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Chapter 38 Flower Deep Dreams

There is a very rare fish in the running water of Yunmeng Hot Spring, called Mengyu.Soak the scales of this fish in special wine, and it will become a magical decoction - "Hua Shen Meng Hui".When people drink it, they will fall into a dream, which can make people dream of the most yearning moment in their life.

Yuebai pushed open the courtyard door, and the two plum trees beside the door stretched out their branches, with lush green leaves hanging all over the branches.Yuebai lightly caressed the branches and leaves, and looked at the high and low flowers and plants on the edge of the plum blossom, which extended to the corner of the wall.Yuebai walked past slowly, he looked at the ginkgo tree in the corner, and turned his head suddenly, the flowers in the corner and the tree by the wall.The flowers do not thank at all seasons, and the eight-section grass is evergreen.What can't be said or read, it's all here.

Yuebai watched quietly, and suddenly found that there were traces of being fiddled with under the ginkgo tree.He squatted down and carefully pushed aside the flowers and plants, exposing the soil underneath.Yuebai touched it vaguely, the color of the soil here was different from that of the surrounding soil, as if it was often opened by people.If Zhu Wengui hadn't discovered something, Fang Siming was the most likely one.

Yuebai hesitated for a moment, but still found tools and dug down.He dug out a jar of wine, and only a shallow layer of bottomed wine was left in the other jar.He sat on a reclining chair in the yard, and placed the wine jar on a small table that was only half a foot long and wide between the two reclining chairs.

The wine in it should be left over from Fang Siming's drinking.Strange, since he has already drank so much with his drinking capacity, he also swallowed the remaining two mouthfuls, why did he stay?Even if he really couldn't drink it, with that person's temperament, he would just throw it away.Could it be that this altar of wine has something to do with him?

Yuebai couldn't figure it out for a moment.He got up and looked around the room one by one.The desk, table, lamp, candle, and picture scroll, he thought that every detail here must be exactly the same as the small courtyard that Fang Siming once burned down with his own hands.

Yuebai found two gold pendants and a wooden box with a folding fan from under the bed.As the sun went down, he recognized the two gold pendants, the decoration of Fang Siming's braided hair, and the folding fan?Yuebai could only recognize that the jadeite on the folding fan was of great value, but she couldn't see anything else.He studied the calligraphy and painting on the fan for a while, and he really didn't have any talent in this area. Apart from the good calligraphy and painting, he didn't have any extra thoughts.

He lived in the small courtyard for two days and no one came to ask him how he got in. Instead, he was given food twice by the neighbor next door.But Yuebai didn't want to wait any longer, if there was no other way, he would have only the last way left.

Yuebai set her eyes on the jar of wine.He poured a glass of wine, but he couldn't smell anything, so he just drank and watched.

There is no moon tonight, and the stars are bright.

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With a cup of flowers and deep dreams, you can dream of the most yearning moment in your life.On the day when the small courtyard was completed and ginkgo was planted for the last time, Fang Siming couldn't wake up from a dream after drinking a cup.

Fang Siming's eyelashes trembled slightly.There is the sound of water, a gurgling stream flowing by my ears.There is a voice, it is the people getting up early, men rowing boats and women pounding clothes.

"Du", "Du" and "Du" are gentle and gentle, which is the sound of pounding medicine.Sure enough, there is a bitter medicinal fragrance in the nose.

Fang Siming sniffed and listened, but dared not open his eyes.There is light shining in from the window, driving away the darkness in front of you.Fang Siming felt the light, the warm light.He finally opened his eyes trembling, the clean and bright room, the simple to shabby furnishings, and the gentle and refined person sitting at the table with lowered brows and eyes focused on making medicine.

The moon-white shirt, the soft and gentle face, the cold and indifferent character, yes, this is the person.Fang Siming sat up and stared blankly, afraid that the man would disappear if he made a wrong eye.He didn't dare to make a sound, he was afraid that the man would disappear if he made a sound.

So I just watched, quietly and deeply.That person didn't seem to feel his gaze, or maybe he knew it and didn't take it to heart.It's still pounding medicine, neither fast nor slow, calm and calm.

He stopped, and Fang Siming's heart skipped a beat, but he just pinched a small handful of herbs from the bamboo basket beside him and put them into the container, and then smashed them finely with the pestle.He seemed to give Fang Siming confidence in this way, believing that he was not a mirage, illusion, light and shadow, but a real existence, so he did it here.

The sound from the other side of the river outside the window became more and more noisy, making the room more and more quiet.Fang Siming sat on the ground next to Yuebai, Yuebai was still pounding medicine as if he didn't realize it, his eyes were focused, and he didn't ask anything else.So Fang Siming held his hand pounding the medicine, and softly called out, "Little doctor."

Yuebai raised his eyes, the light in his eyes was so clear that he could see the bottom, the sunlight coming in from the window couldn't fall into his eyes.He looked at Fang Siming, but he didn't seem to put him in his eyes. He smiled gently, but it was like a decoration on a painting.

"Are you awake?" The voice was as soft as in memory, but it made Fang Siming instantly understand where and when it was born.

Tingshui town evil doctor Yuebai.

He didn't care that Fang Siming held his hand tightly, and he didn't care that Fang Siming was looking at him complicated and difficult. He only had the herb in his hand and the poison scripture in his heart.Fang Siming realized that this was a dream that Hua Shenmenghui created for him. Is this what he yearned for most in his life that he didn't even know?Looking forward to the time when we first met, we don't owe each other, and each is at peace.

