White Hedge Dream

Chapter 140 Calling

There are people coming and going on the street, and it is noisy and lively.

Mrs. Zhuang stood among them, tears streaming down her face: "Is she...sick again?"

The two women beside her burst into tears: "What's wrong with the child?"

Mrs. Zhuang sighed: "That child can't remember the way home or who he is."

The two women looked panicked: "What can we do? What can we do?"

Following the questions, Mrs. Zhuang seemed to panic: "Don't worry, don't worry, Feizi is here, Feizi-"

As she said this, she turned her head. She was no longer on the street, but in her home. There was a person lying on the bed. She could not see clearly, and her husband was standing beside the bed.

"Fei Zi—" Mrs. Zhuang grabbed his arm and asked urgently, "She can't wake up. What should I do? What should I do?"

Mr. Zhuang held his wife's hand: "Don't be afraid, I'll go find her."

As they spoke, the surroundings changed again. They were no longer in a home, but in a dense forest.

Mrs. Zhuang held Mr. Zhuang's arm, and Mr. Zhuang held a lamp in his hand.

The dense forest seemed to be shrouded in night or thick fog. No road could be seen, only high and low trees. Strange birds and beasts flashed through the forest from time to time, and their chirps were heard, making people shudder.

Mrs. Zhuang only felt that her footsteps were getting heavier and heavier, her feet were becoming more and more buoyant, and thick fog was coming from the dense forest, trying to engulf them.

Mr. Zhuang suddenly raised his hand high, and there was a bamboo pole in his hand, and in addition to the original lamp, there was another bamboo pole hanging on it.

Two lights flickered.

The incoming thick fog receded.

There were shadows among the trees, as if someone was standing among them.

Mrs. Zhuang only felt happy and couldn't help but go there, but the next moment a new thick fog emerged, covering her sight and trying to engulf the figures in the forest.

"Feizi—" she couldn't help shouting.

Mr. Zhuang's body shook, and there was another lamp on the bamboo pole, and the three lamps burned like fire.

Mr. Zhuang strode into the thick fog. The thick fog receded step by step, and the figures in the forest gradually became clearer.

This is a woman, she is standing with her head lowered, her long hair hanging to the ground, and she is dressed in gauze.

"Come, come -" Mr. Zhuang called, shaking the bamboo pole in his hand.

The lights flickered, like a spiritual snake, wrapping around the woman.

"Go, go -" Mr. Zhuang called again, and then slowly backed away.

The woman wrapped in lights like a snake was pulled forward, and the thick fog seemed to turn into countless hands, grabbing the woman who was walking forward. Her long hair was flying, and her gauze was instantly torn into pieces.

Is this the scene where Mr. Zhuang brought her back from the depths of the maze?

Zhuang Li stood beside Mrs. Zhuang and watched this scene.

Mr. Zhuang kept waving the bamboo pole. As he waved, the flames of the three lamps became intense, and his whole body also burned.

"wake up-"

With this shout, the woman with her head lowered raised her head.

Zhuang Li was stunned when he saw a face.

This face...isn't hers.

Moreover, she was not standing next to Mrs. Zhuang, but standing on the edge of the thick fog, in front of the woman entangled in the flames of the spirit snake. They were almost facing each other.

The thick fog spread its teeth around them, trying to swallow them up.

"Wake up quickly—"

With this shout, Zhuang Li watched as the woman entangled in the flames of the spirit snake was pulled violently and hit her.

Zhuang Li felt his body shaking, and heard Mrs. Zhuang's shout.

"...Mian'er, is Mian'er back?"

Who is Mian'er?

She opened her eyes suddenly, her vision was dim, and the figures were intertwined. She stood indoors and saw Mrs. Zhuang and Mr. Zhuang surrounding the people lying on the bed.

"Mien'er is back." Mr. Zhuang said, "But, she saw A Li, and she thought she was A Li—"

"Don't be afraid, don't be afraid." Mrs. Zhuang sat down and reached out to gently touch the face of the person on the bed. "She can be A Li first, and she can live for A Li."

What does it mean to live for A Li?

She is here, she is obviously alive, Mr. Zhuang saved her.

Zhuang Li felt his thoughts were in chaos.

"It's all my fault for being incompetent." Mr. Zhuang turned around with an expression of self-blame and grief, "I couldn't find Ah Li."

Mrs. Zhuang shook her head with tears in her eyes: "Perhaps for A Li, being with his father and family is what he wants most."

Mr. Zhuang twirled his beard and sighed, and Mrs. Zhuang raised her hands to wipe her tears.

