Dream Maker [Rebirth]

Lu Ci followed him up, and before he had time to continue asking, he heard Ji Wuzhou say again: "The so-called 'exploring memory' is to look at the memory to be changed and know its content, so that the created dream can overwrite it and be able to recover." It connects smoothly with previous and subsequent memories.”

Lu Ci nodded, for some reason, he always felt that Ji Wuzhou didn't seem to be taking him to "see the world" at this moment, but rather like a master teacher teaching his apprentice some unique skills.

The woman on the couch had her eyes tightly closed, her hair was gray and her face was pale, and she looked extremely haggard.

Ji Wuzhou changed Wan Ling's staff to his left hand, stood beside Lu Ci and said, "Hold on."

Lu Ci grasped the staff according to the words, but Ji Wuzhou did not let go, turned his head and said: "Are you ready?"

Lu Ci didn't know what to prepare, and was inexplicably nervous when asked, but he still nodded calmly.

Ji Wuzhou smiled lightly, and when he turned around, the hand holding the staff slid down a few inches, barely touching Lu Ci's thumb, and ticked it soothingly.

A moment later, the handle of the Wanling staff held by the two did not move, but the rings of silver bells at the top like pagodas slowly spun around the handle.

As the rotation gets faster and faster, the melodious ringtones of the jingle bells gradually become more intense, like a stone thrown into the water, rippling a circle of sound pattern ripples visible to the human eye.

The ripples centered on the staff, and spread out to the surroundings as they rotated. When they touched the body of the woman on the couch, a long silvery white light was drawn from her body like a whirlpool, and then the light was rotated and spread together. An overwhelming web of light was woven on the walls of the house.

After the optical network was formed, every inch of the surrounding scenery, including the woman on the couch, began to twist and tremble like a reflection in the water, gradually deforming and changing, and a completely different scene appeared within a moment.

This scene is still a bedroom, but it is obviously not the one they were in just now.

The room in front of me is small and cramped, with very simple furnishings, as if it were a poor family's house.

A young woman was sitting on the couch by the wall, and a gray-haired doctor was taking her pulse beside the couch, while the young master stood silently aside, with a slightly dignified expression.

Not far from the couch was a dilapidated wooden cradle, in which a thin, yellow-faced child sat in the middle, babbling and shaking the rattle in his hand.

Lu Ci lowered his head to look at himself, then turned his head to look at Ji Wuzhou, and found that the two of them hadn't changed in any way, and the three people beside the couch didn't seem to notice their existence.

Ji Wuzhou seemed to know what he was thinking, and explained: "This is the scene in her memory, and the people in her memory can't see us, and can't hear us."

Lu Ci nodded, continued to look at the three people, and saw that Lang Zhong got up at this moment, and smiled at the young master, "Congratulations, your lady is happy."

Unexpectedly, as soon as these words came out, the expressions of the master and madam froze for a moment, and there was no joy at all, but they seemed a little at a loss.

However, the master quickly squeezed out an awkward smile, took out money from his sleeve and handed it to the doctor, and said politely, "Thank you."

After sending the doctor away, the master went back to the house and sat down on the couch, he and his wife were speechless for a moment, sighed lightly, held her hand and said: "It doesn't matter, there will always be a way."

The madam smiled wryly, then turned to look at the young son in the cradle: "It's almost impossible to raise such a child, so what else can I do?"

The master seemed to want to say something more, but he opened his mouth but closed it again, his downcast eyes fell silent.

Madam stared at him for a moment, sighed, turned her head to look aside and said, "You said earlier that shopkeeper Sun and his wife have never had a child, and they want one..."

"No!" The master interrupted eagerly, "If I really want to give it away, how can I get it back in the future?"

The madam seemed to lose her temper when she heard the words, she turned around and said, "What if you don't come back? It's better than staying with us and starving to death, right?"

The master was speechless, his face turned red and white, and he lowered his head.

Madam also seemed to feel that she had said too much, so she slowed down and said, "Which mother would be willing to give away his own flesh and blood? I am not willing to, but as long as he can have food, clothing and grow up in peace, it is better than that." Everything is strong, even if you don’t give up, you have to be willing.”

The master was speechless to refute, but he still didn't let go, he gritted his teeth and procrastinated, "Let's talk about it when... I'm born, I'll find a few more jobs in the past few months, maybe... maybe I can afford it by then. "

What he said was very unfounded, but Madam didn't expose it, she just nodded and said: "Okay."

The scene fades and becomes blurred, and becomes clear again.

Months passed, still in this room.

The child has been born, but the family is still poor.

The young master was sitting on the edge of the bed with a small swaddle in his arms, lowering his head to tease the baby in the swaddle. Following the baby's giggles, he couldn't help showing a child-like joy on his face.

The wife who had just given birth was lying on the bed, looking at her husband and child sideways. It was a warm scene, but she seemed worried.

Turning her head to look at the top of the bed, she endured and endured, but she still cruelly broke the warmth: "Now Mrs. Sun is pregnant, even if we are willing to give it, they may not be willing to take it."

The master's body froze, the smile on his face faded little by little, he blinked as if he had made up his mind and said: "Why don't we... don't give him away."

