Can you give me the broken impermanence?

The waves of the river reflected on the faces of the two in the river, floating from time to time.

Xie Yu's slender fingers ran through the hair of the person in his arms, from head to tail, and finally along the straight groove of the back...

Ming Ming Song Qingming stood on the bank of the river, feeling in a trance that he was the person in Xie Yu's arms.

That hand was caressing him gently at this moment, mixed with the coldness of the river, but leaving behind a piece of heat, he could smell Xie Yu's body, wrapping him, pulling him down to the depths of the river.

Seeing Xie Yu pressing him into his arms and kissing the corners of his blurred eyes, Song Qingming's breathing gradually became chaotic.

No, this is a dream!How could he have such a dream? !

Song Qingming was thinking in a panic, while all five senses were being tested.

Many thoughts are rampant in the mind like madness and demons, the mind is prajna, but the six sense organs cannot be purified...

In the dark, Xie Yu was sitting by the bed, watching Song Qingming whose breathing was getting messy and his expression was becoming more and more uncomfortable, but a smile appeared on the corner of his lips.

No matter how you push back, those who cannot escape will never escape.

It was so then, and it is so now.

Just as he was about to raise his hand to touch Song Qingming's cheek, there was a sudden rustling sound outside the window.

Xie Yu frowned and turned around, and saw that someone had poked a hole in the window paper, a stick of incense came in, and white smoke diffused into the room silently.

He squinted slightly, watching the movement of the figure outside the window coldly.

Sometimes what is more terrifying than ghosts is the human heart.

A wisp of white smoke fell on the side of the bed.

This fragrance is extremely medicinal, if Song Qingming's physique inhaled it, he might lose half his life.

That's not good.

Thinking about it, Xie Yu raised his left hand, picked up the wisp of white smoke with his index finger and pulled it to his side, then casually played with the smoke with his fingers, while admiring Song Qingming on the bed with flushed cheeks.

The person outside the window leaned against the window to listen to the sound inside, but after a while there was no movement, he pulled out his dagger and tiptoedly opened the door.

Having already stepped into the room, when he saw Xie Yu sitting beside the bed, the expression on that person's face froze instantly.

When Xie Yu looked over coldly, the man hurriedly turned around and fled in a hurry.

Xie Yu snorted coldly, got up and chased him out.

The door closed, and only Song Qingming was left in the room.

The charming scene in the dream disappeared instantly, he opened his eyes and sat up in a panic, panting heavily, his clothes were already drenched with sweat.

He turned his head and looked around the room, there was still a faint familiar fragrance around him, but he couldn't see that person.

Song Qingming held his forehead with his right hand, very speechless.

How could he have such a dream?Could it be that there were too many pictures in the secret play a few days ago, and he put himself in it?

But you can't be with Xie Yu? !They have only known each other for a few days, and he can conjure up such a scene in his dream...

Song Qingming let out a long sigh, and secretly swore in his heart that he would never touch the secret scene again, this thing is really harmful.

Well it was just a dream.

When he was about to breathe a sigh of relief, he suddenly realized that something was wrong, so he reached out and touched under the quilt.

My heart went cold.

After a while, Song Qingming got up slowly, rummaged through his luggage and changed into a clean inner garment, then quietly walked out of the thatched hut, ready to find a place to wash the changed clothes.

The fog outside the house did not show any sign of dissipating, on the contrary, it was getting thicker and thicker, and the outline of things could not be seen clearly even one step away.

Looking at the vast fog in front of him, Song Qingming didn't know where to find a place with water.

Ask Hu Aman's parents?He was also a little embarrassed. If he was asked what he was doing looking for water so late, he couldn't tell the reason.

When he was worrying, a coolness suddenly climbed up behind him.

"The sky is terrified, the ground is terrified, there is a crying man in my family..."

The gloomy nursery rhyme sounded again.

The voice came from all directions in the thick fog, like a dozen children were circling around him, teasing and laughing at him.

This is too unfortunate!

Song Qingming hugged his clothes, and was about to turn around and go back to the house to hide, but when he turned around, he realized that, just like in the dream, there was no thatched cottage behind him!

All the surrounding houses disappeared, and he was trapped in the endless fog.

Song Qingming thought, he was really afraid of meeting a funeral attendant when he died, it was really unlucky.