Zhuang Li shook his head.

No, no, she is obviously alive.

She was obviously lying on the bed.

Why did they say they couldn't find her?

Zhuang Li walked to the bed and looked at the woman lying down.

The first thing that caught my eye was the white gauze dress, which was scattered in pieces, revealing her naked calves, with a string of rubies tied around her ankles.

Zhuang Li stiffened and slowly looked up at the woman's face.

The face was half unfamiliar and half my own.

The difference from the dream mirror was that at this moment, the unfamiliar half of the face opened its eyes, and the eyes were flowing, while the familiar half of her face was dull...

"Mian'er, you're awake." Mrs. Zhuang passed through her and leaned over to look at the half-faced woman, her eyes filled with joy, "That's great, Mian'er—"

Mian'er?

Mian'er...

Zhuang Li subconsciously held his face.

so…..

She looked at Mrs. Zhuang and murmured: "It turns out that I am not the greatest treasure in the world in your eyes..."

With these words, the surroundings twisted like a whirlpool, and everyone was sucked into it and dissipated instantly.

With a bang, Mrs. Zhuang turned over and fell out of bed.

I don’t know if the bump was severe, but Mrs. Zhuang fell on the ground, covered her face and cried.

The maid came over and looked at Mrs. Zhuang who was crying on the ground. She didn't panic or yell, but sighed.

"Madam, isn't this good?" she said, "Wouldn't it be better for people like me to live in this world? This is also Mr. Zhuang's choice. Don't you believe that what he sacrificed his life for is worth it?"

Mrs. Zhuang, who was covering her face and crying on the ground, suddenly smiled and raised her head: "That is just a personal choice. Everything in the world, every person, even a piece of grass, is the same. There is no difference, and there is no right or wrong. There is no distinction between beauty and ugliness, good and evil, nobility or inferiority, and whether it should exist or not is not judged by others.”

The servant woman was silent for a moment: "Madam, just take it as the general trend of the world. Life and death are natural. Please forgive me, madam."

After that, he turned around and walked out.

Mrs. Zhuang sat up from the ground and did not get into bed again. She leaned on the edge of the bed and looked at the dimly lit room.

There is life and death, and the way of heaven is natural.

Ah Li did not visit the dream through Jiang Yun, but still came through other people.

She recalled the remaining blurred dreams, and there were eyes looking at her from nowhere on the noisy street. Although she was pulled into a new dream, in the end she violated this dream by asking who she was.

Once you ask yourself who you are, you don't know who you are, and you can only let others tell you who you are.

There still seems to be a lingering sound in my ears, "I'm not the treasure in your eyes..." before the dream ended.

Mrs. Zhuang's tears fell again.

Therefore, from then on she also lost her most precious treasure in the world.

…

…

The world was spinning, and Zhuang Li turned out of Mrs. Zhuang's dream, and out of the dream of the people sent to Dengzhou by Shangguan Yue. Falling back into her own dreams.

With her eyes open, she looked like dead leaves floating in the void, surrounded by boundless chaos.

Her eyes were blank.

It turns out she wasn't her.

She is someone else.

Countless lights and shadows seemed to appear in the chaotic vision.

She raised her hand, and as long as she touched it, she could catch these lights and shadows, open them, and see clearly who she was, where she came from, and her past—

But just as she reached out, she stopped and looked at the piece of incense in her hand.

Rough, unmodified, incense block.

She gave Shangguan Yue a piece of incense and also gave a piece of incense to the person Shangguan Yue sent to Dengzhou.

When he fell out of the dreamland, the incense was gone.

But Shangguan Yue's dream has not yet dissipated.

Her chaotic consciousness became clear, and the dream was not over yet—

As the thought flashed through, the body floating in the chaos suddenly sank, then spun again and fell to the ground with a thud.

Zhuang Li saw the familiar empty world and the familiar sleeping child. He turned over and lay on the ground, holding his head.

pain.

No, it's not pain either.

You can't feel pain in dreams.

Zhuang Li looked at his body, which seemed to be constantly changing, sometimes clear, sometimes illusory.

This is because her spirit is on the verge of collapse.

Several consecutive dreams make people confused.

She took a deep breath, trying to calm her thoughts and sort out these chaotic dreams.

According to her instructions, the people sent by Shangguan Yue were just to see Mrs. Zhuang from a distance, in their minds and hearts, and did nothing else.

Sure enough, this person saw Mrs. Zhuang and was very obedient. He just looked at her and did not come forward to contact her.