Fang Siming took Yuebai's hand, lowered his eyebrows and kissed his fingertips stained with medicinal juice, and called him again: "Yuebai."

Such a presumptuous and provocative appearance did not arouse this person's mood, Yuebai's eyes were calm, with a smile on his lips: "Mr. Fang, what's wrong?"

Fang Siming was silent.He held Yuebai's hand and asked himself, in this life, he regretted meeting this person.Fang Siming, do you regret it?If it weren't for this person, you wouldn't have had to make all kinds of choices, and you would even be enraged by the jealousy of your adoptive father.

"Mr. Fang?" Seeing that Fang Siming had been silent for a long time, Yuebai felt pain from being held too tightly, so she called out to remind him.

Fang Siming raised his head, his eyes were deep, reflecting the moon-white gentle face.

Is it not good here?They don't know each other, they are just strangers at the end of the world, the years are long, they are only a fate of three or two days.From now on, bridges are bridges and roads are roads. He is a man in the moon who roams around the world without restraint, and he is an underground ghost struggling in a fierce prison with no return.how nice.

He doesn't have to break his pride and heart for him. The world is so big that there is no other trap, and there are so many people in the world that there is no other shackles.He can go wherever he wants, and no one can stop him from doing whatever he wants.You don’t have to live under someone else’s roof, you don’t have to push back every step of the way for him, you don’t have to do things you don’t like, you don’t have to say things you don’t like, you don’t have to be locked up in a corner, you don’t have to... lose your memory and start over. .

You see, this is Yuebai, who is obsessed with medical skills and has nothing to worry about.There is no one in the world that he puts in his heart, detached from the mundane world, not among the seven emotions.He is free and happy enough.He can go on like this forever.When he was old and gray-haired, he was still the fearless and ordinary little doctor he knew.

Perhaps in his long life he will receive two successors.Perhaps on a certain day in a certain year, he will meet someone who treats him wholeheartedly and is completely satisfied with him.

And Fang Siming, will be the most perfect weapon in Wansheng Pavilion, ruthless and desireless.They do not interfere with each other, and the remaining fate is nothing more than meeting each other on the street and not knowing each other.Whether it will be drizzling that day, people under paper umbrellas in the streets and alleys can't see clearly, maybe he will be one of them, walking under the eaves with an umbrella and carrying his small medicine box .

Is this the best way?

Yuebai twitched her hand, but didn't twitch, she just said: "Young Master Fang, what's wrong with you? Can you please stop first, you hurt me."

Fang Siming came back to his senses but did not let go of Yuebai's hand, instead he suddenly picked him up.Yuebai was startled, not knowing why.

Fang Siming put him on the bed, and he stroked his cheek gently.Yuebai still looked calm and calm: "Mr. Fang, what is the meaning of this?"

Fang Siming didn't speak, and the person who had a piece of his heart ripped out was speechless.He didn't feel pain at all, it just felt ridiculous.

This person, he actually hoped that he would never know him again, hoping that they would forget each other.

Fang Siming leaned down and kissed Yuebai's lips.Yuebai was startled, but she didn't resist, and let him kiss her deeply.Fang Siming held his hand, bit his lip, and licked his tongue.He seemed to want to return the thing that was so heavy on his heart to this person through entanglement with his lips and teeth, but he still lingered on it for a long time, even if he knew that Yuebai was only obedient and obedient, he still couldn't bear it.

The sharp nails suddenly nailed into his flesh and blood at the right time, Fang Siming's whole body went numb, Yuebai immediately pushed him away, took out a silver needle from his waist, and aimed at Fang Siming's numb acupuncture point quickly and fiercely.Well, Fang Siming couldn't move at all except his head.

Yuebai sat on the edge of the bed and slowly wiped her lips, "Master Fang, have you calmed down?"

Fang Siming looked at him, smiled suddenly, his sharp phoenix eyes softened, he curled his thin lips and said: "There is something that Fang can't figure out."

Yuebai still had the appearance of not worrying about anything, and asked him kindly: "What's the matter?"

"If I don't know you, are you happy?"

Yuebai glanced at him, and fell down with a "puchi" laugh.He laughed so weakly that he pulled out the needle casually, and collapsed into Fang Siming's arms with a smile.He stretched out his hand and pinched Fang Siming's tall nose: "I'm still thinking about why you lost your temper early in the morning. It turned out to be a nightmare again."

Fang Siming lay down on his back, Yuebai lay in his arms, and looked at him with a smile: "But are you bored after living here for two days?"

He seemed to not understand the wind and rain in his eyes at all, but followed an invisible line and said and acted. "How about this. Tomorrow we will walk towards the southern border and see the scenery along the way. Do you think it's okay?"

Fang Siming closed his eyes, reached out and hugged the person in his arms.

Sure enough, it's a dream come back from among the flowers, and the dream is different when the mind changes.

I see.

He relied on a deep dream of flowers to restore his life for four years. He dreamed of not seeing each other for four years, and the last dream was to travel all over the world and hold hands together.

But dreams are just dreams after all.

Fang Siming leaned against the window, watching the waves of water outside the window.Hiding under the mask of the hood, he smiled slowly, extremely tender and lingering.He met a person and had a beautiful dream. After four years of anxiety, the dream came true.That's enough.For his life, it is enough.

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It is estimated that the main drama will be over in the next two days, and the following will be sweet episodes~