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Chapter 34 Dreamland ([-])

Fang Siming took Yuebai back to Qianfanglou, hoping there would be a turnaround.

He put Yuebai on the edge of the bed and sat down, and put the newly bought boots on the bed.The clothes and boots are all a hard-to-find moon white, with a light blue in the white, like the moonlight flowing.Yuebai's gauze-wrapped feet swayed naturally and then stopped. He opened his lips, and asked him in a clean childish voice, "Are ghosts better than humans?"

Fang Siming smiled. He touched Yuebai's hair, and the corners of his lips drew a bitter arc: "People are better than ghosts."

"People?" Yuebai looked out of the door, the other end was full of joy, men and women were laughing, and entangled shadows passed by from time to time, cutting out the absurdity.

"It's not here." Fang Siming pinched his chin and made him look at himself, "It's outside. There are many people outside. When you grow up, you can go out and see for yourself. There are good people and bad people outside. But you will definitely meet someone who treats you very well and walks with you."

Yuebai couldn't understand what Fang Siming said and had no concept.He was in a daze for a while, he often poured out his memory like this and flipped through time.Yuebai shook her head dully: "Very good? Is it like you?"

"No." Fang Siming looked at him, he smiled, but frowned tightly, "It's not like me. That person will take you away from suffering. He will always be with you, afraid of getting hurt, afraid of your pain, every little bit of harm You can’t be affected. If you want to go out, he will accompany you to travel the mountains and rivers to see all the scenery. If you want to cure a disease, he will accompany you to collect herbs, read medical skills and read medical books. If you are sick, he will definitely be there By your side, he cooks medicine stew for you and chats with you. He will try his best to build a small courtyard for you. The yard is full of flowers and plants. It is a place you can return to and call it "home".

He will go out of his way to make you smile.He knows you and knows you, and you can tell whether you are thirsty or hungry with just one look.He remembers all your little moves, and your every move can touch his heart.If you don't like to run under the bed with your shoes on, he will definitely be able to pick you up in time to put socks and shoes on for you every time.You forgot to bring your clothes, but he can always take your cloak and put them on for you.He loves your smile the most, he is so happy that there are smiles on the corners of his eyes and brows.He can surely coax you to smile like this every day. "

Fang Siming opened his lips, and his voice became hoarse, as if something would struggle out of his tight throat if he continued to speak.Yuebai lowered her head, staring into Fang Siming's eyes: "Can't it be you?"

Fang Siming's lips trembled: "I can't. I already have someone in my heart."

Yuebai's eyes moved slightly, and fell on Fang Siming's chest.He unconsciously tugged at his sleeve, the candle was flickering, his face was obscured by shadows and he couldn't see clearly.There was another sound of heavy staggering footsteps outside.

"Hey, please slow down outside the Li courtyard." The soft voice was that Meng Han had returned with her guests.

"You go." Yuebai jumped out of the bed, pushed Fang Siming who was half kneeling on the footsteps, "Come pick me up later."

Fang Siming was taken aback for a moment, not understanding when he was talking about the future.Meng Han's hand was already on the door frame.He could only hastily said: "Okay. You remember that when you grow up, if you keep living, you will definitely meet someone who treats you very well. Remember."

Meng Han helped the drunk man open the door.Fang Siming's figure suddenly disappeared.Yuebai stood at the same spot, turned around but couldn't find any trace of Fang Siming.The ghost is gone.

Fang Siming hid outside the window, his whole body seemed to be one with the wall, motionless.

Meng Han also drank a lot of wine, looking at Yuebai's brand new clothes, he was going to get angry, but there was a guest beside him, so he kicked Yuebai to the ground, and spat: "Things that have no eyesight, don't roll away." go out."

Yuebai fell to the ground and rolled to the door without stopping, and only stopped when he hit the threshold.Meng Han didn't care about him, and smiled flatteringly at Li Yuanwai: "The little bastard is a fool, don't disturb your interest."

Li Yuanwai didn't even look at Yuebai, he laughed and pinched Meng Han's waist, his eyes were fixed on Meng Han's chest, he was very interested.Yuebai got up expressionlessly, and closed the door after going out.

Fang Siming held the poison dart in his hand, but he still didn't shoot it out in the end.This is a dream, and Yuebai has already endured all the hardships in the dream.What he does now is nothing but an illusion, without any meaning.

He jumped up to the roof to look for Yuebai, but he didn't expect him to shake and suddenly fell out of his dream.

Once she regained her senses, it was still a long wind and snow, Yuebai's body was covered in blood mottled, her breath gradually weakened, and the light blue lights tended to disappear.Fang Siming trembled uncontrollably. He hugged Yuebai's waist and picked him up a little more.Internal force was sent in to protect Yuebai's heart veins, the lamp in his hand flickered, Fang Siming's face turned red and then turned paler, and blood overflowed from his mouth and nose.The lights once again shone brightly, and the scene in front of Fang Siming's eyes flashed and fell into a dream again.

