Kiss you again like a baby [entertainment circle]

The secret road is dark and long, and there are several orange lights on the left and right sides. The bright light is very weak, and it is impossible to see where the depths of the darkness are and where the end is.Under the light, there were two silhouettes on the ground.

One after the other.

The heel of the shoe rubbed against the ground, making a crisp sound. Most likely the ground was hollow, and the material was unclear.

The deeper you went, the less hot and dry air became, and the pores all over your body stood up, as if you were surrounded by a cloud of cold air, stepping into winter.Qu Ming couldn't remember how long he had been walking.

When he came to his senses, Qian Keyi stopped in his tracks. There was a stone wall in front of him. There was dampness on the walls around him, and small drops of water dripped from it.

Moss stretches across the stone gate.Qian Keyi opened the seemingly heavy door with a push, and the inside was bright and clear.

And fucking central air.

As soon as the door was opened, the temperature warmed up.

Qian Keyi frowned, and his voice echoed in the empty corridor: "It's all for Jiang Chuling, if you don't let him make it easier for us..."

"I won't make it easier for you."

He leaned against the door and paused for a while, his eyes full of vigilance.

It's normal, after all, I don't know the basics, but I came to this kind of place where a discerning person hides secrets at a glance.Qu Ming nodded and followed indifferently.

There are still bookshelves inside, bookshelves all over the wall.

The small circular room is full of bookshelves, so high that they are close to the ceiling of the tunnel, and three people don't know if they are enough.Just going around and around like this, it is not an exaggeration to say that the book is finished.Like the library, there is a small post-it note on the side of each column, which is well organized by category.

The label strips were yellow, some rolled up at the corners, and some were half incomplete. The handwriting on them was still written with a brush, flamboyant, from right to left, and looked a little old.

Qu Ming was surprised, and saw a climbing ladder hanging on the wall not far away...it was indeed as high as reaching the ceiling.It's not like a weight that a young man can lift.

With his back bent, Qian Keyi hurried over anxiously, wiped the sweat from his palms, and then moved over with his bare hands.

Qu Ming was stunned: "...?"

Qian Keyi clapped his hands and pointed: "Crawl around to find, uh, the label should be... Liliyuan Shangcao? What is the title of the book "Baicao Postpartum Care"? I don't quite remember, you can look for it. The book There should be a record."

……Fine.

"It's faster to find the two of you, after all..." He wiped his sweat, "The total is quite a lot. I don't know how long Jiang Chuling can last."

As he spoke, he squatted down, row by row, stroked with his fingers, and rummaged through the books.

Qu Ming is a little hard to say.

When the fuck is this going to be found?

If in four or five days, the day lily is cold, Jiang Chuling can still live?He glanced worriedly, and put Jiang Chuling on the ground beside the escalator.

This stone room has probably not been visited for a long time, and it is full of dust.Not only on the ground, but also on the handrail of the ladder, and on the bookshelf and cover.Qu Ming had just climbed to the top, his hands were covered with dust, all dry powdery dust, stained with the sweat from the bottom of his palms, pitch black.

I don't know if it's just luck.

Just as Qu Ming looked up, the third book was in his hand.

It happened to be "Baicao Postpartum Care".

Qu Ming paused and pulled it out.

This book is not like a book in a modern library, it is bound with thread, it is scattered, and it looks like it will fall apart when you pinch it.The cover is brush graffiti...

Nothing can be seen, but it looks like grass lines.

Qu Ming opened his mouth, wanting to tell Qian Keyi that he found it, so hurry up and save Jiang Chuling.But time seemed to stop at this moment, as if someone had pressed the pause button somewhere.

Qu Ming found that his body was out of control.He couldn't speak, he couldn't turn his head, he couldn't hear a sound.

Only the pounding heartbeat let him know.

He is still alive.

The sweat from Qu Ming's forehead dripped down, soaking his collar, and at some point, his back was wet and sticky, sticking to his body.But his hand was uncontrollable, ignoring the various reactions of the body, and opened the book very naturally but against the master.

Qu Ming's heart beat faster for no reason.

As if it was instinct.

But he knew that this was not his wish.

The first page.

The yellowed paper was wrinkled, as if it had been splashed with water and dried.The words on it were crooked and turned into a ball of ink, and the shape of the characters could not be seen.It's more like a stick figure, as scribbled and perfunctory as the cover, it should be written by the same person.

