Ten diligent days: the fields are still

"Do you know why I became a Qingyuan Master?" Su Deyi's voice was hoarse and his face was tired, as if all the vicissitudes of the years had been released overnight, mixed with a sad accusation.

"That's because someone suddenly had a brain cramp and said he had to go protect the person he was supposed to protect, and then he never came back. Song Qiyuan had no choice but to let me take over this position temporarily. Do you know how many years this took? The person you protected finally had a good outcome, but the person I protected had a bumpy road and suffered hardships."

Su Deyi's words are meaningful.

Could it be her? Her reading comprehension skills were pretty good. If that were the case, wouldn't that mean she was the previous Purifier? And Su Deyi was taking over her job?

This was so bizarre that she couldn't believe that such a thing could happen.

"Maybe you want to see a clear dream." Meng Meiyi's voice was unusually gentle.

"Can I go to other people's dreams in my dream?" Yuan Lai asked in surprise. She had only heard of dreams within dreams, but that was also her own dream within a dream. How could she possibly run from her own dream to someone else's dream?

"I can't do it, but the Lord of Dreams can definitely do it." Su Deyi looked at her with expectation in his eyes.

Meng Meiyi smiled as she opened the throne in the center of the hall. That was where Mengyun Manor was located. She and Ren He had been there before, wandering around, searching for Wu Jiahe's lost soul.

She will never forget the scene of Wu Jiahe struggling to write, with papers floating on the deep blue sea.

Qingtian never left Houdoumen. Perhaps, in her dreams, everything was about Houdoumen.

After a moment of silence, Yuan Lai said it would be nice to take a look.

Mengyun Manor was still full of strange and bizarre things, even more complex than when I'd been there before. Various dreams intertwined and overlapped, yet strangely maintained their own independence.

Su Deyi followed them silently. At a corner, he suddenly turned around and said, "I should go find the person I'm looking for."

Meng Mengyi smiled faintly, not surprised at all. She casually pushed aside a piece of the pond blocking her way, revealing the scene behind.

Yuan Lai curiously stretched out his hand, wanting to touch the water in the pond, but was stopped by Meng Mengyi, "You can't touch it."

Well, she won’t touch it. She knows that curiosity kills the cat.

After walking for an unknown amount of time, a breeze gently blew across the water, and Metasequoia trees stood on both sides of the road.

Yes, it really was Houdoumen, and it was the Houdoumen in April. At that time, the countdown to separation officially began, and the distance between the brothers was slowly closing.

Unlike Wu Jiahe's stubbornness, Qingtian's dreams were remarkably simple. Every place she visited appeared in her dreams.

In the multi-purpose hall, ten beautiful wind chimes were hung from the ceiling. Yuan Lai stared at them curiously, "What is this?"

Meng Meiyi smiled and explained, "This was left here by Qingtian himself."

Yuan Lai was shocked. Qingtian had actually appeared in her dream?

When did it happen?

Meng Meiyi saw through Yuan Lai's thoughts and continued, "After seeing you for the last time, she begged Mo Xin to give her some more time."

The scene of the red spider lily burning in the snow quickly flashed through Yuan Lai's mind, and a complex emotion surged in his heart.

Meng Meiyi reached out and gently shook the wind chime, and the crisp sound echoed in the air.

Yuan Lai’s eyes went dark.

Then the spotlights on the stage came on, and a figure appeared in the center, holding a guitar. Jiang Dunhao's face was slightly round, but his voice was clear and melodious, like a flowing spring.

In the end, he was elected as the champion of the year with a total of more than 50,000 votes.

"Please invite both of you to step onto the stage of honor! Accept congratulations from Chinese people around the world!" The host's voice was drowned out by the audience's cheers.

At that time, Jiang Dunhao was just in his early twenties, in the prime of his life. Although the road ahead was bumpy, he never lost hope in his dream.

Qingtian sat under the seat and cheered for Jiang Dunhao with other audience members.

After the show ended, Jiang Dunhao said goodbye to the mentors. When he turned to leave, he accidentally bumped into Qingtian who was standing aside.

"sorry Sorry."

Qingtian looked up at him and called out his name accurately, "Congratulations on winning the championship. We will see you again in the future."

Jiang Dunhao was lost in thought as he watched Qingtian running away. He left in a hurry only after the staff reminded him.

Jingle Bell--

Regarding Lu Zhuo's dream, it was when he had just signed a contract with a new company and was wearing the special uniform for military training.

He sat there chatting happily with the person next to him, with a smile on his face.

Qingtian sat on the steps not far away, her eyes fixed on Luzhuo. She was about to get up and leave, but because she didn't pay attention to the steps under her feet, she accidentally rolled forward and fell heavily to the ground.

Yuan Lai wanted to help, but Meng Meiyi grabbed his arm.

When Luzhu heard the noise, he immediately looked for the source and saw Qingtian lying on the ground. He put down the water in his hand, ran over and helped Qingtian up.

