Chapter 36: You in the dream
Underground without knowing the sun, the dark environment stimulates the mind and body, and I feel sleepy and tired in a trance.
The green light flickered and dimmed, approaching the discernible figure of the butterfly.
In the wide cave at the end, poisonous butterflies emitting green light are flying or standing high, and a few vigorous vines coil up and rise in the cave, I don’t know where to go, maybe it is still abyss, maybe the birds are singing brightly.
When Mandong Poison Butterfly met a stranger, she swarmed up in fright, followed the top of the vines and disappeared through the cracks, and in the green powder all over the sky, Mu Qingchen's consciousness was peeled off a little bit.
"He killed someone! Dial 120!"
"Stop the driver! 110! 110!"
"Not me! Not me! Don't blame me! Don't blame me!"
"Stop him! He's drunk and driving! Running
a red light!" "I didn't mean it Let go of me!"
"Hey, hey? Get out of the way! There's another person! Is there another person! 120? There was a car accident on Ping'an Road, North District! Come and save people! Huh? What's the situation? Blood! A lot of blood!"
"Don't worry about it That! This girl is still alive!"
Mu Qingchen was awakened by the unique smell of the hospital, her brain was bursting with pain, her body was awake, but her soul was far away, she heard intermittent crying and struggled to control her body.
A surprised voice shouted, "Qingqing moved her hands! Did you see that! She moved!"
"I'm going to call the doctor!"
Mu Qingchen felt a foreign body invade, and his strength recovered little by little.
White ceiling?
She turned her head, and the pain was excruciating. The doctor said, "Don't move! Your head is hurt!
" "The
sad cry turned into a surprise, and the two haggard voices thanked each other repeatedly. They were so familiar, but Mu Qingchen couldn't remember.
After thinking hard for a long time, she softly spit out two words: "Dad, Mom."
The couple, who had become much older on Monday, responded, asking for help, what would they like to eat.
Mu Qingchen: "Fish"
can't eat meat or fish because of her physical condition. Her parents brought her porridge and fed her spoonfuls by spoonfuls.
The door was gently closed, and the ward was quiet again. Mu Qingchen stared at the bright window. The wind tangled the screen and flipped it, bringing a few lush leaves.
A piece fell on her face and she picked it up.
Can I spawn it?
The door opened, and the couple came in with the fruit. They saw their daughter holding up the leaves with a blank expression. For a moment, their daughter turned her head in slow motion: "Can I spawn plants?"
"What nonsense?"
"I...seem What have you forgotten..."
During the half month of recuperation, the young doctor wearing a mask often made rounds of the ward, and this time, a shy little valet followed behind him.
The doctor closed the window to isolate the hot and humid summer wind, turned on the air conditioner, adjusted the temperature to the right temperature, and said in a clear voice: "The wind in rainy days is not good for the health.
" .
Mu Qingchen repeated: "I seem to have heard your voice." The
doctor stared at her and replied earnestly, "You listen every day." The
patient tilted his head in confusion.
"This half month of recuperation" The
patient shifted his body sideways and stared at the intern behind him, stunned.
"What's the matter?" The doctor turned to let all the people behind him out, and found that the girl in front of him finally changed his dazed expression.
She pointed at the intern: "Yan... Yan..."
The intern smiled shyly: "Hello, Miss Mu, I'm a new doctor. My surname is Yan, which is a coincidence."
Mu Qingchen looked back at the window, still as muna as always, out of tune with the world, as if he didn't belong here.
Two months later, Mu Qingchen went home with a full recovery, and her mental state returned to normal. She still submits her resume every day, paints whenever she has time, occasionally sings in ancient music groups, and dreams of making musical instruments herself and buying them specially drawing materials.
She rushes back and forth on different roads, as if the trajectory of her life is like this.
She traveled all over the city and did everything she wanted, but she still felt empty. Although she was good at two-dimensional figure painting, she always inadvertently added an inky retro figure.
She held the picture scroll and pressed her fingers on the crooked snowman beside the arrow bamboo. The snowman was still wearing a pink scarf around his neck.
She was walking busy and aimlessly when suddenly, she heard a slight cry.
"Meow" was pitch-black all over, and walked like a big cat fairy with green pupils.
"Fine!" The
name blurted out, and Mu Qingchen covered his lips, as if something broke out immediately.
"Do you know Tan?" a clear voice asked, and then the man suddenly realized, "It's you?"
Mu Qingchen raised her head and squinted her eyes against the light. The man with a cold and unfamiliar expression in the back light stared at her, and she suddenly couldn't stop crying.
"Jiang Huiying!"
"Jiang Huiying! Jiang Huiying!"
"I'm here! I'm here!" The person in the ear responded anxiously. But not the person in front of him.
The color faded quickly, the scenery was torn and shattered, and the figures were exchanged. Mu Qingchen saw a dim cave, a handful of flames, she was in a person's arms, and that person was hugging tightly.
