A dream like a song thought that he had entered a reincarnation.
But when he opened his eyes, he saw the blue tile and square wood on the beam, so familiar that he thought it was a dream.
He had waited for Bai Yan on Huangquan Road for many years, and when he looked at the deceased who came and went, what he recalled in his mind were the days of that year.
Over and over again, over and over again.
He didn't understand why he was so stupid and cowardly back then.
It was obvious that as long as he said it, it would be solved, and he missed it again and again in hesitation.
until everything is irreversible.
That was his sin.
In fact, it was a dream, he slowly sat up from the bed, looked at the familiar furnishings in the room, looked at the screen of the blue and green landscape, and imagined the days when A'ang sat in front of the book desk and wrote seriously.
Putting on his clothes and tucking his long hair, he pushed open the door.
It was sitting on a high tower, watching people coming and going under the tower from a distance. I dreamed like a song and remembered that every time when we were tired, A'i and him would come to the top of the tower to drink tea and talk, that was them. The most wanton and carefree years, but in the later years of Ai, brought him the greatest harm.
He spent three hundred years guarding his pure kindness and gentleness, but when he needed it most, he pushed him away in the name of love.
Let him resist all the criticism and guilt alone, and finally fall into the devil in his heart.
Stupid!
"Ru Ge, are you awake? Didn't you make a noise that you were going to sleep for three months?" The gentle voice suddenly came from beside him, which made him froze suddenly, and suddenly turned his head.
The young man raised his eyebrows slightly, with a slight smile, his handsome face was extremely beautiful, just like the white tea in bloom in front of the sect master, without the need for color, the light is brighter, the gentle smile, like a slightly cool The wine, looking at it, made him drunk.
If this is a dream...
A dream like a song felt a little astringent in his eyes, and the tears slipped down at that moment.
Whether it was a dream or a demon, he prayed to God not to wake him up.
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"That's why you pressed me to the door and kissed me for a long time?" Bai Yan asked calmly.