A gentleman riding a red dust smile

When Song Lingshuang woke up, he felt only darkness around him, and the pain in his body disappeared completely.He thought in a trance that he finally went down to the underworld, and when he got up, he realized that he was in a wilderness hill, and the surroundings looked familiar, but he couldn't remember where it was.

The night was shrouded, and Song Lingshuang could even feel the coldness of the air.He thought to himself, is the underworld so deserted now?

But before he had time to think about it, he heard someone calling his name not far away.He turned his head and saw the familiar white figure.

Too bad, A Jue died too?

He hurriedly ran towards the voice, and promised while running, "A Jue, I'm here!"

It was only when he got closer that he could see clearly that that person was indeed Changsun Jue, but not the current Changsun Jue.

The fourteen or fifteen-year-old boy was dressed in white, his forehead hair was already wet with sweat in the cold night, his slightly immature outline was exactly the same as in memory, but the expression on the boy's face was extremely strange.

Song Lingshuang had never seen Changsun Jue look so anxious, even panicked.His handsome face looked extremely pale under the moonlight.

His voice was hoarse, but he shouted tirelessly into the darkness again and again, "Song Ye! Song Ye!"

"A Jue, I'm here!" The person was beside him, but no matter how Song Lingshuang waved or shouted, he couldn't attract the other person's attention.The boy still shouted his name hoarsely as before, frantically looking for his trace.

Song Lingshuang stretched out his hand to grab him, but it was empty.His hand passed through the opponent's body, and Chang Sun Jue didn't notice it at all.

Song Lingshuang was stunned.The once bright and cold eyes in front of him were full of panic and anxiety, as well as desperately suppressed despair, which made Song Lingshuang's heart ache.

He didn't know why this happened, so he could only helplessly yell again, "Ah Jue!"

Changsun Jue still couldn't hear his voice, and anxiously called the name of the person he was looking for, even passed through Song Lingshuang, went behind him, and continued to search alone in this barren mountain.

Song Lingshuang suddenly remembered where it was.

On the night when he was most helpless in his life, he escaped from Qingyan Mountain, covered in blood, walked awkwardly and staggeringly for several days and nights, and walked through countless barren mountains like this... Finally, Changsun Jue found him, Carried him back to Luhuadang.

He looked at Changsun Jue's receding back, a little unbelievable.

This is, that night?Could it be that he died and his soul returned to that time.

Or, is he dreaming?Or, a fantasy?

No, not right.The scenery here is too detailed. As far as he knows, no one in Chizhou can construct such a realistic illusion.

If it was his dream, although he vaguely remembered that he had walked such a mountain road, but at that time his body and mind were traumatized and his consciousness was not clear, so how could he have such a clear impression of his surroundings?What's more, generally speaking, the moment you realize that you are dreaming, you should wake up from the dream.

Could it be that he really turned into a ghost and traveled through time and space?This is too unbelievable!

He couldn't touch Changsun Jue, couldn't talk to him, so he could only follow him all the way.

He watched the 14-year-old grandson Jue dragging his tired body, calling his name all over the mountains and plains, never letting go of every bush.The more he looked at it, the more his heart ached.

But the desperate young man didn't know how to give up, immersed in the fear and pain that he couldn't find, and dragged his heavy steps across one barren mountain after another.It can be seen from his slightly clumsy and gradually slowing down that his physical strength has long been exhausted.

After an unknown amount of time, Changsun Jue suddenly stopped, and then rushed towards a bush.

Song Lingshuang seemed to see hope suddenly. Is Changsun Jue going to find Song Ye at that time?

He went with Changsun Jue.

The one lying among the bushes was indeed the young self.

At that time, Song Ye was covered in blood and was extremely dirty.Changsun Jue picked him up without hesitation, and his first move was to probe his breath, and then he used spiritual power to probe his pulse.

Song Lingshuang saw the tense and painful expression on Changsun Jue's face. Knowing that he couldn't hear what he said, she couldn't help comforting her, "A Jue, don't worry, he's not dead yet."

But the next moment, seeing the only remaining blood on Changsun Jue's face faded and his trembling hands, he was stunned.

Changsun Jue hugged Song Ye and let out a heart-piercing wail.

Song Lingshuang looked at the scene in front of him in astonishment.

do you died?how come!

With Changsun Jue's roar, everything around him began to shake, and the world seemed to be breaking apart.

Song Lingshuang finally understood——

This is not the past, nor is it an illusion...

It is Chang Sun Jue's dream!

He didn't know why he entered Changsun Jue's dream, and he didn't know why he could clearly have his own consciousness in other people's dreams... Maybe it was because the five senses of the two resonated during the blood exchange, and his spiritual power was running in Changsun Jue's heart for a long time And it caused a spiritual resonance, or something else, but he didn't care at the moment.

This is Changsun Jue's dream.In reality, Changsun Jue found his surviving self, and brought him back to Luhuadang.But in the dream, he died.

Song Lingshuang looked at the mournful and trembling young man in white.

"Ah Jue..."

He suddenly understood.That night was not only the most frightening and painful moment in his heart, but also the most painful moment for Changsun Jue.So many years later, all this is still vivid in his mind, disturbing his mind and becoming his nightmare.

"Song Ye! You liar! Didn't you say you would come back? You liar!"