But Qu Ming saw the story behind these lines.His brain and eyes are no longer on the same channel.But any normal person would say, isn't this like a line drawn by hand while dozing off in class?

Qu Ming shrank his pupils completely, without knowing why.

That draws a somewhat familiar story.

In the deserted wilderness, in ruins.The low wall collapsed, moss lay across, and there was almost no way to go.There is a circle drawn in the middle of the title page, but Qu Ming's brain is like a translation machine, and he recognizes at a glance...it is a well.

Weeds and moss grew between the brick joints, and there were ropes hanging from the mouth of the well. The coarse hemp ropes were no longer tightly entwined, and they were loose, making one suspect that they would break under heavy weight.

But on this side, the most prominent thing in the picture is the grass on the side.A... verdant and energetic mimosa.

Qu Ming turned the pages with uncontrollable hands.

The second page.

Still the same well, but without the grass.A person appeared where the grass was originally drawn.It has a face, a body, but no facial features.

page three.

Snow-capped, rolling mountains in the distance.There was no well or grass anymore, and the villain on the second page reappeared with the same posture, only this time, the facial features were painted on his face.

Is……

Very pretty boy.

Qu Ming's hands were struggling to turn the pages of the book.

For some reason, he automatically brought Jiang Chuling in.

page four...

The fourth page is blank.

Until now, Qu Ming's hands trembled uncontrollably, his eyes became heavier and heavier, and his mind began to feel dizzy.Then...the eyes went black.Qu Ming fell into the boundless darkness and completely lost consciousness.

In this case, he had a rare dream.

in a dream.

In a world of ice and snow, the branches are covered with heavy snow, and a thick layer is piled on the ground.The snow is as big as goose feathers, and it looks very cold.

Facing the cold wind, a sparrow suddenly flew not far away, its wings fluttered and the snow rustled down.It is not afraid of the cold, and it flies back and forth on the snow, printing a few small paw prints.

The sparrows on the snow bury their heads and turn east and west, rummaging for something in the snow.After a while, there were two chirps suddenly, and he jumped over.

There is a mimosa there.

But not for a while, the cold wind was bitter and menacing, more violent than any moment before, hula la rushed over with the cold air.And in the center, a huge monster descended from the sky.

Its stature is very large, and its shadow covers all around.

The sparrow raised its head and shook its weak body, the whole sparrow was dumbfounded.Facing the sight of the huge monster, it suddenly screamed and moved away, trembling, its fur exploded, and quickly flapped its wings and flew away!

The outline in the dream was very clear, but the huge monster was very vague, as if it was separated by a layer of fog and could not be seen clearly.Qu Ming only remembered that the thing had eyes like a falcon, with a chilling aura around it, and it stopped safely in front of the mimosa tree.

The only thing that is clear is that it has double ocher red claws.

I don't know how the mimosa survived in the freezing and difficult environment.Its weak body can't withstand the erosion of wind and snow, the whole grass is crushed to the point of being unable to straighten up, and the leaves are tightly closed, just like a person walking in the cold wind in winter, shrinking his head and bowing his head , with his hands in his pockets, coweringly breathing the hot air to keep himself warm.

Maybe it's the wind, maybe it's the cold, but the grass is shivering.

Just one paw of this huge monster can trample the mimosa into mud.But it didn't, it stretched out its paws and brushed off the snowflakes falling from Mimosa in front of it, curled up cautiously, its long and huge body formed a circle, bent its head, and surrounded Mimosa.

It moved a little bit, for fear of crushing this fragile little thing.

Until its whole body wraps the mimosa.Snowflakes were floating on its dark red body, and the shivering Mimosa just now was in its arms, absorbing the last bit of warmth.

Snow, no longer touch the mimosa.

At the end of the dream, Qu Ming unexpectedly heard a long and somewhat choked up murmur: "Thank you brother."

……

Then, he opened his eyes suddenly and woke up.

On a booth in a bar.

Although he couldn't see much of the dream this time, fortunately, the general plot was written down. The real and fantasy content in the dream made him dazed for a while, but he hadn't finished digesting the cause and effect.

His hand was touched by something fleshy.

Qu Ming looked up.

"..." The child's eyes were red and his voice was hoarse, "Brother, thank you brother!"

It was Jiang Chuling.