Fall in love with the Night God

The night was gloomy, and the dark clouds in the sky were pressing down on the top of the mountain. At midnight, Su Qingqing was once again thinking about the tooth amber hanging on his chest.

Yapo took me to Shenyin Pavilion

Su Qingqing landed on the top of the mountain again. The sky was covered with clouds, everything was dark, and lightning was brewing in the clouds.

Su Qingqing couldn't wait to get up and looked up. The pavilion was floating in the dark clouds, looming. She was ecstatic to see the pavilion, and she looked there with thoughts.

I want to go up.

This time she thought she could do it, but no matter how she read it, she stood motionless on the top of the mountain.

"Why can't I go?" Su Qingqing was worried. Shenyin Pavilion was clearly right in front of her, but she couldn't find a way to enter.

She tried again from another angle, but it was still the same. Such a dark midnight was quite a challenge to her courage, and she had to look around from time to time, lest the old monkey demon appear again.

"It's so dark. When Yan Haoyu came to find me, he must have been as nervous as me!" Su Qingqing said to herself.

Just when Su Qingqing was thinking about him, a bolt of lightning suddenly fell from the sky, hitting Su Qingqing standing on the top of the mountain. The lightning enveloped her whole body, and the powerful force knocked her to the ground, and she fainted instantly.

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It was midnight, and Yan Haoyu was sound asleep. His eyes were closed tightly, his breathing was rapid, and his brows were slightly furrowed as he was immersed in his dream.

In the dream, Su Qingqing was walking into a dark sky. The plain dress she was wearing was stained with blood, and her hands and feet gradually turned into a transparent color.

"Su Qingqing, Su Qingqing, come back!"

"Su Qingqing, where are you going?"

Yan Haoyu chased after her and shouted, he couldn't catch up with her no matter what.

Su Qingqing's figure disappeared into the darkness.

"Su Qingqing"

Yan Haoyu suddenly woke up from his dream, with anxiety in his eyes. When he came to his senses, he reached out to touch his forehead and found a sweaty hand. He said with lingering fear:

"It turned out to be a dream!"

He picked up his phone and saw that it was just past midnight. He stood up and opened the curtains to see that a thunderstorm was brewing in the night sky. A bolt of lightning cracked in the clouds, followed by thunder.

He went back to bed and lay staring at the ceiling in a daze, thinking about Su Qingqing, and his eyelids sunk as he thought about it.

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Shenyin Pavilion

In the courtyard paved with blue stones, there lay a long-haired beauty wearing a snow-green windbreaker. She was still in a coma.

The warm night breeze blew over the beauty's face. Su Qingqing slowly opened her eyes. The scenery in front of her made her so surprised that she couldn't close her mouth. She slowly got up and looked at everything in front of her.

There is a round courtyard, a pavilion, a two-story pavilion, and the thick old pine trees still have lush foliage. The huge crooked-neck crabapple tree behind the pavilion has sparse leaves at this time and its branches are covered with fruits. In the small lotus pond in front of the house, the lotus leaves are still there, but the lotus pods are withered and yellow, and the flowers and trees on the edge of the yard have long withered away.

The plants and trees here appeared in front of her eyes one by one under the reflection of lightning, exactly like the environment in her dream. It's just that she doesn't know colors now, and her eyes only have deep and shallow tones of black and white.

She turned on the flashlight and walked forward according to the light. This place was both familiar and strange to her. She had dreamed about it several times, and only when she was really there did she realize how beautiful the scenery here was.

She said with excitement and regret:

"I really came in, but how did I get in?"

Su Qingqing took the steps step by step, pushed open the door, and entered the pavilion. She walked inside with a flashlight and saw the white jade stone platform with thick white fog right in front of her.

A bolt of lightning illuminated the room, and Su Qingqing screamed in fright at the object on the white jade table, and even dropped the flashlight to the ground.

"Mom!"

There was actually a person lying in the center of the misty white jade platform.

She hid behind the pillar in horror. After a moment, she stretched out her head to look. Sure enough, a person was lying there motionless.

Su Qingqing bravely picked up the flashlight and walked forward, slowly approaching the white jade platform. The light shone on the man. The closer she got, the more heartache she felt, and a line of tears fell down her cheeks.

"Why am I so sad?" Su Qingqing said wiping her tears.

When she walked to the jade platform and saw the man's face clearly, her beautiful eyes widened in surprise. She covered her mouth with her hands and did not dare to make a sound. She exclaimed in her heart:

Yan Haoyu! ...No, no, it’s too similar!

Su Qingqing stepped forward and took a closer look at the sleeping man. His face was a little rough and weathered. He was wearing an ancient costume. It was hard to tell what color it was. His long hair was tied in an ancient bun on top of his head. His face was as fresh as if he was sleeping. Same. Except for being slightly older, Yan Haoyu's facial features and body shape are exactly the same.

Looking at this face, Su Qingqing felt mixed emotions in her heart. She couldn't tell whether it was pain? Or regret?

Tears kept rolling in my eyes. She took a deep breath to calm down her inexplicable mood and wiped the tears from her eyes. I can’t help but wonder:

Could it be that this is the god in my dream? Are you just older than in your dreams?

Su Qingqing didn't dare to get too close, she just stretched her neck and asked politely:

"God, God! Wake up! Can you hear me?"

"Why didn't he respond? Is he practicing!"

She slowly circled around the white jade platform, and the warm white mist caused fine beads of sweat to form on her head.

She came to the desk in front of the window and roughly looked through the books on the desk. There were also some strange little pictures, like bookmarks. There are also some portraits, all of which are painted by that god.

What's this? Who painted this?

Su Qingqing continued to observe the ancient books and bottles on the bookshelf. A delicate small scroll on the top of the bookshelf attracted her. She moved a stool to take it down, displayed the painting on the desk, opened it and looked at it carefully with a flashlight.

The painting shows the profile of an ancient woman with long hair in white clothes. She is lying sideways on the railing and looking into the distance, with a blooming crabapple hanging behind her.

There is also a small poem inscribed in small seal script in the upper right corner of the scroll:

The small building leans on the railing and looks at the smoke and clouds, the white clouds passing by, and the clear mountains and green mountains.

Begonias are blooming all over the branches, but I sigh at the abundance of flowers in the world, how angry and foolish!

The painting is signed: Wuchen

Su Qingqing understood in her heart: It turned out that this god was named Wuchen. So who is this woman?

Su Qingqing looked at this painting and was fascinated. The profile of this beauty was broad, quiet, agile, delicate and beautiful. The brush was painted with great detail and the coloring was very elegant. It was obvious that the painter had put great care into painting this picture.

Su Qingqing took out her mobile phone and took a photo of the portrait, then put it back in its place again.

She quietly continued to look through the ancient books on the table. They were full of incomprehensible scriptures and symbols, and then she put them down helplessly.

"can't read!"

Occasionally, I saw a thick yellowed medicine book on the table. I opened the page and wrote a name on the corner of the book.

Bai Qingqing