He actually had a dream when he smelled it.
Dreaming in a cage is actually a very risky thing. If your willpower and precautions are a little weaker, you will be extremely easily disturbed by the cage owner and fall into a fabricated dream—
You will mistake yourself for another person and live a different life in your dreams.
Those who are more sensitive will realize that they are dreaming at a certain moment, and even if they can struggle to wake up, they will be scared to death. Those who are insensitive will regard dreams as real and never come out again. Even if the cage is released, it will end up with a crazy result.
Fortunately, when I smelled it, I dreamed of myself.
In the dream, he is still young, because the angle of view is still very low, and it is as high as the table.
The arrangement of that room was nothing special. It is a tea table and a couch. There is an oil lamp on the tea table, and a footstool is placed in front of the couch. In the corner stood a square wooden cabinet with a thin dead branch hanging from the side of the cabinet. Other than that, nothing else, clean.
The only special thing is that there is a natural pine wood fragrance in the room, which floats quietly and lightly. But the moment he smelled it, he knew that he saw Songyun Mountain again.
This isn't just a dream, it's a sudden old event.
It's very strange, the frequency of his dreams of the past has been a bit high recently, and he obviously hadn't been able to remember a single cent of it for so many years. Why? Is there any incentive
This is the last moment before falling into a complete dream, the thought flashed in my mind when I smelled it.
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It was a long night many years ago.
The top of Songyun Mountain is very cold at night, even if summer has entered early and the straw mat has been changed, the cool air on the mountain is still enough to make people shiver.
Under the coolness, wrapping a clean quilt that is neither thin nor thick, there is a just right warmth, in fact, it should be easy to get sleepy. But when I smelled it, I couldn't sleep, because I was trapped in a cage with the dust during the day.
When I was a child, Wen Shi was actually very timid, and it was different from later. But because he likes to keep his face sullen, and he doesn't say anything when he's sad or scared, it's hard for ordinary people to see it.
Although Zhong Si and Bu Ning are a few years older, they are experienced deceivers. Even if they grow up later, they always think that their youngest but calmest junior and junior has been a ruthless character since childhood. do this.
Zhong Si and the others actually went to the cage that day. The cage itself is not very troublesome, enough for these little disciples to learn something without falling into any dangerous situation.
The only downside is that it's a bit noisy.
Because there are several places in the cage where ghosts and ghosts gather, this group of young disciples have a glimpse of what a real evil ghost is, and they are so frightened that they completely forget the "gentleman's side" that they learned on weekdays. A little field mouse with its tail pinched.
The only one who didn't make a sound and didn't scramble around was Wen Shi. He always followed behind Chen Buo, listening to what Chen Buo said, occasionally nodding his head sullenly.
The devil's head rolled to his feet, and he just pursed his lips, taking a half step back as if he was afraid of getting on his clothes, and then kicked the thing away.
This is just a very simple action, but it was quite shocking to Zhong Si and Bu Ning when they were young.
The "love and hatred" between children is very simple - whoever feels bad doesn't like whoever. Whoever thinks he is powerful will turn his back in an instant and abandon his previous suspicions.
So in that cage, they admired Wen Shi to the ground.
After they got out of the cage, they chatted about this daring junior brother until the middle of the night. Because they were afraid of having nightmares, Zhong Si and the others held the quilt together, and huddled together while saying, "Junior and brother must have slept soundly."
Little did they know that they had already had two rounds of dreams, and the "courageous" junior brother was still on the top of the mountain with his dark eyes open.
He wrapped himself in the quilt, because there was no flesh on his body, and there was only a small ball curled up on his side, like a silkworm chrysalis. The silkworm chrysalis remained motionless, silently staring at the dead branch hanging by the cabinet.
Because standing on the dead branches is the second living creature in the house - the golden-winged Dapeng half a slap.
The eyes of the smell are very dark, and the eyelashes of the child are always deep and dense, so there is always a faint feeling of staring at someone so unblinkingly. Golden-winged Dapeng didn't know what he had done wrong to be looked at by the snowman like this.
So when he smelled it, he didn't move, and the old man didn't dare to move.
He didn't blink, and Lao Mao didn't dare to blink.
