Chapter 6 Dream

Shangji City, Liang Family Courtyard.

The stars wrapped their robes and walked lazily in the house. The full moon hung high above their heads, and a large dark shadow fell on the bluestone ground. The night sky was clear, but few stars could not be seen.

When the night is extremely quiet, I can't sleep, so I run out to see the starry sky. The moon is bright and the stars are sparse. His name is Xingchen, but he can't see many stars.

As a son of a wealthy family, I always feel that I can't really be happy. During the day, he took Xiaowu and Liuzi with his two companions to go to the brothel to gamble and listen to music. He was surrounded by hypocritical guys with a flousy face. He smiled presumptuously, looked crazy, threw a lot of money in the attention of the crowd, and felt very comfortable. But at night, he was alone and inexplicably lost, almost different from the day.

The cold moonlight outlines the towering eaves of the Liang family's mansion, and the houses around them are black, but there is a little moonlight on the other side where he stands. He looks around, as if he is trapped in a prison, and he feels even more depressed.

For several months after coming to Shangji City, Liang's house was always unreacted. Except for the housekeeper and two companions, other servants rarely appeared. Even if they were accidentally bumped into, they looked serious and stiff, with a military killing.

And his sister Liang Yuexin is often not at home, and he is alone in the whole mansion? During the day, when I saw a person being killed, I panicked and wanted to talk to my sister. I was told that she was not at home and it would take a few days to return.

Dead and gloomy, this house is too cold.

Xingchen couldn't help shivering and trembling. It had nothing to do with the cold night. He had already found that he was not afraid of the cold at all. He just remembered the playhorse Laohuang, who was beheaded with a knife. The headless body fell to the ground with blood. The skull that could not close his eyes rolled down in front of him and looked at his eyes with no vitality. I couldn't help reaching out and stroking Junxiu's cheeks - at that time, there was a little blood stain on my face and burning.

The slender arms were held in front of his chest and slowly walked in the dark yard. Unconsciously, he came to the withered ghazi in front of the courtyard. By the cold moonlight, the withered branches and leaves in the courtyard were even more bleak.

What's the use of dead branches and leaves? It's better to dig and replace it with seasonal flowers. What's wrong with planting, but planting blue fengxins in this courtyard? Now that autumn has entered, this garden fengxin will bloom again, and we have to wait until the beginning of spring next year. It's just a yard of flowers. Why wait for it to sprout and bear fruit again? After digging and planting a new courtyard, how can there be so many sour and rotten literati moaning without illness in spring and autumn?

The children of rich families are cold-hearted and ignore the saying that plants and trees are spiritual. Even if there is hunger on the road, what does it have to do with him?

If you are used to seeing the big red and purple, how can the elegant vegetation enter his eyes?

Xingchen sneered at the corners of his mouth, poked out his feet, stepped on a rhinth, and crushed the withered stems with jade boots, crushed the soles of his feet, and the stem was broken. With his feet back, the stepped rhazi, which fell to the ground, slowly straightened the flower stem and stood up again, but it was even more dilapidated.

"Oh...?" The teenager snorted coldly and stepped on it again. The force was even more, and the soft sound of broken branches and leaves was as loud as firecrackers in the quiet night. Withdrawal of his feet, the branches and leaves that have suffered from ** are still slowly recovering, straighter and more difficult, but tenacious.

The prince's heart was obviously not so good. Seeing this, he looked disgusted and flew up. His tough boots kicked out the rhizophne, flew far away with the soil on the roots and fell down on the wall. This fengxin finally got his mind and did not get up again, but the fresh roots were shining brightly in the moonlight, and its vitality was far from being interrupted. If it was buried in the soil, it was difficult to guarantee that the spring breeze would not blow again.

The stars are a little boring - now those who have fallen are going to compete with a dilapidated plant?

Laughter.

The moon is bright and the stars are sparse, and the flowing clouds slowly float through the end of the moon. Shangji City is a city that never sleeps, but it is rare to stop so early tonight. The city is brightly lit, but it is a different silence. Is it possible that some big man wants to enter the city and have a curfew all over the city?

It has nothing to do with him if the big man wants to make trouble in the city. Are there still few bigwigs in Shangji City?

A person walked alone in the yard, wandering aimlessly when he couldn't sleep, surrounded by silence and empty space. But the more dead, the more uneasy it is, as if someone is hiding in the dark and quietly staring at him, watching him wandering boredly, and even seeing the poor plant that he was just angry.