"Are you okay? Are you hurt anywhere?" Lu Zhuo asked with concern, a hint of worry in his eyes.

Qingtian shook his head: "I'm fine, just a little painful."

Lu Zhuo supported Qingtian and walked to the medical room together, waiting patiently for the doctor to treat the wound.

He leaned against the doorway, suddenly feeling a little strange, and asked, "There are only young people in the company, whose child are you?"

Qingtian answered evasively: "My name is Qingtian."

Luzhuo looked up at the cloudless sky outside the window and said with a smile, "This name is really well chosen. It brings to mind a clear and cloudless sky."

Qingtian stood up from the stool, walked to the door, and said goodbye to Luzhuo: "We will see each other again in the future."

Opportunities cannot be sought, and life never treats hard work harshly.

Qingtian turned and left, leaving Luzhuo standing alone at the door, with an inexplicable feeling in his heart.

Jingle Bell--

Li Gengyun buried his head in a pile of exercise books, frowning, as if he was engaged in a fierce battle with these difficult problems.

A crisp knock on the door broke the silence in the room.

Li Gengyun stood up, walked to the door, and opened it. He looked down at the girl in front of him, a hint of doubt on his face: "Who are you?"

Seeing this, the classmate behind Qingtian quickly stepped forward to explain: "This is my sister."

Li Gengyun stepped aside to let them in. He tidied up the exercise books on the table to make room for them to put their things.

"I'm really throwing everything at the stake!" Li Gengyun sighed. "Tell me, why do I suddenly want to go into acting? Isn't the broadcasting department pretty good?"

The classmate smiled and replied, "Your face belongs on the screen! I absolutely support you!"

Qingtian also smiled and nodded, carefully cut the cake, handed a piece to Li Gengyun, and encouraged him, "Come on, you can do it!"

Li Gengyun took the cake, took a bite, and felt the sweet taste spread in his mouth. He said firmly, "Yes! I will never let down those who believe in me!"

After saying that, he sat back at the table, opened the exercise book, and continued to struggle with those complicated learning questions.

Make decisions that you are not willing to make, and work hard for them, and the rewards will never disappoint your expectations.

Qingtian and his classmates stood up and left. When Qingtian reached the door, he turned back and said to Li Gengyun, "We will definitely meet again in the future!"

Li Gengyun raised his head and responded with a smile: "Yeah."

Jingle Bell--

Li Hao appeared on stage at the campus singing competition, holding the microphone and showing off his singing voice.

Below the stage, Qingtian sat in the audience, his eyes fixed on Li Hao.

"Wow, that's a great song!" Qingtian said excitedly to the classmate next to him, a hint of pride in his voice, "I know him!"

The classmate looked at her curiously and said with a smile: "I know him too. He and I are in the same class."

Qingtian lowered his head and muttered softly: "That's different..."

After Li Hao's performance, he smiled, bowed and thanked the audience, then walked down from the side of the stage.

He saw a little girl sitting in his seat from a distance.

"Hey, where did this kid come from?"

The classmate smiled and continued, "She said she knew you!"

Li Hao squatted down and looked at Qingtian at eye level: "Little boy, where is your mother? Why are you here alone?"

Qingtian stood up from his seat and answered the question irrelevantly: "You sing really beautifully."

Li Hao touched her head and said, "Thank you. You have a very sharp hearing despite your young age."

The accidental coexistence of fear and confidence is the luck brought by courage.

Qingtian said to Li Hao: "We will meet again!"

After saying that, she circled away like a little bird, leaving Li Hao and his classmates with surprised looks on their faces.

Jingle Bell--

The fifth dream begins.

A small mountain village located in a remote area, even more remote than the current Xintang Village.

Zhao Yibo stood at the podium, writing with chalk, and the students below were staring at the blackboard intently.

The classroom door was suddenly pushed open, and a sweaty figure rushed in. It was Qingtian.

"Where have you been? Why are you late?" Zhao Yibo asked seriously.

Qingtian spoke without even having to type: "On the way here, I saw a child fall down, so I took her to the village doctor."

Zhao Yibo's expression became nervous. He took off the loudspeaker from his waist and asked, "Take me to see it!"

The mountain road was muddy after the rain. I walked a few steps on a sunny day and accidentally stepped into a puddle. The splashing water wet my trouser legs.

Zhao Yibo squatted down and carried Qingtian on his back.

Qingtian leaned on Zhao Yibo's warm back and asked softly, "Teacher, why are you so nice?"

Zhao Yibo smiled and replied, "I'm your teacher, so of course I have to be nice to you. If I don't treat you well, who will?"

The mountain road is rugged, but as long as you have a path in your heart, the road ahead will be smooth.

They went to the village doctor to check on the child and found that he was fine.

On the way back, Qingtian said, "Teacher, we will see each other again."

Zhao Yibo responded: "Well, I will definitely see you again."