After just staring at it for an hour, Lao Mao was dying, and he suspected that the child was cooking an eagle.
The oil lamp on the tea table has not been extinguished, and the bright yellow bean fire is quietly burning, reflected in Wen Shi's eyes, like a clear lake in the Songyun Mountain Col.
As a very powerful puppet, Lao Mao suddenly felt blessed and felt that the reason why the snowman boiled it was because he forgot to turn off the oil lamp that night, and he couldn't sleep with his eyes. It was cold at night, he was afraid of the cold, and he didn't want to get out of the bed.
So Lao Mao was rarely considerate once, and flew down from the dead branches and landed on the tea table. It was going to fan out a little and put out the oil lamp.
Just as it raised its wings and was about to fan, the little bulge on the bed suddenly moved—
I saw the snowman blinking lightly, showing a few fingers from the quilt. The next moment, the puppet line came straight out of his hand, clasped the foot of the miniature golden-winged Dapeng, and dragged it away from the oil lamp.
The old man was simply confused.
It didn't understand at first, what kind of puppet thread is this child sleeping around, is it practicing puppet art in a dream? Second, is this oil lamp something precious, and it can't be fanned by a fan
Until it saw Wen Shi and quickly withdrew its hands to the bed, and then contacted the first two points that he didn't understand, and finally came up with an immature guess-don't be afraid of this child...
As if to confirm his guess, he kept his dark eyes open all night and didn't sleep until dawn and the sound of tea cups colliding in Master's room, and he stuffed his face into the quilt and fell asleep.
Although Lao Mao was raised by Wen Shi, he was after all a puppet that couldn't be touched by dust. While the child was sleeping, he fluttered his wings and flew to the next door, and immediately told the master of this discovery.
Chen Dao was wearing a robe and was bending over to drench the azure tea cup with freshly boiled mountain spring water. Hearing this, he was stunned for a moment: "You haven't slept all night?"
The old fur bird said in a bird's voice, "It's not."
But the dust didn't reach and didn't react too much, just said: "It's still young, just practice it and it will be fine."
He has always been a strict teacher in business affairs, and no matter how he is used to it, he will not be unprincipled. He has his own set of standards in his heart. Although Lao Mao can't understand it, he knows that there is such a line.
Lao Mao thought that when it comes to "fear", he would be stricter if he didn't get it.
As a result, after less than five days as Master Yan, the little apprentice Xuebai had two green patches under his eyelids, which was boiled down.
"Whose bamboo bear cub is this for me?" Chen Buo lifted the snowman's chin with the crook of his fingers, looked at it, lowered his hand again, and asked, "Why don't you sleep at night?"
He knew that when Wen Shi had something he liked to be stuffy in his stomach, he often knew the reason, and would ask another question, leading Wen Shi to speak.
As a result, the little apprentice was more stubborn than anyone else, and he was not afraid of being beaten to death.
It wasn't the first day that Chen Dao was taught his apprentice's stubbornness, and he didn't directly pierce it. He just carried a smaller bed and put it in the room.
After that, the little apprentice came and went many times a day. When passing by, his dark eyes would always stare at the extra bed, but he would not say a word.
On the contrary, Lao Mao, who was on the sidelines, accompanies him to cook every day. He is dying of anxiety and can't wait to speak for him.
After a while, Chen Dao did not bring his apprentice and entered a large cage alone. Although the cage was tricky, it was nothing to him, but there were too many people who could not stand it by mistake, and there were too many people who wanted to die. He suffered a little injury with his left hand while protecting the group of people.
It's not really a big deal, but it's a little scary at first glance, the flesh is dry and grayish-blue, and a few weird scars run across the bones.
That night, the little apprentice, who was used to being stubborn, suddenly ran into the dusty house with the quilt.
Before Chen Chen was boiling the medicine and soaking his hands, he sat next to him as a supervisor.
Although he wouldn't say anything nice and obedient, he almost slapped the golden-winged Dapeng's head bald. The meaning of this little action, whether it is old or not, is too clear-
He wasn't too happy, he was a little sad.
He stared at his hands for as long as they had been soaked in dust for a long time. Later, he wiped his fingers clean and was about to sleep, but he still stared. It seemed that in the blink of an eye, that hand would turn into that scary look again.
