The sugar painting old man has also returned from his dream, and when he spoke again, his voice was calm and slow: "I have transformed into the world and lured people into dreams. The dream they are in at this time is the wish they made elsewhere. What's wrong with me fulfilling their dreams?"
Shaozi shook his head slightly: "You think you have saved them by creating dreams, but in fact you have harmed them. The world is over, and everyone has their own destiny. If you live in dreams forever, what's the point of life? They promised this. Wishing is just a beautiful hope in my heart. Like Yuaner, even if she wants her husband to be perfect, she still has Yuaner to take care of. You let her fall into a dream and enjoy a beautiful dream, but the dream What about Yuan Er? Like Mr. He, he is with his family in a dream without illness or pain, but what about Ms. He who is really in the villa? You only think about insiders, how should outsiders live? "
The old man Tang Hua was stunned for a moment: "Then I will let them all fall asleep!"
The spoon bit his lips: "All? If you can make so many people dream, why wait until now. You are just lying to yourself, thinking that you are still a land lord who can help people realize their dreams. You are a kind Sanxian, but... The method is wrong... I want to protect the inn, but not in this way, but to protect it with my own ability. If I know that the thing I really want to protect is exposed to the wind and rain outside, but I sink into a dream, I will It will be even more sad, and I would rather lose with it than this."
After the words fell, the old man shook his head, he did something wrong, really wrong? But they looked so happy, he just created a dream for them, not he forced them in. It was obvious that such a wish had been made, so there was nothing wrong with him fulfilling the wish for them.
The scholar said: "If you hesitate whether you are right or wrong, then let them decide for themselves. Let them return to the world, and you will know whether they prefer to dream, or they are willing to continue to know the cold and warm in the world."
The old man hesitated for a moment: "What if I don't want to?"
The scholar shrugged: "Then I will forcefully break the dream."
"..." Then what's the point of his answering or not! The old man said coldly, "Then I will make a bet with you. If I am right, you will not interfere. If you are right, I will return to Fengyu Bridge."
He immediately started to break open the dream, but he hesitated, did he agree with what the two said? How is it possible, this dream is so beautiful, how can you be willing to leave.
The bronze mirror shattered bit by bit, and the sound of cracking wafted into my ears. It was Master He who woke up from the dream first.
The scholar and the spoon looked at the sky together, Master He woke up in a trance, the old mother who was bringing in the water let go of her hand in surprise, and shouted excitedly: "Master is awake, Master is awake!"
Master He was in a daze, opened his mouth and coughed, looked at the people pouring into the room, and asked after a while, "Where is Zhizhi?"
One person replied: "Miss heard that the master fell asleep and had already returned from the villa. The nanny went to report, and the society is rushing here."
Master He was shocked: "Stop her quickly, my disease will infect people."
But at the end of the story, a little girl in green clothes came in, grabbed his hand and cried, "Father, you finally woke up, don't leave Zhizhi behind, Zhizhi will never go to the villa again, and stay with Daddy forever."
Master He sighed: "Daddy will never send you away again, it's just that this disease is contagious..."
Zhizhi said: "Then my daughter lives far away, as long as I can see my father in this house."
Master He's heart softened, and he almost burst into tears. If he had been in a dream, he could indeed hold his wife's daughter by his side without any worries, but that was just a dream. It was his duty as a father to take good care of his daughter for his deceased wife and watch her marry a good family. Not for a lifetime sinking into one's own selfish desires.
That piece of bronze mirror had completely cracked, and the old man turned to the other side.
In the dilapidated hut, a drunken man leaned halfway in front of the door, with two wine bottles beside him, talking nonsense from time to time. After a while a boy came over: "Father, find a doctor for mother."
The man pushed him away: "What are you looking for? This disease is sure to kill her. It would be nice to keep her here until she dies. Tell me, where is your mother's money? Give it all to me."
The boy took two quick steps back and said loudly, "Mother, where is the money? You have lost all the money."
The man stood up tremblingly, grabbed the stick by the door and was about to beat him, before the stick fell, a woman staggered out from the inner room, threw herself beside the boy and hugged him into her arms, her sunken eyes He stared straight at the man: "If you dare to hit Yuan Er again, I will fight you hard!"
The boy hugged her and began to cry: "Mom, you finally woke up."
The woman hugged him tightly, and also cried out: "Mother woke up, and she will never leave Yuan'er behind. Mother was blind back then, and married your bastard father."
The man pulled her hair: "It's good to be alive, I'll sell you to a brothel."
The woman couldn't bear it anymore, and shouted: "I want to make peace with you!!!"
"..."
The bronze mirror also collapsed suddenly, Shaozi clenched his fist silently, Yuan Er is so damn good, is this kind of bastard still kept for the New Year!
The old man sighed, puzzled, very puzzled: "The dream is so beautiful, why do you want to return to the human world?"
The scholar said slowly: "Because they also know that the dream is false, and the people in front of them are real. It is you, not their true heart, that makes them intoxicated in their dreams."
The old man smiled silently: "It's really stupid..."
Shaozi said: "Grandpa... In fact, you are living in the dream you created... You think that these things can help them, and you do these things to make yourself believe that you are still the Lord of the Earth who is revered by mortals, but it is not the case... Even There is no mortal burning incense to make a wish, you have already formed a body, and you can do other things."
"My own dream..." the old man muttered in a low voice, his complexion even more vicissitudes, he thought he was weaving dreams for others, but it turned out that he was weaving dreams for himself.
There is no one to walk on the Fengyu Bridge, and there is no longer the scene of the heyday of incense. He waited and waited for ten, twenty, thirty years, but no one passed by, no one burned incense and made a wish.
too lonely...
so lonely
He made paintings with sugar, leading people into a sweet dream, which turned out to be a dream within a dream, a dream within a dream... He smiled bitterly, like enlightenment, the depression in his heart quietly disappeared, and he had come out of the beautiful dream he had woven.
Shaozi watched his figure gradually disappear into nothingness, his heart tightened suddenly, and he wanted to step forward, but the scholar held her and shook his head lightly: "He has already realized that he has become a real land lord, and soon someone will arrange him Go to the Earth Temple."
Only then did she heave a sigh of relief. In this vast dreamland, there was a loud voice, "Thank you for leading me out of the dream." The spoon waved his hand in the air: "Goodbye, Grandpa."
The scholar stroked his chin, he really wanted to tell the spoon that the direction was wrong... the land god was... underground... but it's okay, as long as she is happy.
Spoon is really happy, this time I can get back the debt owed by the inn! They don't pay on credit.
"Spoon, let's go back."
"Huh? Go back?"
"We're in your dream now."
The spoon let out a oh, and jumped up and down, but there was no movement, and he had a bitter face: "How do you get out?"
The scholar laughed uncontrollably, took her into his arms, and pressed her head to his chest. Shaozi stood still, dazed by the wind, paused for a moment, and then opened his eyes, the scholar was still holding her, but why was his posture so strange. Looking carefully, she was lying on her bed at the moment, blinking, and the scholar was pressing on it.
Seeing the "you pervert" expression on her face, the scholar twitched: "Listen to me, Shaozi, this is the posture I was standing just now, it wasn't intentional..."
He wanted to stand up, pressed his hand, and touched the soft place, as if he had misplaced it again...
spoon:"… "
Scholar: "..."