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Chapter 219 Forget

Time spun rapidly, and after experiencing several changes in dynasties, Xia Qingxin finally returned to the days of 2019. She was still a writer hiding behind the computer.

In this life, her name is Xia Qing. Her memory began to blur as early as the war-torn era. She can no longer remember many things clearly. The only thing that remains in her mind is that she wants to find someone she loves very much. That person

His name is Qingli, and he is also called Nalan Lingyu.

Whenever she dreamed back at midnight, she would always be covered by a huge sadness. Some scattered scenes seemed like real experiences or seeing other people's memories, and she always felt suffocated.

He stood up and pieced these pictures together. She always felt that the matter was not over yet, and those fragmented pictures were real.

"Qingqing, can you come out and exercise your body? You lie in bed and sleep soundly every day during the day, and stay up late at night writing your messy novels. Mom is afraid that you will go blind one day."

Xia's mother murmured and opened the heavy curtains in Xia Qing's room. The sunlight suddenly poured onto the bed, and the whole room was lit up instantly.

Xia Qing has not gone out to look for a job since graduating from college. She has been staying at home with her computer. Both Xia's mother and Xia's father have high-paying professions. The family is not short of money at all, but she is afraid that her daughter will be depressed at home.

I always thought that my daughter didn’t have to worry about getting married and could easily find a good family. Who would have thought that it had been several years since she graduated. Seeing that she was getting older and older, she was getting better, and she was like a yellow-flowered girl in ancient times.

How can I find a boyfriend if I don't even leave the house?

It's really strange to talk about her daughter. She has been chased by many people since she was a child, but she has never heard of anyone she has fallen in love with. She always whispers that she remembers someone. Could it be that she is crazy?

What on earth should we do? Xia's mother had a headache when she saw her daughter lying in bed during the day, and she wished her father could carry her out to bask in the sun.

"Huh??? Mom, I didn't go to bed until after five in the morning, can't you let me have a good sleep?"

It had been a long time since Xia Qing had seen such strong sunlight. He subconsciously covered his stinging eyes and retracted into the quilt again.

"Mom is worried. You said you are so old, why don't you know how to go out and find a job, and then get married and have children like other children? Mom is already old and has long wanted to have grandchildren."

Xia Qing revealed her eyes from under the quilt and looked at her old mother with better skin than herself with disgust.

"Let me tell you, beautiful woman, if you turn back and look at yourself in the mirror in front of you, you and I are sisters. Are you embarrassed to say that now that you are looking at your own peerless appearance?"

Xia's mother looked at her smooth skin in the mirror and felt as if a flower had blossomed in her heart. This daughter was worthy of being the author of those online novels, and she just knew how to talk.

"My dear sister, can you help me close the curtains now so I can have a good sleep?"

Sure enough, every woman likes to be well-behaved. As long as she is praised, she will forget everything else, just like her mother now.

Xia's mother obediently closed the curtains for Xia Qing, and tucked her quilt considerately. She looked at Xia Qing's face, then touched her smooth face, and left her room with satisfaction.

The moment he closed the door again, Xia Qing felt that the whole world was pure. He liked the way the world fell into silence. It would be best if it rained outside. Rainy nights are the time when inspiration can come out.

After being treated like this, Xia Qing lost the desire to sleep. She picked up her phone and clicked on WeChat, and started a new round of scrolling through her circle of friends. Some of them were either married or had children.

What is going on? Why do these people start getting married and having children not long after graduation? Is it so easy to find someone to love now?

So who is she looking for in her subconscious mind, and why hasn't that person appeared yet? Or is it just a dream she has had since she was a child, and over time, she began to assume that it was true.

Xia Qing put her mobile phone on the bedside, closed her eyes and began to think about the dreams she had had since she was a child. He was sure that the man in the dream was the same person, but his face was too blurry and he had never seen it clearly. Whenever he wanted to

When you touch his face, you will wake up inexplicably.

Who are you? You appear in my dreams day and night like this. Thinking of you makes my heart out of breath. What is the relationship between us?

Thinking about him, he fell asleep. When Xia Qing opened her eyes again, the room was still dark. As usual, she looked at what comments readers had left today, but she saw a series of numbers of readers' comments.

I wrote a paragraph.

Dear, are the plots in your novels all your own inspiration? Why do I feel that I have experienced these episodes before? I always feel that I am looking for someone, the heroine in your novels.

One look at the number showed that this reader was a newly registered account, but his words aroused Xia Qing's interest. Are they looking for someone? So could this person be the person she is looking for?

