I know the taste of the sea

Shen Jue has been having bizarre dreams.

The first dream was that he seemed to be standing on a high place, overlooking the whole land, all the buildings became flat figures under his feet, let alone the people walking in the gap?

Shen Jue looked at them like he was looking at ants.

He didn't know why in his dream he was still wearing the long white dress that was standard for saintesses and symbolized purity.

The wind blew his long hair and the hem of his skirt, and he only had a little strength on his toes, so he didn't dare to move, even doubting that the wind could blow him down.

If it falls, it will be smashed to pieces.

But fortunately, this body seems to be out of his control, Shen Jue doesn't have to worry that his body will be overly tense, which will cause him to be unable to maintain his balance.

He is like a passer-by in this body, calmly feeling the changes in this body, and using the eyes of this body to see what he can see.

He heard "he" humming the melody softly, the tone was a bit obscure at the beginning, but as time went on, the tone gradually took shape, "he" seemed to have found the tone, and finally it was no longer just dry and melodious. He hummed flatly that he couldn't tell the sound of Doremi's trembling.

Shen Jue originally thought that the tune he had been looking for for so long would be a difficult song, but he didn't expect that it was just a very simple nursery rhyme.

Shen Jue had never heard such a nursery rhyme, not that it was weird and unique, but his memory was not as good as this nursery rhyme.

The lyrics are simple, straightforward and catchy, and the tune is not too difficult, it can be said to be monotonous.

Just need to find a tune?

Shen Jue felt that he did not understand again.

What made Shen Jue even more unaware was that while "his" was singing, his cheeks became wet, and his vision was completely blurred, as if covered by a layer of mist.

Shen Jue wanted to raise his hand to wipe his face, but he couldn't control his body, so he could only silently wait for the nursery rhyme to end.

However, what Shen never expected was that after singing this nursery rhyme, "he" murmured: "... goodbye."

Shen Jue felt himself, or possibly "him", a tingling pain spreading in his heart, like tens of thousands of ants gnawing on him, but there was nothing he could do.

"He" seems to have said something at the end, but because it was a silent mouth shape, Shen Jue couldn't distinguish it.

He only knew that in the next second, "he" closed his eyes.

The sense of weightlessness and the face-cutting wind came together, and just before falling to the ground, Shen Jue woke up suddenly.

He thought he was awake, but instead he fell into a second dream.

He stood on the devastated land, and there were broken tiles and ruins everywhere. The thick gravel was like a shroud covering the city affected by the war, and it also covered a bit of broken arms and limbs.

Shen Jue has no way to control his body, so he can only follow "his" perspective to look at his blood-stained skirt like a red plum blossom, and look at the few dirty fingerprints left on it.

Shen obviously didn't know what happened before, but he understood how those fingerprints came from.

It was a person who was lingering in the flames of war and lost his homeland and grabbed his skirt, just like grabbing a life-saving straw in a quagmire, as if grabbing the only hope, begging him, the saint known as the goddess of light, Women can take pity on this miserable world.

Shen Jue felt that "he" seemed to be holding something cold in his hand.

Logically speaking, the temperature of the equipment should be lower than the human body temperature, but the temperature on "his" skin is colder than these emotionless things.

Like ice that is not hot, it can only keep that temperature, because it will melt when it heats up.

Shen Jue heard "him" whisper again: "Why..."

The breeze brought the smell of gunpowder and smoke unique to the flames of war. "He" knelt down on the ground with a plop, and looked at the front blankly: "...Why must it be me."

Shen definitely didn't know whether his heart was hurting or "his" grief was conveyed to him, he only felt that "he" raised his hand numbly, and there was something cold and hard. on his" temple.

"sorry."

"He" seemed to be apologizing to someone, and even smiled wryly, finally closed his eyes, let the tears drown himself, and told the words to those who could not hear, afraid that the other party would know, but begged him to hear: "...forgot kill me."

"He" finally moved his lips, and made another silent mouth shape. Shen Jue couldn't distinguish it. He could only hear a gunshot, followed by a buzzing sound that filled his head——

Shen Jue felt that his ears should be in severe pain, but in fact he couldn't feel it at all.

Because in this dream, he and "him" bloomed a blood flower on this devastated land.

Shen Jue once again fell into the dreamland.

……

Shen Jue felt that he had spent quite a long time in the dreamland, experiencing the number of deaths that he couldn't even count.

He was even "dead" to the point of numbness, but he tried strangely to distinguish what the "he" in the dream said silently at the end every time.

It seems to be two words.

Shen never understood why "he" in the dream committed suicide, but apart from the completely different dream for the first time, almost every subsequent dream was linked to the flames of war.

