Ten diligent days: the fields are still

Qi Rong was shocked by Yuan Lai's decision. Why would Yuan Lai, who has always been a Buddhist, go into danger for someone who has nothing to do with him?

Even if you like it, there's no need to go to this extent, right?

He held Yuan Lai's hand and said nothing, but his opposition was obvious.

"I can't go to the land of dreams."

Yuan Lai heard the concern and reminder in Qi Rong's tone. She held Qi Rong's hand and said, "I've never had any ideas. Now I finally have something I want to do. You should be happy for me. As for not having you by my side, it is indeed a problem."

She switched her gaze between the two of them, mustering up the courage to say, "But it doesn't matter. It's good enough that I can save you and the author. Just wait for me to come back."

Peace of mind is easier said than done. Ever since Yuan Lai decided to follow him to the Land of Dreams, Qi Rong couldn't eat or sleep. He stared at his phone absent-mindedly on the set, video chatting with Xiao Fei to confirm what he wanted to buy.

After thinking about it, he felt annoyed. "It's useless to buy it. I can't bring anything into the dreamland."

On the other end of the video, Xiao Fei put down his sword and walked out of the antique shop. The owner shouted from behind, "I've spent all my money. You've been looking at it for a long time, and you're not going to buy it? This is a bronze sword from the Warring States Period!"

"Mr. Qi, I think if you want to give Miss Yuan a gift, you might as well give her a stuffed toy. I think she likes it very much."

"Forget it, go back to work at the company. I'll contact you if there's anything." Qi Rong turned off the video and refreshed it many times, but there was no news from Yuan Lai.

Is she with Ren He now?

After Dun Dun finished filming his scenes, he took the script and went to drink water under the umbrella. The newly hired assistant took out a thermos cup and put it on the table, then stood behind Dun Dun.

Seeing Qi Rong's gloomy face, Dun Dun asked curiously, "Mr. Qi seems to be worried. The water in the cup has all flowed to the ground."

After being reminded, Qi Rong realized belatedly that the glass of water in his hand had somehow flowed onto his pants.

"Do you usually dream?"

Dun Dun didn't know why Qi Rong suddenly brought up this topic, so he answered truthfully, "Often."

"What about nightmares?" Qi Rong asked.

"Occasionally."

"Do you remember what happened and who you met in your dream?"

"I forget most of them as soon as I wake up, but there is also a very memorable scene that lingers in my mind." Dun Dun finished drinking the water, heard the director calling his name, and immediately stood up and left the parasol.

"But the forgotten dream shadow is looking for you. Yuan Lai, I'm afraid there are dangers everywhere when you go."

Qi Rong went to find Song Qiyuan, but the office was empty. He went to the hospital again and found Song Qiyuan and Yun'er who was sleeping soundly in the ward.

Lying on the hospital bed was a pale and exhausted woman. She was Fu Yunqing, the popular singer a few years ago.

She is also Song Qiyuan's wife and Yun'er's mother.

Qi Rong got straight to the point, "Yuan Lai is going to the land of dreams. Will they meet?"

Song Qiyuan paused slightly with the towel in his hand, then placed it on Fu Yunqing's face again and wiped it gently.

"How could a mortal like her go to the Land of Dreams? You've only been there once, and coming back is a life-threatening experience. You know how dangerous it is there. How could she come back if she went there? I doubt you're kidding."

Qi Rong sighed, "Really, Ren He has to take her in. And he also has to deal with Meng Ying's problem."

Song Qiyuan raised his eyes, a little surprised, "What happened? I've been in the hospital these days."

Qi Rong had no choice but to recount the events. Song Qiyuan listened and smiled knowingly. "This Ren He is really clever! He wants to banish Kah to his dreams. That way, he'll be completely free. As for Yuan Lai, she's probably tempted by Ren He's offer and doesn't understand the dangers of dreams. Talk to her carefully. It's best to make up a horror story. Little girls can't stand being scared."

After listening to Song Qiyuan's advice, Qi Rong did as he was told. He followed Yuan Lai and told no less than twenty horror stories about dreams. He talked until his mouth was dry, but Yuan Lai did not seem to waver at all.

Yuan Lai pulled out a miniature book from his pocket, removed the purple jade ring, and carefully took the bone flute containing the word spirit from the bookshelf. He handed it all to Qi Rong. "I know! But I still want to go. And Ren He has already set the time. We're going to the hospital at 11:30 tonight."

Qi Rong failed to stop them, but was still worried, so he secretly followed the two of them and sneaked into the hospital in the middle of the night.

Ren He sensed the presence behind him and wanted to secretly put his hand behind Yuan Lai, but was hit on the back of his hand by a small stone.

Ren He brought Yuan Lai to Wu Jiahe's ward. The brainwave detector at the bedside was still working non-stop, and the various values ​​were changing slightly.

"How do we get in?" Yuan Lai huddled behind Ren He and asked softly.

Ren He pointed to the instrument next to the patient and said, "Close your eyes and leave the rest to me."

It seems like these people like to ask people to close their eyes. Are they afraid that their skills or secret techniques will be learned by others?

Even though Yuan Lai complained, he still closed his eyes obediently.

The hissing sound of electricity and Qi Rong's voice came to my ears, "If you encounter danger, go to Fusheng Water Palace and find Meng Meiyi. She will help you."

The sound gradually faded away, leaving only silence. If it weren't for Ren He's hand, Yuan Lai would have felt that she was alone, and that feeling was terrible.

This time, there was no Qi Rong, no brothers, and only Ren He who looked unreliable. Yuan Lai's heart was in turmoil. She came here to save people and prayed to God not to make things difficult for her.

Ren He stopped, said "open your eyes", and then let go of Yuan Lai's hand.

When Yuan Lai opened his eyes, he saw an exaggerated dark blue gate standing in front of him.

It looked like two halves of a peeled walnut kernel, casually placed on the ground, crooked and slowly soaked by the dye on the ground, becoming what they saw now.

Ren He said to Yuan Lai, "Do you know Feihua Ling? We have to recite 100 poems about dreams in a row before this door will open."

What kind of rules are these? I have to study in my dreams?

"The author has the final say on her dream. You should memorize it quickly." Ren He urged.

No, who could think of a hundred poems about dreams at once? That's too many. But Yuan Lai racked his brains and recited a few poems he'd learned in school.

"Zhuangzi dreamed of butterflies in the morning, and King Wang placed his love on the cuckoo."

"Life is like a dream, one statue returns the moon in the river."

"Tender love is like water, good times are like dreams, and we can't bear to look at the Magpie Bridge on our way home. If our love lasts for a long time, how can we stay together day and night?"

"When I was drunk, I lit up the lamp and read the sword. I dreamed of the horn-blowing company. Eight hundred miles away, my subordinates were burning, fifty-stringed strings were sounding outside the Great Wall, and the troops were ordered in autumn on the battlefield."

"When you are drunk, you don't know that the sky is in the water, and the boat is full of clear dreams that overwhelm the stars."

After a long time of memorizing, she only managed to memorize a few dozen poems. How long would it take to memorize a hundred? Yuan Lai squatted down and tried to recall the books she usually read. It wasn't that she didn't want to memorize some poems, but her memory was fragmented and she couldn't remember them at all. However, if someone reminded her, she would definitely be able to continue with the next sentence.

"Forget it, it's still me who has to prepare in advance." Ren He stood in front of the door, took out a roll of toilet paper, opened it, and it was full of information he had searched on the Internet. Putting it together, he had written a hundred poems that filled the entire roll.