Seventh Pagoda

It was like waking up from a long, long dream.

In the dream, there was a person wearing a blue shirt, butterflies landed on the skirt, and there was a soft sound, water droplets fell on the inkstone, very cool.

Whose embrace is he lying on, this embrace makes him extremely attached, but he can't see clearly when he opens his eyes.

A white light flashed in his mind, like throwing a stone into a lake. The images on the lake caused waves, and ear-piercing screams rang in his ears. He heard someone repeatedly asking "Is it a person or a ghost?" "Is it a person or a ghost?" "Is it a person or a ghost"... …

Sanskrit sounds surround the ears, and the mind is ethereal.

He wanted to move, but found that his whole body was stiff and unable to move, but he had always been patient, and he was not in a hurry, and slowly felt the body.

After an unknown amount of time, he fell to the ground from mid-air. He stood up and saw the person who fell on the ground, which made him feel inexplicably familiar.

Without even thinking about it, he walked up to the man, and couldn't help but reach out and wipe away the blood at the corner of his mouth, but he didn't notice that the blood penetrated the skin and smeared into his fingers, leaving no trace.

Unexpectedly, he was hit hard on the back of the head, and fell to the ground in a daze.

This was a solid blow, Yun Jian threw the stone in his hand, and heaved a sigh of relief: "It seems to be alive."

He beckoned and signaled Tan Wan to come over and have a look.Tan Wan looked at it, and only said that she just fainted, it's all right.

Fu Dali stepped forward, together with Yun Jian, carried the man aside and settled him down. Since he was staying in someone else's yard, he knocked two of them unconscious when he came, so he felt very sorry.

Thinking that the left and right are sorry, you don't have to be polite, and ran to the yard to search and pick up, found a stove and stove, piled up firewood and dry food, took some sweet potatoes and sweet potatoes at will, and lit a fire.

A group of people sat around, and started to roast sweet potatoes with great interest, and then dug out some thick rice, and stuffed a pot of porridge on the stove.

The aroma of sweet potatoes and sweet potatoes pierces into the tip of the nose, the rice porridge in the pot is rolling and soaking, and there is a snoring sound. The aroma and sound of food are the most comforting, and it doesn’t matter how much it is, let’s fill the stomach first.

The skin of the sweet potato is baked into charcoal black, and the shell is peeled off to reveal the bright red sweet potato flesh. When you bite it in your mouth lightly, it melts in your mouth, it is soft and sweet. It's warm inside.

This kind of ironing is comfortable, sweeping away the toil and treacherous atmosphere of the second half of the day.

Yang Yulin sighed, after being out for so many days, it can be regarded as a meal, and she is very satisfied.

Yuanba was determined, so he didn't bother to eat, so he first picked up a few big sweet potatoes and held them in his hands. As soon as they came out of the oven and were hot, he hopped out and walked out with his hands upside down. At the door, he opened his voice and shouted: "Fifth brother! Roasted sweet potatoes! Catch it!"

Throwing his arms away, he swung it out, and what responded to him was a small stone hitting his forehead. The pain caused him to howl again, and a big pimple appeared on his forehead immediately.

Liangfu is a very interesting person. He has always been the least courageous, but he is especially fond of making trouble. He would roll his eyes and glance left and right from time to time when he was halfway through holding a sweet potato. The finger pokes and pokes.

Now it's all right, I was still in a coma, but I was awakened by his poke, my eyes were black and blue, and I looked at them at night, which was very creepy, Ryosuke howled "Oh my god! My mother!" , one step back and three steps away.

As soon as Feng Yuwei woke up, she felt pain as if she was falling apart, and there was some evil spirit in her eyes.

Seeing Liangfu using his hands and feet and almost crawling away, he woke up, stared at Liangfu, his eyes were fixed on Liangfu's hand, and he couldn't leave it. It took him a while to recover and found something serious. Thing: "My Melon!"

Liangfu instinctively wanted to deny it, and when he glanced at it, he was holding a half-eaten baked sweet potato in his hand...

Feng Yuwei turned to look at the others again, Fu Dali was holding a sweet potato in his hand, Feng Yuwei said, "My sweet potato!"