If it's not sand, it's ruins, if it's not gunshots, it's crying, if it's not flames, it's blood stains...

Shen Jue experienced all the suppressed negative emotions in this lengthy dream.

These things formed the fuse and the fire, and easily ignited his first barrel.

When he was completely struggling out of the dream, Shen Jue looked at the still unfamiliar ceiling and the complicated crystal chandelier, not knowing where he was for a moment.

It was the last bit of Lulus's unique breath remaining on the pillow that fished him out of the deep sea.

Only then did Shen Jue realize that he had escaped from the dream.

It's just that the desperate cry seemed to be still in his ears, like tarsal maggots, following him out of the dream, entangled him tightly.

As if it was not enough to kill the "he" in the dream, I had to force him to death.

Shen Jue moved his lips, and silently called a person's name, but he knew that he would not appear, because he didn't even know who the other person was, he was just looking for him.

Shen Jue sat up, wrapped himself in the quilt and hugged himself.

Even though the thermostat controlled the temperature of the room just right, he felt like he was in an ice cellar.

The whole body is so cold that there is no trace of temperature, and I can't feel a trace of temperature.

One minute later, Lules walked in without knocking on the door: "Shen Jue?"

He called him, walked to him and looked at him: "what's the matter?"

Shen Jue's entire head was buried between his knees, and his long hair fell on the bed, forming a fragile barrier to isolate Shen Jue from the outside world.

Shen Jue didn't say a word, and he didn't know whether he heard Lulusi's words or not.

Lululusi's face was a bit gloomy. He sat down on the edge of the bed, picked up his hair without hesitation, and held it with one hand, easily breaking the barrier. Pinch Shen Jue's wrist.

His jeweled eyes were terribly cold, as if he was about to start a killing spree in the next second, but his tone was gentle, even a little persuasive: "Did you have a nightmare?"

Shen Jue was scalded by the temperature of his palm, and finally had some reaction.

He raised his head and asked softly, "Your Majesty, can you... hug me?"

This is actually a very simple request. With the 99% favorability on the top of Lules' head, let alone a simple hug, even if it is a hug with other meanings, he will nod without hesitation.

So when Shen Jue's voice fell, Lulus pulled him into his arms.

Shen Jue was very light, Lulus easily placed him on his lap, and even pressed his head to his neck so that he was completely buried in his arms.

Shen Jue let him move, obediently like a frightened kitten, but when he was completely enveloped by Lules' body temperature and breath, he took the initiative to wrap his arms around Lules' neck.

As if confirming something, Shen Jue's forehead was pressed against his shoulder through the shirt, and the tip of his nose was also pressed against his heart, Lulus could clearly feel that this man sniffed like a puppy.

Lulus didn't speak, but hugged him a little harder.

It was the kind of strength that wished to crush Shen Jue and stuff it into his own bones.

But this time, Shen Jue didn't feel overwhelmed and suffocated. Instead, he seemed to have gained a greater sense of security. His originally tense body relaxed a little bit, and even his body temperature began to rise.

Shen Jue finally found the truth.

He can still hold Lulus, he is not dead yet.

Those are just dreams.

"...Mmm." Shen Jue replied to Lules after his heart fell to the ground: "I had a not-so-good nightmare."

Lulusi caressed his hair, but his eyes were cold and terrifying, but his voice was as gentle as ever: "Huh? Tell me."

Shen Jue thought for a while: "Forget it. It's just a nightmare, if you don't talk about it, forget it."

Although he felt that he probably would not forget that feeling.

Lulus didn't follow up to ask, but just ran down his long hair one after another.

Shen Jue asked again: "Your Majesty, my box..."

"Is it better now?" Lulus interrupted him: "Are you still scared?"

In fact, Shen Jue wasn't afraid, he just couldn't express that feeling.

He was a person who once thought about committing suicide by sending his head if he couldn't reach an agreement with the system, so he wasn't that afraid of death.

- "No."

"You let me find the real feeling, just because I thought I was dreaming."

Shen Jue raised his head to look at Lulus, raised the corners of his mouth slightly, and directly bumped into Lules's pair of gemstone eyes like the deep sea.

Lulu held the back of his head and planted a light kiss on his lips.

For some reason, he suddenly closed his eyes and pressed his lips, and asked nonsensically: "Shen Jue, you won't leave me, will you?"

Shen Jue looked at Lules' long eyelashes, and thought that he, like Lules, must have bumped into something.

Because at this moment, a thought popped into his mind.

The "he" in the dream seemed to be saying goodbye to Lulus every time.

The author has something to say: My friend said: You are not a cookie, this is a fucking mystery essay...

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