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Chapter 33 Dreamland ([-])

Fang Siming has already mastered Yunmeng's art of attracting dreams.He fell into a dream, and when he opened his eyes, he was already in a narrow alley.He didn't have time to pursue the slightly familiar alleys, he needed to find Yuebai as soon as possible.He is the caster, and Yuebai is the recipient, the distance between the two of them will not be too far.Fang Siming can roughly perceive the position of Yuebai.

The discomfort of the stiff body in reality has completely disappeared in the dream.He turned a corner in the alley, and saw a carriage parked not far away, and a beautiful woman stood beside the carriage, surrounded by a group of little beggars.Fang Siming saw at a glance the child on the outermost edge pushing forward with his lips pursed stubbornly.That is Yuebai, this scene is the past that Yuebai talked with him in a few words.

I don't know where a dirty hand stretched out, and pushed Yuebai out. Yuebai rushed so hard that he couldn't stand still and threw himself on the ground.Fang Siming hurried over and picked him up, holding him so lightly in his hands, it seemed to be the weight of a skeleton.

Yuebai looked dumbfounded, looking at Nanran in a daze.He just looked at her, he didn't care who was holding him up, and he didn't care about the wound on his palm.His gaze followed the woman with extraordinary appearance in the crowd, and his star-like pupils dimmed little by little.

Fang Siming was tall, and Nan Ran distributed his food and freed his hands, only then did he see the moonlight outside.She glanced at this well-dressed handsome young man in confusion, not understanding how he was holding Yuebai who was ashamed and worse than a beggar.

She walked up to Fang Siming with her skirt and saluted and said: "Master, you are polite. The little girl Qianfang Lou Nanran. The child in the son's arms is familiar with the little girl. I don't know if he is bothering you?"

She is just a prostitute in a flower house, but her every move and every word is properly dignified and graceful.This is Nan Ran, the person he has never met, the person Yuebai took him to meet.The feeling in Fang Siming's heart is indescribable, Yuebai's eyes only saw her, and abandoned everything except her.So, Fang Siming took a step back and said lightly, "No."

Nan Ran was taken aback for a moment, the way Fang Siming hugged Yuebai tightly and didn't let go made her think of all the bad things.She has seen a lot in the sex scene, and occasionally heard that some people in the world just like clean children, and they don't care about men and women.

"So, thank you son for taking care of this child. Will Yubai go back with Aunt Nan?" Nan Ran's heart tightened, and he smiled and said to Yuebai who didn't respond.

When she opened her mouth, Yuebai's eyelashes drooped. He didn't speak, but turned around and hugged Fang Siming.Not to mention Nan Ran, even Fang Siming did not expect Yuebai to be like this.However, Yuebai's attitude made it easier for him, "Miss Nan, Yuebai and I hit it off right away, and we will hug each other first. I will send him back later."

After speaking, he didn't wait for Nanran to answer, and flew away with Yuebai in his arms.Yuebai looked at the roof under his feet without saying a word, he let go of Fang Siming's neck and just looked down blankly.

Fang Siming didn't know what he was thinking, and discussed with him softly: "Are you hungry or tired? How about I find a hotel first?"

Yuebai didn't say anything, as if she didn't hear it.

Fang Siming called him carefully a few times, but he ignored him.The little Yuebai was different from the evil doctor he remembered talking and laughing in a dangerous situation.He seems to be living in his own world, and he is the only one in his world.Maybe there was Nan Ran just a moment ago, but now he has only himself.In fact, the essence of the future Yuebai is also the same, but he has learned to pretend and communicate.

Fang Siming had no choice but to find an inn by himself, and ordered Xiao Er to boil hot water before buying shoes and socks.He wiped Yuebai's face clean carefully, revealing a fair face, Yuebai's appearance without more than ten years of experience can only be described as delicate.He was much thinner than children of the same age, and his face did not have any blood color with the color of malnutrition, but because of his young age, he still had a little baby fat.

Fang Siming looked at him almost greedily, but he was afraid of being disgusted by the child, so he hurriedly lowered his head.He wiped his hands distressedly, there were scratches on them.He washed his hair, bathed and washed his feet. He was only a five-year-old child. Fang Siming took off his clothes and helped him wash after being embarrassed for a while.

He rolled up his sleeves, took him out of the water, wrapped him in a white towel to dry him, and helped him change into new clothes.How could he do such a thing a year ago, but now he has done it very skillfully.Yue Bai sat on the bed in his underwear and finally reacted, he lowered his head and looked at Fang Siming.

Fang Siming half-kneeled on the step and was helping him dry the gap between his toes. The small stones on his feet had been picked out, and the small wounds were painful when they touched the veil.So he twitched subconsciously, and Fang Siming immediately stopped his hands. It was still that handsome face, so beautiful that it was so sharp.

Yuebai's injuries were much more serious than this, but Fang Siming had never been like this moment, like a child who did something wrong, he didn't know where to put his hands and feet.He held Yuebai's ankle: "Is it hurting you? Me, I'm lighter, can I be lighter? I need to take medicine later."

He can't coax people.Just a pair of eyes, is sincere.

Yuebai nodded slowly, and Fang Siming continued.His hands were light but his fingers were very hard, the handkerchief that fell on the soles of Yuebai's feet touched it, and the knuckles of the hand holding the handkerchief turned white.

When Yuebai's feet were covered with good medicine and gauze, Fang Siming breathed out as if he had accomplished something important.The guy outside brought a lot of food, so Fang Siming picked up Yuebai and sat at the table, asking him what he wanted to eat.