The madam has probably heard such words a lot, she frowned and closed her eyes and took a deep breath: "You think I want to give it away? Can I feel better just watching my child be handed over to someone else? But we—"

"That's not what I mean," the master interrupted her eagerly, and explained hesitantly, "What I mean is... let's not send him to another house, but send him... to the Hidden Spirit Realm?"

Lu Ci suddenly opened his eyes wide, his hand holding the staff tightened slightly, and even his heart beat a little faster.

Hidden Spirit Secret Realm?

Are they going to send this child to the Hidden Spirit Realm?

The memory in front of me happened 28 years ago.

There were only two babies who arrived in the secret realm that year, one was Tongsang, and the other... was himself!

Lu Ci subconsciously turned his head to look at Ji Wuzhou, but saw that his expression was normal, and he had no superfluous reaction to the word "hidden spirit secret realm", as if it was just an extremely common place name.

The memory is still flowing.

Lu Ci didn't have time to think about it, and the scene in front of him was distorted and dispersed, turning into a quiet river bank under the moonlight.

There was a small wooden basin on the gravel beach by the shore, and the lady who was determined to send the child away was now kneeling by the wooden basin with her baby in her arms and weeping silently. The young master put one hand on her shoulder and patted her gently. The other hand caressed the baby's cheek, eyes filled with reluctance.

"I'll be back," he suppressed his sobs, as if comforting his wife, but also as if convincing himself, "I'll be back."

It is one thing to make a decision, but it is another thing to send the child away with your own hands. Even if you have a thousand senses, it is not worth saying that blood is thicker than water.

After a long time, the wife finally let go of her arms, allowing her husband to take the child out of his arms and put it into the tub, and slowly pushed it into the river along the sloping gravel beach.

The wooden basin shook slightly for a few times and then gradually stabilized. Under the moonlight, it quietly went away with the water flow, far away.

However, just when it drifted so far away that it was almost invisible, the baby in the basin suddenly began to cry loudly, making heart-piercing baby cries.

The infant's cries were like swords, piercing the silence of the river bank, the sound pierced the ears, pierced the bones and pierced the heart.

The wife suddenly got up and wanted to chase after her, but she was grabbed by her husband. However, the pain of separation could no longer be suppressed, so she could only cry against the flowing water going east, accompanied by the baby who was going away.

……

I don't know if it was God's will, but only in the second year after they sent the child away, the old man made a small sum of money by chance, and then used the money to start a business. This year is already earning a lot of money.

On that day, the couple who were about to move to a new house in the city stood in this simple courtyard in the suburbs where they had lived in poverty for many years, staring at the dilapidated door for a long time.

Outside the fence behind him was a transport carriage that could not hold much stuff. The eldest son of the head of the head poked his head out of the window and said, "Father, mother, why don't we go?"

The master turned his head and responded, then patted Madam on the back comfortingly and said, "Don't worry, I'll find someone to guard this room, and my son won't be unable to find a new home when he comes back."

Madam nodded slowly, and took a few more nostalgic glances, then turned around and walked out of the courtyard with the master.

The scene in front of me changed again.

The carriage slowly stopped in front of a wealthy mansion.

The lintel is high and wide, with a plaque hanging on it.

When he saw the gold-plated "Tongfu", Lu Ci subconsciously breathed a sigh of relief, and then his heart ached again.

He is the only child in the secret realm without a wooden sign. From the moment he knew what other people's wooden signs mean, he vaguely understood that his parents might not be like other people's parents, and hoped that he would find them by his side in the future. .

If that's the case, don't do it.

So he never imagined the appearance of his parents, did not think deeply about why they abandoned him, never thought about finding them after returning to the continent of the world, let alone prepared to meet them.

So when he saw the plaque, he was really relieved.

However, this plaque also leads to another fact at the same time - the baby is really a child mourner.

The junior brother who was a few months later than him, who grew up with him, and finally turned into bones in front of him in the plague of the secret realm, Tong Sang.

Everything is still vivid.

This made him tightly entangle and wrap his heart in the breath he had just let go, and it hurts.

It's been a long time since I felt this way.

Perhaps joys and sorrows are experiences worthy of living people, so after he died and entered the white chaos, all the memories and emotions were faded by the seemingly endless time, faded to the point where he thought that he had already passed away. Out of the world of mortals, the heart is like still water.

However, from the moment of rebirth, those memories that have been dusted by time, no matter whether they are as bright as the spring sun or as sharp as a cold knife, seem to be awakened by bursts of spring thunder, and they break out from the ground full of withered grass and wild flowers, awakening the silence The long-awaited mood makes breathing and pain come back to life.

Probably, this is the living evidence.

The scene in front of me is still changing.

As the sun and the moon passed, the grass grew and the warblers flew, the Tong family couple took root in this mansion, watched the eldest son grow up day by day, and also looked forward to the return of the second son one day.

18 years, one day and one month passed quietly.

Just when they thought their long-awaited expectation would finally come to fruition, an overwhelming June blizzard brought the sad news of the destruction of the Hidden Spirit Secret Realm.