The old voice has not spoken since the little girl appeared.
The little girl walked directly to our door, and it was the first time I saw her clearly. She looked very cute, but the white clothes were a bit like filial piety, which made people look uncomfortable.
The little girl stood at the door and performed an ancient etiquette to us, she put her hands to one side, and then squatted slightly: "Shi Gongzi, Miss Song, I have come to invite you to a banquet under the order of my master, please. Come with me."
Saying that, the little girl didn't care whether we agreed or not, and she didn't mean to introduce herself, so she turned around and walked out the door. I quickly followed, but Song Jiaqi grabbed my arm and said, "Do you really want to go? "
I looked at Song Jiaqi and said, "If you wait here, it will definitely be a dead end. The thing behind you just now is a warning to us."
Hearing what I said, Song Jiaqi subconsciously looked behind her and followed me out the door.
When we walked into the yard, this little girl led us out through the back door. When we got to the back door, she gently pulled the latch open, then opened the door and continued to walk out.
Song Jiaqi looked a little scared, after all, what we are going to experience next is the second half of that dream.
I comforted her and said, "Don't be afraid, at least this girl is cute and not scary. You were in the room just now, and you didn't see the guy behind you, otherwise you will be scared to death. Do you want to know how tall he looks? What's it like?"
Song Jiaqi grabbed my arm and said, "Don't tell me, I don't want to know."
Following the little girl out of the gate, I couldn't help but be stunned, because the scene on the street here is completely different from what we saw before. Originally this is a small neighborhood that is not very prosperous, but after we come out now, it is I found that it has turned into a quaint antique street.
And after we went out, the originally dark sky turned into daytime in an instant, and there was no sense of disobedience to this transition, as if all of this should have been like this.
I know that our state of mind is slowly being assimilated by this dream, and then it makes us feel that everything in this dream is reasonable.
It's like we have a lot of random and unreasonable dreams because our state of mind has entered another frame.
I'm still a little uncomfortable here, but Song Jiaqi doesn't seem to notice it at all. Walking on the street, she looks at all kinds of people walking in ancient costumes, as well as the fronts, wine flags, and plaques hanging in front of some shops, as if we It really is time to travel to ancient times.
At this time, the little girl who was leading the way in front of us turned around and said to us: "There is a carriage ahead, and we will take the carriage over there."
I nodded. I haven't ridden a carriage before, but I didn't expect to experience it in a dream.
We walked forward with the little girl, and we forgot to ask her name and how long we walked. In our dreams, we didn't seem to think there was any problem with walking for so long, and we just followed her patiently.
There is no end to this street, and it seems that there is no end. After walking for a while, we passed a wonton stand. At this time, the little girl suddenly turned around and called me "brother", and then said that she wanted to eat wontons.
Song Jiaqi also suddenly said: "If the child wants to eat, you can buy her a bowl."
At this moment, a consciousness suddenly implanted in my mind, Song Jiaqi and I are husband and wife, and the little girl in front of us is our daughter.
I can still stay awake, knowing that this is a dream, but Song Jiaqi seems to have fallen completely.
When I heard Song Jiaqi's words, I didn't know what to say, so I could only choose to cooperate with the consciousness that was forcibly implanted in my brain: "Okay, then let's eat a bowl."
After that, I asked the owner of the wonton stall for a bowl of wontons.
At this time, I still didn't have that little girl's name in my consciousness. In this dream, since I framed him as my daughter, why don't I know her name
After a while, the owner of the wonton stall brought a bowl of wontons for the little girl to eat, but when the wontons came over, I was taken aback. The wonton soup is red. Where is the soup in it? It's just steaming blood...
And those wontons are even more praised, and they are the ears of one person after another floating in the blood.
Seeing this scene, my stomach couldn't help but churn. It's too exaggerated to be so exciting for us.
But Song Jiaqi and the little girl felt that these seemed to be taken for granted. They felt that the wontons were originally like this, and they were about to start eating them.
When I saw this, I couldn't help it. I went up and overturned the wonton bowl, but when the wonton fell to the ground, it turned into a real wonton again. The soup was still clear soup, and the wonton Still the wontons.
This dream is so weird!
I knocked over the wonton, and the little girl seemed to return to her previous appearance and said to us, "The carriage is ahead!"