Yuebai didn't pay attention to him anymore, she just looked up at Fang Siming blankly.Fang Siming couldn't understand him, so he had to ask him: "What are you looking at? Don't you like these?"

Yuebai blinked, Fang Siming anxiously waited for him to speak, maybe he still ignored him.

"Why is your hair white? Are you a fairy in the sky?" The clear and crisp child's voice is really nice.

Fang Siming heard Yuebai talking to him smoothly, his subordinates couldn't help but hug him a little tighter, but fearing that he would feel uncomfortable, he quickly let go.The long hair that fell on his chest was gray and white, like snow, and he didn't know how it became like this.If Yuebai didn't say anything, he might not have noticed it yet.

He replied: "I was originally black, and I don't know when I became like this. I am not a fairy in the sky, I am, an evil ghost that climbed up from hell."

Yuebai lowered her head and stopped talking, as if she was lost in her own thoughts again.The dishes Fang Siming ordered were all Yuebai's favorites in his memory.He took half a bowl of clear soup after deliberation, took a spoonful and warmed it up, put it on Yuebai's lips, and Yuebai subconsciously drank it.Then he came back to his senses and asked him, "How many ghosts are there in hell?"

Fang Siming opened his mouth and said, "A lot."

"What do they look like? Are they as pretty as you?"

Fang Siming slowly held the soup to feed Yuebai, he pondered for a moment, and said: "There are all kinds of looks, they look like the people outside, there are beautiful ones and some ugly ones."

"What about hell?"

"Dark and cold."

"Can I go?"

Fang Siming shook his hand, and the porcelain bowl smashed to the ground, sending debris flying everywhere.Fang Siming ignored it, and said sharply, "I can't. Remember not to step into that place for the rest of your life. If you see it, run away quickly, and don't go up to it foolishly. Do you know?"

Yuebai looked at him, his pale face reflected in her clear eyes.Yuebai didn't nod or shake his head, but asked him again: "Do evil ghosts treat everyone well?"

Fang Siming couldn't speak, his lips twitched twice, and finally turned his head hastily and stuffed a fish with chopsticks into Yuebai's mouth, saying: "Yes. As long as it is a task, it can be good to anyone."

Yuebai lowered her eyes and asked, "When will you let me go?"

Fang Siming's mind went blank for a moment, and he fed him another chopstick, and said, "I'll take you back tonight. You, you wait. Eat first, and I'll take you out for a walk after eating."

Yuebai fell silent again.He will eat whatever Fang Siming feeds him, and he will sit obediently on Fang Siming's arm when he takes him out.It was noon outside, a lively time.In recent years, people's lives have become a little better. Gusu is a big city, so it is naturally more prosperous.Walking on the street, there are hawkers on both sides, and Yuebai can see all kinds of goods at a glance.

Fang Siming stood on the street, not knowing where to go for a moment.He wants to show Yuebai that there are good and bad in this world after all, as long as he has time, he can go and see them all.To see the great rivers and mountains, to see the human customs, to see those beautiful things.

If he wanted Yuebai to survive, he needed Yuebai himself to have enough awareness of survival to survive.However, he lives in darkness, how can he show Yuebai the light that he has never seen before.He was standing on the street, and a candied haws seller passed by, Fang Siming paid for one.

He handed it to Yuebai, Yuebai glanced at it, shrank his hand, and didn't want it.Fang Siming was taken aback, looked at the bright red candied haws, and said with difficulty, "Taste it, it's sweet."

Yuebai turned her head and looked at the old man who was sitting on a small stool drawing sugar paintings on the other side.Fang Siming looked over: "Do you like that?"

Yuebai didn't speak.Fang Siming walked over to buy it, but the old man who painted Tanghua asked him what he wanted, Fang Siming couldn't tell, he asked Yuebai, but Yuebai just lowered his eyes and didn't answer.The old man looked at their difficulties in communicating, and smiled kindly: "Master, how about I just draw you?"

Yuebai didn't respond, so Fang Siming agreed.The old man's craftsmanship is very good, and he drew the shape in a short while.Fang Siming paid the silver and picked it up to see that the tall and thin young man was holding a thin and small doll, which at first glance really looked like it.

He offered Yuebai, but Yuebai still didn't want it.Fang Siming couldn't do anything like this.Fang Siming thought of the interrogation room in Wansheng Pavilion. The mouth of a person who gritted his teeth and said nothing is always the most difficult to pry open.Fang Siming doesn't have that much time anymore, even if the time in the dream is different from the outside, he doesn't have much time.

He coaxed him: "What do you want, tell me, okay? Do you think this painting is good? If you don't like it, we will paint again. You nod, can we paint?"

Yuebai didn't look at him, he looked over Fang Siming's shoulder and looked at the small building not far away, but he still didn't answer him.For a whole day, when the sun went down, Fang Siming's hands were already full of things, but none of them were what Yuebai wanted.He didn't say a word and ignored it until Fang Siming had to send him back.

Fang Siming didn't feel anything in his body, but a deep sense of exhaustion and powerlessness spread from his heart.He doesn't know what Yuebai wants now?

At the beginning, it was just a candied haws, but a sudden hug, and he saw him.But now he is imitating his original appearance, and with all kinds of tricks, he didn't let Yuebai look at him more.What should he do.No one can tell him.

Time is like quicksand falling from the cracks of the fingers, each grain is the life that is about to flow out of the moon.Every time a grain falls, Yuebai is one point closer to death.But Yuebai himself, whether in the dream or not, was so calm and even rushed to death by himself.

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