The two girls appear alternately in the dream.
Ji Liyou was trapped in this dream and couldn't wake up.
A strange voice guided him in his dream, and Ji Liyou quickly identified who it was.
The man who held him hostage.
He remembered the rice dumplings he drank that night, and also remembered his words. He said, "Even after so many years, there is no right or wrong."
At that time, Ji Liyou thought that Xiao Er was talking about Zhu Shuo with him, so he didn't take it to heart.
Ji Liyou not only has a photographic memory that ordinary people don't have, but he also thinks about details far more deeply than ordinary people. Every word the waiter says to him must have his own meaning.
He wanted to tell Ji Liyou something, but he didn't say it directly.
The dream was very hard, but what he saw were all fragments. Ji Li was trapped in the dream, and he was curious about why he saw these things.
He had a bold guess that this was his dream, but it was someone else's memory, but he couldn't figure out whose memory it was.
Sometimes the sky becomes dark, the sky is torn apart by thunder and lightning, the battlefield is filled with smoke, and the sound of crying, fighting, and the sound of horse hooves... repeats in a continuous cycle.
The soldiers were approaching the city, and the city tower was about to be breached. Ji Liyou could even hear the cries for help from the people in the city, which was so desperate that it made his scalp numb. Looking at the corpses lying on the plain beneath his feet, he understood for the first time the meaning of the river of blood. This is the road paved by the revenants with their lives.
He didn't understand why he saw this, but he put himself into the war for no reason, as if he belonged here too, and he should also be one of the disabled bodies.
Occasionally, he saw the person named Shi Wei again. This time, he confirmed her identity as a woman. She was dressed in the Sixth Studies attire. She was taking a nap in the class of Doctor of Sixth Studies. Seeing him staring at her, she secretly made funny faces. He pulled his sleeve and said, "Chief, don't ignore me. I was wrong. I won't be sleepy next time."
Ji Liyou resisted the urge to hug her and turned his back to stop looking at her. He knew that these were just phantoms, the past owned by others and had nothing to do with him.
For the first time, he wanted to hug and kiss a woman. When he saw her, he was filled with joy. Ji Liyou was not tempted, he was just heartbroken. When he saw her, he could hardly help crying. She smiled so happily, But he just felt extremely sad.
"Who are you?" He summoned up the courage to ask the dreamer.
She smiled, "I'm Shi Wei."
"Who is Shi Wei?"
"It's your favorite little junior brother."
She held Ji Liyou's elbow and said coquettishly, "Zhanzhang, let's wait for Senior Brother Beauty in the future, and wait for him to go to the Hidden Scale Pavilion together. He said he was bored alone, so let's take him with us. OK?"
Ji Liyou wanted to get rid of her, but for some reason, he just wanted to pat her back, rub the top of her hair and agree to her request. He couldn't even look into her eyes, as long as she smiled at him, He didn't want to think about anything.
Ji Liyou thought for a while and said, "Begging me for this and that every day, have you forgotten who I am?"
Shi Wei smiled, "Of course I know. You are Ji Fuwei, the best and best chief in the world."
There was a roar in Ji Liyou's mind, now he knew whose memory this was.
Ji Feiyu, also known as Fuwei, he thought that no one should have heard this name more times than him.
This is his grandfather. His father once said that this branch of the Ji family left Liangzhu and would never serve as an official in the court.
This is also the reason why he read poetry and books but never considered the imperial examination.
The Ji family of Bolu had no relationship with the Ji family of Liangzhu, and was not included in the genealogy of the main family of Liangzhu. Except for the surname Ji Yi, Ji Fuwei was not brought from Liangzhu.
The Ji family was the head of the family in Liangzhu. Ji Liyou thought about persuading his father to return to Liangzhu. Since his grandfather was dead, they did not have to stay in Bolu.
But my father said that this was my grandfather's decision and no one should question it.
My grandfather is a very mysterious person. It is said that he is the youngest senior of the Sixth Academy. He entered Guozixue at the age of sixteen and became the head of the Sixth Academy in his twenties. The senior of Guozixue is a role model for scholars all over the world and he is also gentle and gentle. The appearance of a gentleman.
He had seen his grandfather's handwriting, which was strong, straight and broad, and had a strong sense of muscle. When he was young, he thought his grandfather was just a thin and elegant scholar. His skills were overwhelming, and he shot through the target of the Six Academy Archery Ceremony, which shows his high level of archery skills.
He was a versatile man in both civil and military affairs. If the storyteller had known his grandfather at that time, he would have become close friends with his grandfather. The storyteller liked talented students. Ji Liyou knew this, but whenever he asked about his grandfather, the storyteller would He always talks less than his father.
Later, his father passed away, and his grandfather was never mentioned by anyone in the teahouse. Gradually, Ji Liyou almost forgot about his grandfather.
Before he could figure out why he saw his grandfather's past, he was sucked in by another door, and it was the windy battlefield again. This time, everyone was dead, the city was breached, the people were slaughtered, and the roaring The sad wind is floating in the wilderness, and corpses are everywhere, old and young, and more of them are mature warriors.
Suddenly, everything in front of him changed color. The blood turned into black and white in his eyes, the corpse turned into black and white in his eyes, and so did the heaven and earth. Among the black and white corpses, a trace of light purple clothes caught his eye. Liyou bravely walked over and followed the hem of his clothes to dig through the pile of dead people.
After he struggled to lift the heavy body, he saw the woman's filthy face with his own eyes.
There is no color in the world except for her. The dried black and red blood on her face is still there, the lavender gauze is still there, and the gold bracelet on her wrist is still there. Her color has not faded, so she is different in Ji Liyou's eyes. of.
However, she was also dead, lying motionless among the corpses, and Ji Liyou recognized who she was.
The little princess who can't speak.
She died in her country, her city, and her home. No one told Ji Liyou about it, but he just knew it. He wanted to wipe the blood off her face, but he couldn't do it. In the end , Ji Liyou finally burst into tears, not only for the speechless little princess, but also for the battlefield littered with corpses.
Ji Liyou gradually opened his eyes, "No!"
Only then did he wake up from his dream, covered in sweat.
Suddenly, he saw the storyteller lying next to him. Ji Liyou suspected that he was still having those strange dreams and pinched his face hard.
It hurts.
This was not a dream, he was sleeping beside him, lying on the same bed with him.
The person next to me didn't open his eyes and said, "What did you dream about?"
Ji Liyou didn't know whether to lie down again or step over him, get out of bed and get up, he was in a dilemma for a while.
"So many dreams," he said, his head still feeling dizzy.
The storyteller casually picked him up and pressed him on the bed, "It's still early, let's sleep a little longer."
Ji Liyou looked out the window, and sure enough it was not dawn yet, "How long have I slept?"
"Less than an hour."
Ji Liyou didn't believe it. He felt as if he had slept for a hundred years and witnessed the vicissitudes of life.
After waking up, he still couldn't get rid of the person in the dream. He couldn't forget the dead little princess, nor could he forget Shi Wei's innocent smile.
The storyteller said in a leisurely voice, "If you close your eyes and think about something, you will fall asleep soon. What are you doing with your eyes open?"
(End of chapter)