And Song Jiaqi didn't seem to know what happened just now. Instead, she asked me, "What do you think we will eat today?"
Obviously Song Jiaqi has already fallen into this dream, and I am not in a stable mood now, so I can only temporarily keep myself from falling into this dream. As for Song Jiaqi, I can only temporarily protect her from being hurt in the dream. As for her Will I fall into this dream, I really can't help it.
At this moment, my dream changed again. The wonton stand was where we were sitting, and suddenly three people sat there. The couple took a little girl and ate wontons. I suddenly felt that they were Us just now.
We instantly turned into a third perspective to watch what happened just now. However, in my dream, I didn't feel so awkward about this change, and I could even accept it in my heart.
And Song Jiaqi also noticed the three people at the wonton stand.
It's just that the wontons that the owner of the wonton stall served to those three people were real wontons, and then the man accidentally knocked over the bowl, just like me just now, and then his daughter cried, and then the owner of the wonton stall came After trying to reason with the man, the two of them started a fight, and then the owner of the wonton stall beat the man to death in the street with a wooden stick.
It's not over yet, the owner of the wontons seemed to have a red eye and killed the mother. The little girl fled in a hurry, but the little girl didn't run away, but ran to me and Song Jiaqi In front of us to lead the way, the girl who ate wontons turned into a little girl in white again.
And all of this makes sense to me, as if it were the way it should be.
I was watching from the side, but my heart didn't touch it at all. It wasn't because I knew it was a dream, or because I felt that I was watching the story from the sidelines. My heart was extremely indifferent...
Obviously, my state of mind was eroded by the structure of this dream again. Thinking of this, I recited the meditation mantra several times before I managed to pull myself out of that structure. At this time, I already understood that the story of this wonton stall is exactly the same. It's the true story of the little girl who showed us the way, maybe that's how she died.
After thinking about this, my heart finally calmed down completely. This is still the dream, and we have to follow the little girl to the deepest part of the dream to explore the so-called human/meat feast.
At this time, Song Jiaqi seemed to have been brought awake a little by me, and she asked me again, "Why haven't I arrived at the carriage yet, it feels like I've walked for a long time."
I also nodded and didn't say anything. The little girl in white said, "Look, there's a carriage in front of me."
Sure enough, looking in the direction the little girl pointed, there was a carriage parked under a willow tree, which seemed to be of a luxurious type.
When I walked to the side of the carriage, a coachman suddenly appeared beside the carriage, and the little girl disappeared. In my consciousness, I still felt that this was reasonable and my state of mind was completely affected by the various structures of this dream. Left by the nose.
Although I can recognize that this is a dream in front of me, I can't feel the unreasonable existence in the structure, what is unreasonable, such as the sudden disappearance of the little girl, I feel that it is like this, and it should disappear. .
After barely recognizing that it was a dream, I couldn't help but start to wonder, what was the purpose of showing us all this, and what did he ultimately want to show us? This is not the age of Huandou's life at all, and the stories that happened here are absolutely impossible for Huandou.
Song Jiaqi and I got into the carriage, and the coachman drove the carriage and started galloping down the road. I even felt that the carriage ran faster than a car, and it was more stable than a car. Of course, in my dream, I didn't think it was unreasonable. of.
After the carriage ran for a while, I suddenly heard crying outside. I opened the curtain of the carriage, and saw a funeral procession not far from the center of the street. The procession carried two coffins, and the front of the procession was walking in front of the funeral procession. It was the little girl who led us just now. She was wearing a white filial piety dress and a filial hat on her head. As she walked, she cried loudly and kept shouting, "Father, mother..."
At this moment, the coachman suddenly said to us, "Okay, we're here, we finally caught up, you guys can go too, there are clothes for you there too."
At this moment, a flash of consciousness flashed through my mind. Song Jiaqi and I were here to attend the funeral. We were the uncle and aunt of that little girl.
This dream seems to be testing me with various frames, and then thinking of using a certain frame to break my state of mind and let me fall into this dream completely, although my consciousness has begun to become more and more unable to resist such frequent occurrences The offensive of the frame, but I will never give up easily, even if I survive one more frame, I will have a little more hope of living and escaping this dream.
Song Jiaqi and I still got out of the car. I found that our clothes had also changed. It was no longer our previous clothes, but the same ancient clothes as the person in this dream. I know that my mood began to change little by little. fell.