Like a free arrangement, the two people who should meet are destined to meet, there is no accident.

Xia Qing read that comment for a long time. She was wondering whether to reply or what to say if she did.

Just when she was hesitating, another comment popped up, and it was still the same person.

Dad, this is my WeChat account, can you add it? I won’t lie to you, I really think the female pig’s trotter in the story is also the person I’ve been looking for.**********

Xia Qing looked at this string of numbers and jotted them down and searched directly. An online name named Obsession popped up, and he clicked to add it without hesitation.

As soon as she put down the phone, she heard a ding-dong sound. She quickly took the phone and opened it to see that it had passed the friend verification, and then another message popped up.

"is it you?"

"it's me."

"Are the plots you wrote all imaginary?"

"No, I dreamed about it, and then I wrote it down."

"Do you remember what the person in your dream looks like?"

"Let me think about it??????"

Xia Qing put down her phone and closed her eyes and began to recall the plot of the dream bit by bit. She thought about what that man looked like over and over again, and gradually fell asleep. The screen of her phone turned on and off, and the light

It hit her face, which made her look particularly good-looking.

The person on the phone was a little disappointed that she never got a reply. Then I thought that she might have stayed up late. They say that night is the source of inspiration, so I would just wait a little longer.

Xia Qing dreamed of him again this time, but this time the scene was completely different from the original one. She dreamed that she came to a large mandala flower field, and the red sky swept her vision.

"I miss you so much, Qingqing."

The boundless sea of ​​flowers looked particularly dazzling in the deep environment. Standing in the middle, Xia Qing heard a vague voice that seemed familiar, as if she had heard this voice countless times.

"who are you?"

"Qingqing, Qingqing, Qingqing??????"

The only answers to Xia Qing were the mandala flowers swaying in the wind and the sound echoing over the sea of ​​flowers.

"Who are you? Come out!", shouting her name like a nightmare, Xia Qing's heart became more and more painful, as if it was being pulled.

"Stop it, okay? Please don't call me by my name again!"

She fell to her knees in pain, holding her head in her hands, her whole mind buzzing.

"I miss you so much……"

The sound echoing in the sky finally stopped and turned into a gentle sigh, gradually floating in the wind.

"Ah!..." Xia Qing woke up from her dream. The tears in the corners of her eyes and the aching heart reminded her of the situation just now.

It feels like this again, like the most important thing has been stolen by someone else, but there is still no face of that person. What is going on?

She calmed down and turned on her phone. She opened her phone and looked at WeChat as usual. The person's avatar was actually changed to a mandala flower.

I also sent this sentence: I took a nap just now and dreamed of a large field of mandala flowers. It felt so familiar, as if I had lived there for a long time.

Xia Qing's hand holding the phone began to tremble.

Who are you! Who are you! Speak!

Seeing no response from WeChat, she collapsed and threw away the phone in her hand, hugged her legs and started to cry.

This dream that has tortured me since I was a child, and that person who I don’t know who it is, and now someone with a similar dream to me appears, all of this is too weird.

Xia Qing has been repeatedly tortured by such dreams for so many years, and she began to hate the man in the dream more and more, the man with only one silhouette.

The person on the other side of the phone seemed to sense it, and he suddenly woke up from his nap as if he had fallen off a cliff. When he woke up, he felt a little distressed.

He covered his heart and sat blankly on the edge of the bed. This time he seemed to be about to see the woman, and he almost saw her face.

But why was she crying and shouting something? When he was about to catch her, everything suddenly disappeared, even the field of mandala flowers that looked like a sea of ​​blood also disappeared.

"Is this a dream or reality? Who are you?"

The man had some doubts that these were not dreams at all, but things that really happened, and it was very likely that they were things that the author had actually experienced.

But he didn't dare to believe it. After all, a virtual person was not trustworthy at all. But how should such a thing be explained?

He felt as if he was being shrouded in a huge conspiracy, and the network was getting denser and tighter, almost strangling him until he couldn't breathe.

I picked up my phone and took a look, and sure enough, there was a message sent there.

"Who are you! Who are you!" Words like this poked directly into his eyes.

Who am I? I also want to ask who you are! What kind of strange question is this? Or could it be that she just started to have such a dream?

He looked at his cell phone for a long time. The screen went off and then lit up by himself. It went off and on again and again, and the bright and dim light reflected on his face.

His expression was a little dark and unclear, and it was hard to tell what he was really thinking, but his frown showed that he was in an extremely unhappy mood at this time. (To be continued)


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