He said, "I'm here."
Mu Qingchen was sluggish for a long time before clearing his mind and pushing Jiang back to greet him.
Jiang Huiying let go of her, don't look too far, and explained a little unnaturally: "Butterfly powder has hallucinations, you and Yan Rongnian are poisoned."
Mu Qingchen thought of his hallucinating parents, his heart trembled, and he couldn't speak for a long time.
Yan Rongnian, who was motionless, suddenly roared angrily: "I don't want to be an emperor! Concubine! I don't want it! Don't force me!" The
two of them turned their heads together. Realizing what happened: "The butterfly is poisonous!" The
two nodded, Jiang Huiying found the vine-covered skeleton lying on the stone bed, and turned out a book from the skull.
Mu Qingchen walked to the table, touched the table with his fingers, and the table suddenly turned into thousands of dust and fell to the ground.
All wooden things decayed over time, except for the one in Jiang Huiying's hand.
Yan Rongnian brushed the dust of the bookshelf with pity, and sighed: "These martial arts secrets are all rotten."
He seemed to kick something, and made a slight ding-dong sound: "Ring?"
Mu Qingchen took the ring and looked at it: "This is the five ways The ring that Plum Blossom Mouse lost."
Jiang Huiying turned to the first page of the book, the handwriting on it was a little vague, he read.
"In the first battle between Yanrong and Qingshuangguo, all life was destroyed, Qingshuang was defeated, bowed his head and declared himself a minister, the imperial power fell, and the ministers offered sacrifices to the prince, trapped at the junction of Yanrong and Qingshuang, as a sign of friendship.
" Refugees drifted down the mountain, and gradually became a city, where the world's sufferings returned to a safe place, hence the name Qian'an"
"Young and frivolous and often get out of trouble, and practiced strange techniques, it is difficult to make a palm, and in the second half of life, the heart is like still water, or the heart is like a heart. Desire to die, Kongyan’s unique skills are useless, I hope someone who is destined to get it, make a solemn oath to protect Qian’an forever, and the two countries will not offend! Only then can I take away Dunjia, otherwise I will die!
" But for a few paragraphs, when he died, he had nothing to think about, only thinking about the safety of Qian'an.
"But a hundred years later, Qian'an is no longer the main battlefield at the border between the two countries." Yan Rongnian sighed after listening to him.
Mu Qingchen asked, "What else is there?"
Jiang Huiying did not speak, his brows were slightly furrowed, and he hesitated. Mu Qingchen was like a cat scratching in his heart. In the end, curiosity overcame embarrassment and leaned over.
She watched the handwriting intently, but did not notice Jiang Huiying's stretched brows and gentle eyes.
"What did you write?" The person with pantothenic acid was not good-looking, and squeezed between Jiang Huiying and Mu Qingchen.
In the book, it is recorded that in the 28th year of the Prince, Hua Shen felt that life was hard and difficult, so he made some gadgets to interact with animals, and gradually understood the language of beasts. After studying Qimen Dunjia, he was happy with animals and wrote a lot about the domestication of beasts.
Thirty years ago, Hua accidentally discovered a stranger in the mountains, and he caught him, but he couldn't get it. By chance, he opened the corner of Gongsun Jicheng.
However, he was really not interested in anything, and the matter was over.
At that time he tamed a smart squirrel, the squirrel is very lovable, can play the piano, dance and transmit messages.
Shan Ke heard the legend of the prince and the squirrel, and decided to tame the beast. In the end, the two sides fought. Shan Ke disappeared from then on. The prince stayed for five years.
Now that time has passed, it is true rumors, old people turn into dead bones, squirrels are passed on from generation to generation, and in the end, only the attachment to the ring is left.
They have forgotten the original owner, but when the fingertips dance, the dazzling platinum in front of them is still as bright as the past, it has been lying there quietly and become a collection.
Mu Qingchen said, "I finally know why the squirrel is persevering, and moving the ring is equivalent to moving the faith in its blood!"
The last dozen or so pages of the book are written in Qimen Dunjia characters with patterns, and the three of them pledged to guard the cave Qian'an, with a ring splitting the vines and seeing the sun again.
Above is a deep pool with few creatures and no evil creatures in it. The three of them swam out of the water, stood on the shore and looked back. At the bottom of the cave, the vines were entangled and stood upright on the water. Weird.
Countless emerald butterflies fluttered around the flowers, and a half-basin-sized Butterfly King lay on the head of the flower, swaying its tentacles.
All the butterflies stood still, lined up to see off the intruders.
Jiang
Huiying strode forward, "Go home!" Yan Rongnian asked Mu Qingchen in a low voice, "What do those butterflies mean?"
Mu Qingchen: "You can understand them as the prince's sustenance"
"...Ah? Are you there? Tell horror stories?"
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