Become a cat [Zhan Zhao]

Waiting has never been so fraught, and even the surrounding tranquility has become irritating.The valley was eerily silent after last night's storm, and even the sound of the wind was carefully concealed as it crept through the trees.The sound of rushing water is the only sound, but it is reduced to the background because of its monotony.Whether it is a bird or an insect, they all remain silent at this time.The milky white mist rises slowly among the dense green trees and shrubs, making the mountains so moist that water can be squeezed out.

Zhan Zhao has circled Ah Lan so many times that his head is dizzy, but the little girl shows no sign of waking up.And from his point of view, Alan's body seemed to be shaking slightly all the time, and it was very likely that drowning would make her seriously ill.

But right now we can only wait.Zhan Zhao anxiously jumped up to a jar placed under the corridor, and looked down at A Lan who was lying unconscious on the ground.Her pale face was somewhat transparent against the messy black hair, and the wet clothes on her body were still dripping, making this scene really bleak.

What was it that dragged Alan into the water?Zhan Zhao remembered the legend of the water monkey that he had heard when he was a child.He thought it was just a story made up by adults to scare children from getting close to the water, but just now, the monster that emerged from the water was clearly a monkey.

No, uglier and more sinister than a monkey.

Zhan Zhao licked the fur on his paws irritably.He didn't know what happened to Ah Lan, whether it was the hairpin that had disappeared or the big waist card that suddenly appeared, it made him feel confused and uneasy.If this is really Mr. Zhu's former hermitage, is it his wife who lives with him?So when this person was reborn, where did his wife go?And why did Alan pick up that jasper butterfly hairpin by the water that is enough to be regarded as a family heirloom by a rich and powerful family?How did this waist card fall into Alan's hands, and who would it be its owner?Did the mysterious killer who killed Mr. Wenzhu have anything to do with these weird things?

His thoughts were dragged by these strange things, obviously when he came here a few years ago, he was just marveling at the beautiful scenery here, but now he is involved in so many things.

It must be A Lan, the troublemaker. It is because of her that there are so many puzzles.

Zhan Zhao decided to put aside all the hairpins and waist badges, no matter what happened that year, it had nothing to do with him.The most important thing right now is to wait for A Lan to wake up, or wait for him to settle A Lan by himself in the afternoon.This little troublemaker.

While Zhan Zhao waited impatiently, Ah Lan fell into a strange dream.

Everything in this world seems to have gone away from her, submerged in the hustle and bustle of darkness.When she opened her eyes, she found that she was in a big house, the exquisite and luxurious furnishings were the only ones she had ever seen in her life.There was also a faint scent of incense in the air, from an oddly shaped stove belching white smoke.The flickering candlelight shines out from the exquisite gauze lamp, casting a faint yellow light in the room.

If Ah Lan wasn't in a dream, she would have jumped about three feet high, and then turned around the room in surprise and curiosity.But in the dream, she seemed to have gotten used to this, just sitting on a cold and hard bench, looking down at a small wooden figure.She still held a carving knife in her hand, and carved lines like flowing clouds on the wooden man's clothes.It can be seen that she is portrayed as a girl, a delicate and bright girl.This carving knife seemed to give life to the wooden man, and Alan could see a kind of innocence from that face.

A Lan also dullly noticed that her hands seemed to be different from usual, the wide skeleton and thick calluses made the hands more like a man's.

Did she become a man in the dream?Alan thought absently, her eyes fell on the wooden figure in her hand, and her eyes lingered uncontrollably on that lifelike face.Alan felt a warm, sour emotion welling up in her heart, and although she couldn't understand it, she was fascinated by it.

Where does this feeling come from?And why was it born?Ah Lan was thinking in confusion, but heard a girl outside the door shouting: "Chen Guard, the princess calls you over."

A Lan hurriedly hid the wooden man, then stood up passively.She felt that surge of emotion again, and there was a secret anticipation and joy in her heart.

"Here we come." The man's voice came from her throat, young, deep, and also completely unfamiliar.Ah Lan didn't think it was strange, she just thought that she had a ridiculous dream.She let her body open the door and went out, following a girl in full dress through the verandas and courtyards, those magnificent scenery were never seen by A Lan even in her dreams, even the night could not reduce their color.

Why do you have such a dream?Alan thought slowly.But all the problems disappeared after entering a warm and bright red pavilion that was a hundred times more exquisite than what she had seen before, just because she saw a girl who looked exactly like the wooden figure hidden in her arms.

A feeling that didn't belong to her took control of this body, and A Lan then knelt on the ground, lowered her head and said in a low voice, "Princess."

Princess?Is it the emperor's daughter?Does she live in the palace?No wonder the class is so magnificent, it turned out to be a royal palace.

"You all stand down." The crisp voice sounded, but it was pretending to be solemn, and the tone was low and solemn.But even so, the sound made the heart of this body thump, and a warm current surged in the chest cavity.