Counting the date, she saw Mrs. Zhuang's figure through this person's dream.

Then he successfully entered Mrs. Zhuang's dream.

Surprisingly, she saw Jiang Yun in Mrs. Zhuang's dream.

Only then did she remember that she had not seen Jiang Yun for a while before and after years ago. So it turned out that Zhou Jingyun sent him here?

Are you here specifically to stare at Mrs. Zhuang?

Whatever, it doesn't matter.

Then she pulled Mrs. Zhuang into her dream. It was good at first, but when she asked this unusual question, the dream collapsed, and she was pulled back to Mrs. Zhuang's dream, and then she saw Mr. Zhuang. A scene where a couple rescues themselves from a maze.

She didn't remember anything when she woke up.

After she woke up, she didn't remember how Mr. Zhuang woke her up. She only knew that from that time on, Mr. Zhuang's body was exhausted.

And she was lethargic, and it took her more than half a year to recover.

recover…..

Zhuang Li was stunned for a moment. It turned out that it was not her who had recovered, but that... Mian'er?

Who is Mian'er?

Is she Mian'er?

Isn't she Baili?

Why is she not Baili anymore?

Her body was scattered, as if being pulled to pieces by invisible forces.

Can't think about it anymore.

Zhuang Li got up and threw himself at the sleeping child. With the world spinning, he fell again, layer by layer until he touched the ground again.

"Li Yu, Li Yu." She crawled over and grabbed the sleeping child and shook it, "Wake up quickly."

The child was shaken awake and looked at her with blank eyes. He flattened his mouth and seemed to want to cry, but Zhuang Li was one step faster than him and tears fell from his eyes.

"I want to see your grandma's mirror." She choked and said, "Let me see your grandma's mirror—"

She didn't know why she was crying.

She has never cried much since she was a child.

Maybe it was because I had a mental breakdown. I was faced with a stupid child, and I could vent my fear, panic, and sadness unscrupulously.

The child stared blankly at the crying face in front of him and put back his tears.

"My mother-in-law..." he murmured again, "Mirror?"

Zhuang Li nodded with tears in his eyes: "Yes, that one, the most beautiful thing in the world, the mirror."

Probably because he heard being praised as the best in the world, the child grinned: "The best-looking mirror in the world!"

Accompanied by his voice, a dressing table mirror appeared in front of Zhuang Li. It was a larger and more gorgeous mirror than before.

The mirror is studded with pearls and gems, sparkling.

Zhuang Li couldn't help but laugh.

For children, all sparkling gems are the most beautiful in the world.

She touched the child's head and said, "It's so beautiful."

The child shook his head to avoid her hand, and returned to his dull expression: "Don't be rude."

Zhuang Li laughed again, wiped away his tears, and looked back at the dream just now in this dreamless realm. If she really wasn't her -

Cry again then.

She took a deep breath and looked in the mirror.

Although this is not the first time I have seen it, I still have to muster up some courage every time I see this double-faced face.

Especially this time.

Her eyes blinked in the mirror, while Qiu Shui's eyes on the other side were dull and motionless.

Fortunately, it wasn't the other way around like what I saw in Mrs. Zhuang's dream just now.

At least it shows that the soul that really exists now is still hers.

Yes, that's right, she is still her.

She believes in her own dreams more than other people's dreams.

Zhuang Li looked at his own eyes in the mirror, and there were whirlpools in his eyes. The vortex grew bigger and bigger, covering the entire mirror surface, and there were figures tumbling in the mirror.

"Feizi—" Mrs. Zhuang shouted tremblingly, grabbing Mr. Zhuang's arm, "She can't wake up. What should I do? What should I do?"

Mr. Zhuang held up a lamp.

The dim light seen in the mirror at this time had a long wick, and the wick extended from Mr. Zhuang's arm to his heart.

The burning wick is not the dim yellow seen in the previous dream, but bright red.

Zhuang Li couldn't help but put his hand to his heart. It turned out that this was how his husband burned his heart to find her.

The dense forest and thick fog were illuminated and dispersed by the burning soul lamp, and reflected the gems around the mirror, making them sparkle more and more.

Zhuang Li looked at the figures gradually appearing in the thick fog.

"Fei Zi—" Mrs. Zhuang shouted happily.

Rushing out from the darkness on the side, it seemed to be rushing towards the figure.

The soul lamp illuminated her face.

The mirror flickered and Zhuang Li froze. That was not Mrs. Zhuang!

That's a strange man!

It turned out that the person supporting Mr. Zhuang was not Mrs. Zhuang!