Still snow.Fang Siming could hear his own heartbeat, and the panic that almost burst his chest from his chest.Fang Siming looked up, the darkness was completely dependent on the bright candlelights in the surrounding tall buildings, and he could vaguely see what the scenery was like.

Fang Siming jumped onto the fence, where is this?The streets are full of feasting and feasting, and flesh and blood are bought and sold.Fang Siming vaguely saw two withered Qiong trees, which were Yangzhou.The fear in Fang Siming's heart spread to his whole body, and he flew like a falcon into the deep alley three or two times.What about Yuebai, where will Yuebai be?

Fang Siming moved straight in one direction, and suddenly heard a slight "hissing" sound that was incompatible with the laughter and laughter around him.He quickly found it and jumped off the wall...

The next moment everything is blurred.The falling snow disappeared, the howling wind disappeared, and there were only dripping blood, mottled bloodstains and... people who hung their heads and seemed to have left the filthy world as before.The last person fell, Fang Siming suddenly lost his strength, and the meridians of his hands and feet were pulled away instantly.He staggered as if he was going to pick up Yuebai, but he tripped over some corpse and knelt down on the snow with a "plop".

Yuebai was tied to the stool, his hands fell to the ground limply, blood gushed out from the hand whose nails had been pulled out by the soldering iron, pooled into pools of blood one after another, and melted the snow even red.His face was blue and white, his clothes had been frozen long ago, the snow-white color covered him from head to toe, and his eyebrows and eyelashes were covered with thin frost.He appears to be dead.

Fang Siming knelt on the ground, stupidly looking at the person whose face he couldn't remember clearly.In the silence, there was pungent blood, corpses all over the ground, and the snowstorm enough to bury everything.

The wind blew off his black hood, revealing his gray hair.The white snow fell all over Fang Siming's body in a short while, and the pure to pure white suddenly became a funeral, and he was covered in mourning clothes in white.

Suddenly, Yuebai moved.He flicked his fingers that were no longer bleeding, he tilted his head slightly, he wanted to laugh, but his cheeks were frozen.

"You came to take me to hell." In the howling wind, his voice was blown to pieces.Fang Siming suddenly came to life, he hugged Yuebai anxiously, he held Yuebai's hand, the small blood-stained hand that was cold and innocent fell on the palm of his hand obediently, it was not big enough for him half of the palm.

"No, no. Hell is too dark and too cold, we won't go." He stroked the ice and snow from his eyebrows.

Yuebai's voice was inaudible, and blood fell from his mouth as soon as he opened his mouth: "The King of Hades wants you to die in the third watch, who dares to keep you until the fifth watch. If you don't take me away, the King of Hades will blame you."

His teeth were chattering slightly, each one was blurred.But Fang Siming felt that every word was clearly engraved in his mind.

"You said the world is better. I haven't seen it. You take me away. If you are in hell, it will be better than the world."

Fang Siming opened his mouth, but he couldn't even shed tears: "You are wrong. I am just one of thousands of people who betrayed you. Yuebai, I did not choose you. But can you... ...do not die......"

Yuebai slowly closed her eyes: "I'm a little tired."

Fang Siming lowered his head, he hugged Yuebai, holding this cold body: "I know... Yuebai, I beg you, don't die."

Yuebai was silent, Fang Siming begged him over and over again in his ear not to die.

Yuebai finally made a smile, as if seeing a warm spring: "Isn't it terrible that Hades is angry?"

"I do not know."

"Must I not go with you? You won't take me, will you?"

"Hell is too cold and there are too many ghosts, which will hurt you."

"Then where am I going?"

"A warm place."

"Okay."

......

The snow stopped.Fang Siming knelt in the snow, he stood up and looked at the world covered by heavy snow.He put on his gloves again, loaded the sharp weapon, and moved, like a ghost, to kill.

A big fire burned a small courtyard from the inside to the outside, and a dozen corpses were also burned.Fang Siming stood in front of the fire, and the red flames illuminated the ghost. He was in hell, and he had no intention of going to Taoyuan.

He turned around, and he didn't know what he was about to face.He just understands that no one will wait for him to go home when he turns around.He burned all the plants, trees, houses, and tiles here, like a grand funeral, burying his home.

Snow-white green hilltops, the wind blows withered branches.It's so clean and desolate.

The annual rings grow round and round, and the time passes in a dull and boring way. Every day when you open your eyes, it is exactly the same.

It wasn't until later that he rescued someone casually, only to be entangled right there.The man was looking for him all over the south of the Yangtze River every day, and when he met, he gave him a bunch of messy things, and he didn't know what his intention was.He refused once and sent that person away twice, and he refused twice, that person was indomitable and fought repeatedly and failed repeatedly.

Occasionally, he would see the figure of that person charging towards him on horseback with a smile on his face, and he would also wonder why she was able to find him again and again in such a big world.And how could he never meet that person once.

For four full years...