The surrounding maids and guards all lowered their heads: "Yes, princess." Then they filed out silently.

There were only two people left in the house.

A Lan's vision is still limited to a floor tile, she can't control this body, whether it's actions or emotions.It's as if she is just a passerby, looking at other people's affairs through these eyes, and savoring other people's feelings.

"Chen Zui," the girl's voice was no longer deep and suppressed, but a little more sincere, complaining, "You are not here, they are all bullying me."

Ah Lan thought to herself: Chen Zui?Is it the owner of this body?Why would I dream of such a strange thing?

Chen Zui didn't answer directly, but lowered his head and said, "Princess, you should take care."

"I'm not happy," said the princess, sighing, "I'm dreaming of him again."

A Lan only felt her heart beating violently in her chest, almost jumping out of her throat.But immediately after, a pain spread, and even the mouth felt faintly bitter.

Chen Zui didn't answer this time.

But the princess stood up, and she walked lightly with lotus steps, her voice was low, with a pleading tone: "Chen Zui, please help me. I don't like the son-in-law my father pointed out to me." , I just want him."

"Princess," Chen Zui's voice was filled with bitterness, "Marriage is such a big deal, it's not a trifle."

The princess just asked: "Won't you help me?"

Chen Zui fell silent, and after an unknown amount of time, he kowtowed slowly.The cold floor tiles pressed against his forehead, but it was not as cold as his heart. He said: "This subordinate is willing to do everything for the princess, and he will do whatever he wants."

Alan felt an indescribable emotion, as if it was hot pain, and it seemed to be cold joy.It's just that she was too young to understand such emotions.

The scene in front of me also dissipated like a cloud of smoke as the words fell to the ground, and the light was once again annihilated by the darkness.

When everything reappeared in sight, what Ah Lan first felt was a kind of deathly silence, as if what was beating in his chest was not a heart, but a handful of ashes.

Opposite was a man, a handsome, pale man.He was trembling because a sword was pressed against his throat, and that sword was held in Alan's hand—or in Chen Zui's hand.

"It was you who killed the princess," Chen Zui's voice was low and hoarse, without any fluctuation, "Do you plead guilty?"

The man trembled, and said in a loud voice, "Ming Lan committed suicide by diving, and I have nothing to do with it."

"You don't plead guilty?" Chen Zui was indifferent, as if nothing the man said could affect his mood.But the back of his hand burst out with blue veins due to more force.

"I didn't lie to you." The man pretended to be calm, but both his body and his voice trembled like fallen leaves in the wind, "We have been living in seclusion in the valley, she is not happy, nor can she suffer. I advise her to go back, But she refused. When I woke up that morning, I found that Minglan was gone. She, she jumped into the pool behind the house. I didn't kill her, I didn't kill her!"

Chen Zui looked at him as if he was looking at a dead person, his voice was cold and cruel: "There are two murderers who killed the princess, one is you." He smiled, "The other is me."

"I didn't kill her!" the man hissed, "You're a lunatic, a lunatic!"

Chen Zui whispered: "So what."

The man on the opposite side seemed to be seized by fear, and finally couldn't hold back hissing.

Chen Zui made a move.

A Lan wanted to close her eyes very much, but she couldn't.Her eyes were scarlet, and her ears were piercing screams and begging for mercy.However, Ah Lan felt that his heart was still like water, and his emotions did not fluctuate in the slightest.

It was as if the heart had died.

The picture finally changed, and this time it became familiar.A Lan was surprised to find that this was exactly the scenery in the valley, and in front of her was the pool where she had drowned.

The day seemed to be clear with no wind.The whole pool is like a piece of emerald jade, dark green and smooth.A squirrel stepped on a wobbly branch, watching the strange human visitor curiously.

A Lan felt the joy and satisfaction in her heart, as well as a faint pain.She thought, how can a person have such complicated feelings?Why did he rejoice, and why did he suffer?

Chen Zui just walked into the pool step by step, the cold water reached his knees at first, then reached his waist and covered his shoulders.

Finally, he sank into the water, embracing the skeletal remains in the icy water.Chen Zui seemed to want to say something, but he only spit out a string of bubbles when he opened his mouth.So he bowed his head and kissed the exposed gums of the skeleton, as if fulfilling the hidden wish in his heart for many years, kissing the girl he loves.

Alan took a sharp breath and woke up.Only then did she feel physical pain, heavy head, sore throat, and thirsty mouth.

The beating dim candlelight dispelled the darkness, she turned her head and saw a tall figure sitting at the table.

It's Zhan Zhao.

Ah Lan suddenly felt a strange yet familiar emotion welling up in her heart.

The author has something to say: There are still thousands of miles away from the lifting of the curse. This hazy affection is far away from the unforgettable love.