret and guilt came over him like a tide. He didn't care about maintaining the priest's reserve and perfection. He tried his best to wave his arms to respond to Mu Yunhan, but he was horrified to find that the crowd was still there, but she didn't know where she had gone.
He was so frightened that he jumped out of the carriage in a hurry and ran wildly on the streets, shouting everywhere to find her.
But she couldn't be found. The street was crowded with people, and every one of them was not her.
He walked from dawn to dusk and visited every place in the dream world, but could not find her.
He stood on the street and cried loudly. People came and went from him, but no one looked at him and cared about what happened to him.
It's as if he is a transparent and invisible person.
Finally, he couldn't cry anymore, squatted under the corner and looked up at the stars in the sky.
Just like a few years ago, when he was a child, he climbed a tree on a whim and was punished by Mr. Gu, who had to stand alone in the yard all night.
Everyone was ordered to ignore him. They regarded him as invisible and passed him by without anyone giving him a second glance.
Occasionally they made eye contact, but they all criticized him with disapproving looks. As a promising heir to the priesthood, how could he climb a tree?
He is irritable, he is restless, and in the end, he accepts his fate, he is accustomed to it, and he is indifferent.
He became the aloof Gu Yilan.
A dream lasts a lifetime, and when I wake up, my temples are confused.
Gu Yilan moved her eyelids and sighed softly.
A familiar voice shouted joyfully in my ears, "Master Jiu, you finally woke up, how do you feel?"
In the light red mist, Duo'er's face dangled in front of him, with unabashed surprise and enthusiasm.
"I'm not dead yet." Gu Yilan blinked, turned her eyes, and saw a green plum swaying slightly outside the window, with a hint of red in the green.