Mr. Fu, after my wife is reborn, I won’t marry you unless you are the one to marry her.

But the nightmare will not stop.

In the countless nights that followed, he dreamed of ice coffins and mourning halls.

He dreamed that while he was working, news of Gu Yanxi's death suddenly came.

In the dream, Gu Yanxi's face was whiter than the wall, and her eyes were bloodshot and oozing.

Sudden death, heart attack, car accident, he dreamed that Gu Yanxi died for all kinds of bizarre reasons.

Every time I woke up from a dream and looked at the empty and dark room, I was sweating profusely, and my heart felt as empty as if someone had dug it out.

He was so scared, afraid that the things in his dream would come true, afraid that she would just leave him.

He cried out in grief countless times in his dreams, screaming her name in fear: "Yanyan!"

"Mr. Fu?"

"Mr. Fu?"

"..."

The successive calls brought him back to reality.

Fu Yanci opened his eyes suddenly and moved his lowered head away from his folded arms.

The first thing you see is an office in black and white.

The air conditioner was blowing cold air slowly, but he was still sweating profusely when he woke up.

"Mr. Fu, have you not been able to sleep well at night recently?" Guan Hao stood aside and asked with concern, "Do you want to check again?"

During this time, Fu Yanci would always fall asleep in the office.

Sometimes it's curled up on the sofa, sometimes it's lying on the desk...

Fu Yanci glanced at Guan Hao, and after a while he regained some consciousness and regained his cold and handsome expression, "What's the matter?"

If it wasn't something important, Guan Hao would never dare to wake him up.

"Mr. Fu, there is news about the person you asked me to check."

Fu Yanci's hand tightened on the pen.

He held on to calm down and asked, "Does this person really exist?"

Guan Hao nodded, "Yes."

"This old man is real."

With a "buzz" sound, the blood in Fu Yanci's body flowed backwards, and all the color on his face disappeared.

His throat moved, and he reached out and took the file bag directly from Guan Hao's hand.

Inside are several photos.

The old man in the photo is about eighty years old. He has a shaved head and wrinkles on his face. He is wearing a long gray cloth coat and a string of Buddhist beads on his hand.

"This is a sweeping monk from Qingshui Temple. Qingshui Temple is in Wuping County, south of the capital, more than 500 kilometers away from here. Local people know this sweeping monk, whose name is Huikong. Rumor has it that he knows everything about the world and is immune to confusion. untie."

Fu Yanci held the photo tightly. The person in the photo overlapped little by little with the face of the old man in the dream that day.

The calmness he had maintained finally collapsed, his eyes were red and his hands were shaking terribly.

Guan Hao was stunned when he saw this.

"Mr. Fu, you..."

"Get out." Fu Yanci gritted his teeth, as if he was restraining all his rationality before he could say these two words calmly.

Guan Hao was shocked and quickly left the office without daring to say another word, disappearing from Fu Yanci's sight.

Fu Yanci put down the photo, reached out and grabbed the glass ornaments on the table, and smashed them against the wall.

There was a loud "bang", and Guan Hao, who had not gone far, was so frightened that his neck shrank.

In the office, the glass fragments scattered on the floor reflected the man's gloomy and pale face.

He had also convinced himself not to explore the matter and chose to believe what Gu Yanxi said.

But the capricious dreams kept him on tenterhooks all day long.

He couldn't help asking people to investigate.

If it was just a dream and he had never seen this old man, then it shouldn't exist.

But things still exceeded his expectations.

Wuping County, Qingshui Temple, Dharma name Huikong, knows the affairs of the world...

The same face as in the dream, the real place.

It's all true.

The dream is real.

People are real too.

It is true that words can lead to death...

Three years have passed, almost two years have passed.

How much longer.

More than a year...

This is still the best plan.

Fu Yanci felt cold all over and his eyes were straight.

If only I were in a dream now.

If only this weren't true...

He stood up stiffly, walked to the smashed glass ornaments, bent down and picked up a sharp-angled part from it, and then scratched the palm of his hand heavily with it.

Blood spilled from the wound.

The pain is real.

Not a dream.

Fu Yanci stared blankly at the wound on his palm, as if numb, with deep despair in his eyes.

why?

Why still lie to him?

Why don't you tell the truth?

Why leave him again?

The man's dark eyes dimmed little by little, until they were filled with gloom...

"Miss Gu? Is that you?"

"Is Fu Yanci here?"

"Mr. Fu is here."

"..."

The conversation between Guan Hao and Gu Yanxi came from the door of the office.

Fu Yanci quickly came back to his senses, his eyes became clear again, he looked at the mess on the ground, and hurriedly cleaned it up.

"A Yan..."

As the door was pushed open, the girl's bright voice came out so clearly.

Gu Yanxi opened the door and was stunned when he saw the mess on the ground.

The next second, a trace of panic flashed in her eyes, and she ran over nervously, "Ayan, what's wrong with you? How did this happen?"

Fu Yanci clenched his injured palm into a fist and used his other hand to pick up the debris on the ground. "It's okay. I accidentally touched it when I was picking up something and dropped it."

Gu Yanxi knelt down to pick up the pieces with him, and asked, "Is this something very important?"

"It's not important." Fu Yanci said lightly, "Yanyan, don't touch me. Go sit on the sofa for a while. Be careful not to hurt your hand."

"It's okay, I'll be careful." Gu Yanxi said disapprovingly.

"Be good, go sit down."

Seeing that he ignored his words and still squatted beside him to help him pick up the pieces, Fu Yanci stood up directly and shouted in a deep voice: "Guan Hao!"

The sudden order frightened Gu Yanxi so much that he paused.

She looked at Fu Yanci in confusion, but she saw him saying with a serious face to Guan Hao who hurried in: "Clean up this place immediately."

"Yes."

Guan Hao ran over immediately.

"Miss Gu, go sit down and I'll do it."

After saying that, he packed it up neatly.

No matter how dull Gu Yanxi was, he noticed that Fu Yanci's mood was a little abnormal.

"what happened to you?"

She stood up and was about to take his hand, but Fu Yanci dodged him.

The outstretched hand failed. Gu Yanxi was startled for a moment and looked up at him.

Fu Yanci thought she would question.

Unexpectedly, what she asked was: "Is your hand injured?"

Fu Yanci quickly frowned, hiding the guilt in his eyes, "No."

"No, then why don't you dare to show it to me?"