But Aman said that as long as he doesn't make a sound, the kid will leave soon.

So he shut his mouth tightly, stared at the surrounding fog, and waited for the kid to leave.

In the lingering mist, a hand was stretched out, and Song Qingming was pushed hard from behind.

The strength of that hand was so great that it pushed Song Qingming to the ground and staggered several steps forward. Before he could stand still, another hand stretched out from the left side and pushed him.

Seeing him about to fall, children's laughter sounded around him.

Song Qingming didn't know how many hands there were in the mist, and those hands seemed to play tricks on him, pushing eastward and westward, watching him stagger and laughing louder and louder.

Song Qingming became annoyed.

Do ghosts enjoy such nasty pranks too?

This reminded him of the past, the same group of children, in order to tease him, pushed him hard, watched him fall and hurt, but laughed louder.

Those children shouted: "Song Qingming is a little bastard no one wants hahaha!"

"enough!!"

Song Qingming finally couldn't bear it anymore and roared angrily.

The laughter all around stopped abruptly.

Song Qingming looked around angrily, and shouted angrily, "What are you guys trying to do?! Is it fun to play tricks on people?"

The voice echoed in the fog, but no one answered.

After a while, the weird nursery rhyme sounded again.

From a distance, slowly approach him.

"The sky is terrified, the earth is terrified, there is a man who cries at night in my family, and the passing gentleman reads it three times..."

When the word 'Bian' fell, the voice had already come behind Song Qingming.

Song Qingming's back tensed, and he turned his head slowly.

Behind him was a child whose eyes were tightly stitched with red thread, and his jet-black lips opened and closed.

"Sleep till dawn."

As soon as the cold voice came out, the child suddenly raised his hand and gave Song Qingming a hard push.

Without even giving Song Qingming a chance to scream, his body fell to the ground uncontrollably.

He subconsciously closed his eyes, and when the wind whistled past his ears, he thought he was about to fall into the underworld, when he fell to the ground.

The knee probably broke the skin, and it hurts numbly.

He looked up and looked around.

Somehow, he was no longer in the fog, but in a thatched hut.

It was no different from other thatched cottages, full of dust and spiders, empty and dilapidated.

Just something curled up in the corner.

Song Qingming coughed and stood up, squinting at the dark mass in the corner, hesitated for a while, and walked forward slowly.

"Are you... a human or a ghost?" He asked tentatively.

Hearing his question, the thing slowly raised its head.

Those were a pair of very beautiful eyes, black and bright, like a black pearl, looking at Song Qingming timidly.

Song Qingming was a little surprised, it turned out to be a child, who looked younger than Aman, with shoulder-length hair, sparse and messy, clinging to his face, and wearing loose clothes that didn't fit at all, even covering the soles of his feet.

There is no cold breath on this child, so it should not be a ghost.

Seeing Song Qingming, the child shrank into the corner in fear.

As soon as he moved, Song Qingming realized that the child's hands and feet were tied by iron chains, and the range of movement was only an arm's length away from the child.

What's the point of tying up a child in a good way?

Song Qingming frowned and walked towards him: "What's your name? Who locked you here?"

Seeing him approaching, the child trembled more and more. After seeing Song Qingming squatting down in front of him, the child suddenly rushed up like crazy and bit Song Qingming's arm fiercely.

Regardless of the child's young age, the biting force is not small, and Song Qingming cried out in pain.

"It hurts! Let go! Are you a puppy?!"

He grabbed the child by the collar, and when he was about to throw him out, he stopped abruptly.

Because of the pulling, a piece of skin on the child's back was exposed under the collar, full of black and purple scars and festering wounds.

Song Qingming was very familiar with this kind of injury.

The fists, the kicks, and the long, festering wounds were drawn out by the whip.

They are all injuries that can hurt to the bone.

The child bit his arm tightly, and after not seeing any movement from him for a long time, he slowly let go in doubt, and raised his head to look at him with a pair of big eyes.

Song Qingming frowned, lowered his head and looked at him, and asked with distress: "What's your name?"

Still frightened, the child flinched and shook his head.

After a while, Song Qingming heard him muttering.

"Hu Aman...my name is Hu Aman."

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Song Qingming: The ancients did not deceive me, as expected, there is everything in the dream! /(//·/ω/·//)/