818 The dead face control who slept with me

05-Thinking is far away

Daoist Jin had a dream, a long dream that seemed to never wake up. In the dream, the smile of the young man was like the sun hanging high in the morning, with the warmth of spring.The young man stretched out his hand to him, and he was so familiar with every stripe and road direction on his palm, as if he had traced it thousands of times in his heart.

He took a step forward, only one step, and a voice suddenly sounded in his mind, it was his own voice, with unprecedented sternness and coldness, "He is a demon!"

He met the gaze of the young man who was standing not far away and stretched out his hand to him. It was such a frank and clear gaze, revealing a bit of anticipation. Just looking at each other for a while, he took another step involuntarily. .The voice in my mind sounded again, still saying, "He is a devil!"

This time, he closed his eyes, thought for a moment, and then strode towards the direction where the other party was.When mutilated corpses flashed in his mind like a revolving lantern, his heart throbbed uncontrollably, as if a pair of invisible hands were tightly grabbing the heart and kneading it.

Red blood, gray face, broken limbs, six-year-old child bowed his head silently sobbing, crying one after another, as well as pairs of sad and tearful eyes and clenched fists under anger, snow-colored The banner cloth fluttered in the wind, and the bright red "Xuan" character was drawn with cinnabar on the apricot-colored flag.All kinds of scenes came and went in his mind again and again, the throbbing pain in his heart and the upsurge of sadness really didn't look like in a dream.

The young man's lips fluttered, as if he had said something, he only heard one word, the word "golden", and he couldn't hear the rest clearly.The outstretched hand of the young man was still in place, and the smile on his face was still there. He was not at all unhappy because of his hesitation, his hesitation, and his delay. He was patiently waiting for his arrival.

He shook his head, and after a few feet away, lowered his eyes, and did not take half a step forward.He didn't dare to look at the young man's face, maybe he would change his mind after just one glance, or maybe even if he looked at it countless times, his determination would still be firm, but he didn't dare to gamble.He didn't dare to bet on his own heart, he didn't dare to bet on the heart of the other party, and he didn't dare to bet on the distance and affection between him and him.

Heart and feelings are originally things that cannot be gambled. These two, at any time and under any circumstances, are more precious than all things in the world. They are priceless treasures that can be met but not sought after.Even a person like him deeply understands this simple truth. What he cherishes and values, no matter what it is, is immeasurably precious.

He heard himself say, "You..."

His voice trembled, and he felt inexplicable fear in his heart. He opened his lowered eyelids and looked at the other party without blinking.Just one word, because of this, entangled branches and tendrils were born, like tenderness like water, good times like dreams, and like a vicissitudes of life, youth and white heads, even he himself couldn't understand the true meaning of it.

The young man walked towards him slowly. If there is a big mountain, I will not be alone, so I will take the posture of a mountain, step by step, and walk towards him without hesitation.When he was in front of him, he gently hooked his fingers, and the smile on his clear eyes remained unchanged: "I'm waiting for you..."

oh you're waiting for me...

He savored these words carefully, what was waiting for him in this world was actually a demon, not a human.And what is he waiting for in this life?Obviously my heart is about to jump out of my chest, obviously my hooked hand doesn't want to let go, and I don't want to be let go, obviously when I'm being watched, my heart has already bloomed a wall full of flowers, obviously...

He is ready to commit his whole life to this demon.

However, the dream changed abruptly, and who was the person standing on the wedding hall holding the jade cup? He had exactly the same face as himself, and even his voice was exactly the same.The bright yellow silk fell to the ground, and the whole room was fighting with golden feathers intertwined. Some people fell to the ground and never got up again. When he raised his face, he saw the face of a young man appearing in front of his eyes.

This time, there was no longer a smile in the young man's eyes, those lacquered pupils seemed to be soaked with the frost and cold of thousands of years, heart-wrenching sadness, and unbelievable surprise.As he watched, his heart felt as if he had been hit hard, a bit of sweet smell rose in his throat, his upright body swayed, and he almost fell to the ground.

He saw the man with the same face as himself chasing after him, and he saw the door opened by the technique slam shut, and the young man had to leave at last, and he seemed to breathe a sigh of relief.He didn't know what kind of accident happened in front of him, whether it was his dream, or the reality of the past, or a harbinger of the future, only the shock and heartache really made him feel the same.

"I'm waiting for you..."

When he woke up from the dream, this sentence was still lingering in his mind. Together with the bits and pieces of the dream just now, it formed a huge unknown vortex, which almost pulled his mind into it.

A slight headache made him wake up slowly. He sat up, rubbed his eyebrows with his elbows and knees, and thought over and over again of the only sentence he heard clearly in the dream. The more he thought about it, the more painful his head became. As if it was about to explode.

He remembered that the young man's name was Qiye, and he also remembered that the young man was not a human, but a demon.This name, this golem has been in his heart from the very beginning. There are thousands of memories between them. He remembers every fragment, every node, and every scene, but he just remembers it. up.

As for the Xitang in the dream, that one-sided massacre was the first time he had dreamed of it, it was only in the dream and not in the memory, but it was real and frightened him, even terrified.He took a deep breath and forced himself to calm down. Suddenly, his hanging arm was lightly touched by a hard object.He looked sideways, but Dan was rubbing his fingers.

"I forgot about you." He said to himself, as if he was very sorry, he hugged the egg into his arms, and pressed his cheek against the cool eggshell, "Go to sleep a little longer, it's still early What about it?" As if to comfort her, she lay down again holding the egg.

Daoist Jin did not fall asleep, he closed his eyes and maintained a side-lying position, unable to fall back to sleep no matter what.It was destined to be a night of insomnia, but he didn't feel uncomfortable. Although his head still hurt, when Qiye in his memory stretched out his hand to him, all the discomfort disappeared.

Actually, I'm waiting for you...

-----to be continued-----