Jing Fulin held a sweet potato in his hand, Feng Yuwei pointed at it and said, "My melon!"

Yang Yulin quietly put down the bowl in her hand, Feng Yuwei saw it with sharp eyes, and hurriedly said: "My rice!"

When it was over, he turned his head and saw the lantern on the ground, and said in a hurry: "My lantern!"

Seeing the knocked down door again, he added tremblingly: "My door!"

One sound more miserable than the other, more heartbroken than the sound, it can be regarded as the end of recognizing the relatives of this big family.

Liangfu felt that it was time for him to play a role as the big housekeeper. He put down the half-eaten sweet potato, took out a silver coin from his pocket, and pushed it in front of Feng Yuwei.

"What's yours is yours. We ate your melons and smashed your things. Now, we will pay you."

Feng Yuwei quickly got up from the ground, stretched his waist, exercised his muscles and bones, and didn't forget to put away the money and put it in his pocket, then he smiled and replied: "Youdao is to rely on friends when you go out, easy to say, easy to say .”

After speaking, he raised his legs and leaned in front of the fire, pulled out a big sweet potato, and began to eat it happily. While eating, he sincerely praised: "The craftsmanship is really good, much better than my roasted ones."

Liangfu quietly moved up to the person, poked his arm: "Friend, what's your name?"

Feng Yuwei quickly finished eating a sweet potato, picked up another sweet potato, and took the time to reply: "Feng Yuwei."

"Where are you from? Why are you here?"

After eating a whole sweet potato, Feng Yuwei raised her head: "My home is in the middle of Beijing. As for why it is here, it is really a long story." After speaking, he went to rummage in the fire to see if there was anything to eat.

After searching for a long time, he looked up again, and found that except for Tan Wan and Yuanba who had eaten and fell asleep, Liangfu, Yun Jian, and Yang Yulin were all staring at themselves with expectant expressions on their faces.

Even Jing Fulin and Fu Dali were gnawing on melons leisurely while looking at themselves.

Feng Yuwei: "...I thought that the four words are long, meaning that there is no need to say any more..."

Liangfu waved his hand: "I would like to hear the details, I would like to hear the details."

Feng Yu sighed slightly: "Okay. I've been dreaming as long as I can remember."

Liangfu couldn't help interrupting: "What's so strange about this? I also have some weird dreams every day, not to mention our country... our Mr. Yu is always dreaming, and every day when he wakes up, he seems to be a different person." Yes, you too?"

Yang Yulin glared at Liangfu, Liangfu didn't realize it, Feng Yuwei shook his head honestly: "My dream is a little different... I dream every day that people I know don't know me, but when I wake up, I realize To the point where I don’t even know these people…”

Liangfu looked at Fu Dali with a blank face: "Do you understand?" Fu Dali shook his head.

Feng Yuwei didn't know how to explain it, so she thought about it.

"Let's put it this way, I can't even tell the difference between dreams and the real world. Every dream I have is as real as if it happened.

I dreamed that my friend was getting a title on the gold list, and the number one scholar was parading through the streets. In the dream, I knew him very well. He was riding a tall horse, wearing the number one scholar's red silk, and passing by me.

How happy I was to say hello to him by his name, but he ignored me as if I... didn't exist at all.

I was so sad that I woke up crying. The friend in the dream was just a stranger to me when I woke up. I used to ask people to search for it with the portrait and name, but found that the world was so big that there had never been such a person.

It’s fine if it’s done once or twice, and it’s been like this every day for 20 years.

Sometimes in the dream, a friend found a good husband. In the noisy wedding hall, I walked up to say congratulations, but she didn't respond.

Most of them are beautiful flowers and full moons, many of them are long-cherished wishes fulfilled, many of them are rising to the top, and many of them are full of children and grandchildren. However, in those vivid dreams, no one can hear me or see me.

Day after day, year after year, I struggled in the dream, and then, as if all the dreams were over, I started dreaming of the same person over and over again.

I couldn't see his appearance clearly, I just heard him keep saying, I will never forget you, I will never forget you, and then in the last dream, I dreamed..."