In the end, Chen Dao patted him and asked with a smile, "You're here to cook me after you've finished cooking the eagle, right?"
When smelling: "No."
No dust: "Then go to sleep."
With two dark circles under his eyes, the little apprentice said dully, "I'm not sleepy."
Although he lay down honestly, his eyes still fell on the hand that was hanging on the edge of the couch. After not looking for a while, the hand shook his sleeve, covered his eyes and said, "Close your eyes and go to sleep."
Songyun Mountain is really cold at night, and there are pines in the wind, but the top of the mountain appears to be high and lonely. Wen Shi obviously slept on a smaller bed, but he always moved to a warmer place unconsciously after a deep sleep.
Until his forehead touched another person, until he smelled the familiar pine wood fragrance.
This old incident is false and true, sometimes clear and then blurry. It is obviously not a big deal, but it is a dream for a long time. So much so that in the end, there are many similar scenes staggered and inserted horizontally. When I smelled it, I couldn't figure out which of them came first, who was real and who was fake.
He only suddenly remembered at a certain moment in the dream that the hand that was not dusty seemed to have a problem later. The wound was much deeper than before, and the appearance was much more terrifying, as if it was just a dry bone.
At that time, he should have been an adult for a long time, because he is very tall, and when looking at the man's hand, he no longer has to look up. Instead, he lowered his eyes.
He lowered his eyes and looked at the hand under Chen Buoxi's sleeve, the left side was like a dry bone, and blood was gurgling down. The right side is straight and slender and clean.
The clean hand was raised, and the red burqa slid down a little, revealing the white shirt piled like snow and the beautiful bone-shaped wrist.
He covered Wen Shi's eyes: "Be obedient, don't look at it."
Wen Shiren covered him for a while, then grabbed the man's fingers.
At the last moment of the dream, Wen Shi's eyes were covered with the other's palm, and it was warm. He couldn't see anything, but he smelled the familiar scent of pine wood, and his own fingers were still wrapped with puppet threads, half around his knuckles and half around another person, confused and entangled...
Then he woke up because he really felt the body temperature of another person in front of him.
Wen Shi suddenly opened his eyes and saw a thin white hand. For a moment, he couldn't even distinguish between dream and reality. I almost thought that I was still lying on the bed in Songyun Mountain, and even the scent of pine wood remained.
The hand swayed in front of him, as if trying to see if he was awake.
When smelling, he grabbed the other's fingertips, and the moment his skin touched, he was startled and woke up completely. Only then did he realize that he was still in the cage, lying in the bedroom on the first floor of the Shen family.
He frowned, turned over and sat up, and saw the missing Xie Wen appeared at some point, sitting next to him, on the same bed.
Xie Wen looked down at his fingers with a surprised expression.
When he smelled it, he realized who he had just caught.
The touch of the fingertips still remained, and when he smelled it, he retracted his gaze and pursed his lips, and his thumb pinched the joint unconsciously. He touched the back of his neck to wake up a bit, then turned to look at Xie and asked, "Where did you go and when did you come?"
The question of the grasper was so vaguely and vaguely skipped.
Xie Wen rubbed his fingertips, raised his eyes, and said, "I just came, a second before you woke up. As for where you went, this question is a bit difficult to answer."
"Maybe I have to ask him—" Xie Wen pointed to the side.
When I smelled it, I realized that there was another person on my right.
He turned his head and saw that it was a young man with a puffy and pale face. He was not tall and thin. Seen from the side, his silhouette looks like a dummy.
He sat cross-legged at the head of the bed, shrugged his shoulders, shrunk himself into a narrower piece, crunching and crunching his fingers across the bed.
He slowly felt Wen Shi's gaze, and when he turned his head, there was a crackling sound in his neck. His eyes were dark and water was running down his hair, and in the blink of an eye, the head of the bed was wet.
If nothing else, this is Mr. Li.
There was a dark green patch on the back of his neck, like moss growing on his body. Wen Shi frowned and stretched out his hand to see what it was, when he suddenly heard Xie Wen from behind him asking, "Did you just dream?"