In the dream, the grandson Jue cried so demeanor that Song Lingshuang's heart was about to break.He could only hang his hand powerlessly, even if he couldn't touch it, he still wanted to wipe away the tears on that cheek.

"A Jue, I'm not dead. I'm here, don't cry."

The boy's grief tore up the dream, and the sky collapsed and the earth fell and darkness shrouded, leaving Song Lingshuang alone.

Before long, he felt his body levitate.There was a little light around, and Song Lingshuang found himself in the water. His perception seemed to become more sensitive, and the biting cold suddenly hit.

Song Lingshuang had no impression of this place at all, but quickly guessed where it was.

There is no sky above, no darkness below, and it will still appear in Changsun Juemeng.

This is the cold pool under the moat of reincarnation.

Ai Zixuan said that after Changsun Jue repelled Fahrenheit with a thunderbolt, he jumped into the cold pool with all his injuries to find his whereabouts, and because of this, his cold disease relapsed.

What Ai Zixuan didn't know was that at that time, Changsun Jue was not only injured on Wanguiya and the reincarnation moat, but also lost half of the impact he received when he fell down the reincarnation moat, and his heart was damaged.

For a person like him who is afraid of water, how desperate is he to jump into such a bottomless cold pool regardless of everything?

Song Lingshuang searched around in the darkness, and finally found a white shadow in the distance.

Changsun Jue was bound hands and feet by huge iron chains that came from nowhere.He was motionless, his eyes were closed, and he was lifeless.

Song Lingshuang knew that this was just a dream, but she still got upset.

Without any hope, he reached out to touch Chang Sun Jue's face.But to his surprise, this time, he met.Before he had time to be happy, strong emotions spread from his fingertips to his mind, and unspeakable sadness and anger came overwhelmingly, making him almost out of breath.

"Song Ye, where are you?"

"How can you! How dare you! Why do you leave me alone?"

"Song Ye, get out!"

"Would you rather die than avoid me?"

"Where are you?"

"I won't force you anymore, come back, okay?"

"Please, come back quickly, where are you..."

Song Lingshuang knew that the grief and despair surging in his heart at this moment were not his own emotions, but Changsun Jue's.

He imagined what Changsun Jue would look like after knowing the news of his death.He also knew he would be sad.But he didn't know that he had dug out such a big bloody hole in his heart, so that he had been imprisoning himself in the depths of this dark, cold pool.

How self-righteous he is, on the reincarnation, if he says he will die, he will die.How hard-hearted he is, after waking up, he won't go back if he can't go back.

Song Lingshuang, you deserve to die!

Changsun Jue said before that he is not afraid of water anymore.He said it so calmly.

Yes, for countless nights, he stayed in this cold pool in this dream for so many hours, enduring loneliness and cold unimaginable for ordinary people.Compared with here, what is so terrible about those creeks and rivers?

Song Lingshuang only felt that his eye sockets were hot, his eyes were sore, and invisible tears melted into the endless cold pool.He couldn't help pulling the man into his arms.

He didn't know if he could hear it, but he wanted to tell him, "A Jue, from now on, I will never leave again."

The sleeping person frowned slightly imperceptibly.

Song Lingshuang heard a familiar voice, "Who are you?"

Song Lingshuang let go of his hand in surprise, and found that Changsun Jue was looking at him expressionlessly, as if looking at a stranger.But this is the first time Song Lingshuang has received a response from Changsun Jue in the dream.

He hugged him excitedly, "A Jue, you're awake! It's dark and cold here, come back with me, okay?"

Changsun Jue remained indifferent.

He said calmly, "I can't go."

Song Lingshuang: "Why?"

Changsun Jue: "I have to find him."

Song Lingshuang: "Who are you looking for?"

Chang Sun Jue: "Song Ye."

Song Lingshuang: "I am Song Ye."

Changsun Jue: "You are not. Song Ye is gone."

Song Lingshuang's throat was blocked.

After a while, he said, "Ah Jue, Song Ye is here, and he will never leave you again."

Changsun Jue: "How do you know?"

Song Lingshuang looked at him with sincerity in his eyes, "Because he worshiped the heaven and the earth with you, and promised you this life in front of the ancestors, and promised you that no matter the sorrow, happiness, or misfortune, life or death will never leave you."

For the first time, there was emotion in Changsun Jue's eyes, which was a kind of doubt.

Song Lingshuang continued: "He said he wanted to be happy with you and worry about your worries, do you remember?"

The doubt in Changsun Jue's eyes turned to confusion, and there was a trace of clarity in the confusion, as if he wanted to break through the fog but had not yet found his way.

Song Lingshuang didn't give him another chance, and went forward.

Many years ago, there were also two people at the bottom of the water.

In the cold pool, ice meets fire, so the winter snow turns into spring water and flows into the heart.

Something breaks out of the chaos.

All the hustle and bustle in Song Lingshuang's mind fell silent, and the heart-piercing pain disappeared without a trace, followed by lights that lit up everywhere.He suddenly felt a powerful force bounce him away, and his mind was shaken violently.

He opened his eyes and found himself lying on the bed.

He woke up.

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This article has been written from the perspective of Brother Song, and occasionally let Wuli Song Lao Yao see A Jue's inner world~