"Ah!" Liangfu exclaimed in surprise, Feng Yuwei realized that tears were streaming down his face, and raised his hand to wipe away the tears in surprise, Feng Yuwei seemed puzzled: "It's strange, why are you crying?"

Yang Yulin looked at him fixedly: "What did you dream about him?"

Feng Yu wiped his face slightly, as if nothing happened: "I dreamed that he forgot me."

"and after?"

"Nightmare all the time, my spirit is getting worse day by day, my body is broken, I have invited many doctors, but the medicine is ineffective, and in this last dream, the self in the dream seems to be heartbroken, causing the self in this world to be delayed. Will she wake up for a long time...maybe she will sleep forever, I don't know."

After all, Yun Jian was a young man, and he tried to put on a steady appearance, but at the moment, he was also a little anxious: "What happened next?"

Feng Yu smiled slightly: "Later, Taoist Crane Cloak came to our house. He has an extremely alluring appearance, and he never leaves his body with his lyre."

"Oh?" The Taoist Feng Yuwei said shocked Yang Yulin's mind, and she unconsciously uttered doubts. She wanted to think about it, but she really couldn't figure out why her thoughts were affected.

Feng Yuwei raised his eyes to look at him, and said again: "This Taoist did not know what to do, he pulled me out of the dream, and asked me to go to the place I should go.

At that time, I didn't know exactly what the place I should go to was. When I was recuperating and getting healthy, a thought suddenly came to my mind one day, and I kept saying, go, go, walked out of the house, and regained my senses. It's already here. "

Liangfu fell into deep thought: "What is the opportunity here?"

Feng Yu shook her head slightly: "I don't know either. The strange thing is that I have been here for three years and I have never dreamed again."

Feng Yuwei looked at the group of people who were fascinated by the story, and suddenly spoke.

"This is the hinterland of the wilderness. There are continuous mass graves behind the yard. Not to mention the living people, even the corpses are rarely seen. You are the only living people who have broken into this yard in the past three years. Maybe you are me. I have waited three years for the opportunity, and I don’t know.”

"No, no, no."

Liangfu recalled the strange scene of butterflies suddenly flying out of the coffin board, and this strange change was all caused by Feng Yuwei's mouthful of blood. If he really wanted to talk about chance, Liangfu pointed to the long-haired man leaning against the corner: "Hey, that This is your chance."

Feng Yuwei looked carefully in the direction Liangfu pointed, and only saw a bare wall: "Wall? My chance is a wall?" Then he suddenly realized: "Oh, you mean, this yard is my chance, reasonable, reasonable .”

Liangfu didn't understand, so he pointed again: "I'm talking about a person, the person who was spurted out of the coffin by your mouthful of blood."

Liang Fu was almost anxious, and pointed out the coffin to Feng Yuwei: "Look, it's the coffin over there."

Fu Dali added a few sticks of firewood to the fire, and the fire sprang up, illuminating the room brightly. The courtyard was almost surrounded by coffins, and Liangfu was referring to the coffin in the middle.

Feng Yuwei looked back: "You mean this empty coffin?"

Liangfu's jaw was about to drop in shock: "...an empty coffin?"

Feng Yu nodded slightly: "That's right, this yard is very dangerous, and an empty coffin is crushed in the middle. Not only is this empty coffin, but the left and right coffins are all empty coffins, otherwise, think of me as a living person sleeping in the same room." Among the dead, I would rather go home and continue dreaming..."

Before Feng Yuwei finished speaking, Liangfu's face was already pale, and he couldn't help turning his head to look at the person leaning against the corner.

Under the light of the fire, the man was dressed in a black robe with a palm width, and his long hair was like ink, winding around his body. Looking up, he had a pale neck, pale chin, pale cheeks, and only his eyebrows and eyes were like ink.

The white and black colors shine together, making the whole personality appear to be out of the world, not like ordinary people.

Ryosuke saw those black eyes, huh?Eye?Liangfu was so startled that he screamed, "Damn! Damn! Wake up! Wake up!"

Those black eyes blinked, and they looked at the people around the fire. The people who were leaning against the corner and sleeping had woken up at some point.