He always wants to do something, but he doesn't know what to do. Even if he knows what he wants to do, does he still have the strength to toss around? I always feel that I live without a goal, and there is always endless money around me. The two companions can always think of ways to take him to the city to have fun. There is no burden or worry about - just like other people's captive pets.

Pets, as long as they find fun for themselves, people who look at him will also feel happy. Pets are living for their owners, never for themselves.

Yes, my current life is really no different from other people's pets... But who is their own owner? Who is qualified to be his master? As an arrogant dil, how can he be willing to be someone else's captive animal?

Xingchen smiled silently, full of absurd and ridiculous thoughts. He has a prominent background, and his family is in charge of half of the salt and iron river transportation in Fanyang. He is involved in all aspects of the empire. It is not impossible to say that he is extremely rich. It was just that his parents were too busy to take care of him and his sister in Shangji City. They had not seen his parents for several years, and they could not even remember what they looked like, but they promised to take him and his sister home as long as they were free and not busy. The stars are just waiting now.

It's just that some details of the past are not clear, such as the elders above their parents, such as the memories of their hometown, and before coming to Shangji City, don't you have a friend? The two inseparable companions also appeared abruptly, as if they had fallen asleep. The two guys frowned and said that they were called Xiaowu and Liuzi. In the future, they would be the young master's companions. They went through fire and water, inserted knives in both ribs, and did not hesitate to...

I always feel that my brain is in a mess, and I have a headache when I think about the past. Those memories of my life are very vague, like a thin and familiar announcement, which can be broken. But what do you remember? There is no way to know.

And often have some ridiculous dreams.

He dreamed that he was standing in a city shrouded in clouds. The whole city was like floating in the clouds, like a fairyland, surrounded by clouds and fog, and in the middle of the city stood a towering palace, which was very high, as if he stood at the top of the palace and reached out to pick the stars as he wished. With a bow and crossbow, even the immortals in the sky could shoot it. Come on. In his dream, he really wanted to go to the towering palace, where there seemed to be something calling him, waving to him, waiting for him to be rescued. In that palace, there was a man connected with his flesh and blood! But as soon as he stepped, he was full of figures wearing gold armor and gluttonous helmets. These figures held luxurious and sharp swords and raised them to themselves to cut off his neck and laugh at his face hidden under the golden veil...

He also dreamed that he was riding a tall barbarian war horse on the vast grassland in the far north, wearing bright silver lock armor, holding sharp swords, and leading countless barbarian warriors to fight. He ran wildly with the barbarian king, led the warriors to sweep the whole grassland, broke a lion flag and replaced it with a white wolf flag with teeth and claws. They drank barbarian wine by a clear and wide river, and brave warriors surrounded them and sang ancient barbarian songs loudly. In the distance, a girl in a snow-white fox jacket and a fiery pomegranate red horse skirt was looking at them softly and smiling. She had long black and beautiful hair, and a hairpin golden hairpin shining brightly in the sun. He stretched out his hand, as if he wanted to touch the girl's face from such a distance. But before he raised his hand, several dangerous arrows burst out of the girl's chest, and the dark red blood was stained with pure white fox's jacket. The girl fell down with blood from the corners of her mouth. He roared desperately, but the warriors around him just sang songs to celebrate the victory. No one paid attention to him. His roar just opened his mouth silently...

There is also a dream that he has become a general and has countless loyal generals and warriors. He takes the army all the way and insists on planting his military flag all over the world. I don't know how many people died all the way. He didn't care so much. He just rushed forward with the flag. The people around him died one by one. In the end, he was the only one left. Looking back, the corpses behind him were everywhere, and his flag fluttered in the sky. The flag fluttered in the wind, and the blood stained scarlet stacked scarlet, and there was a shocking word on the flag, and the iron-painting silver hook made a 'night'. The night flag covers the sky and the sun, and the whole world is covered with the battle flag with the word 'night' written like this. The ruins are broken and the corpses are everywhere, and he is just alone.

I don't know how many times such an absurd dream has appeared, and every time I wake up from the dream and sweat all over. He asked his two companions, and they both said that after dreaming, they quickly forgot what they dreamed of and could no longer remember. But his dream is real and terrible. He can even feel the cold handle of the knife sticking to the touch of the palm of his hand, the bluntness of the blade cutting into the meat, the pleasure of leading the warrior to rush to kill, even the bloody smell and rotten smell of the corpse are like real... It's too real to forget!

Sometimes I feel that what I dream of is much more real than my past memories... It's too real and ridiculous. What barbarian grassland warrior war horse, what city in the clouds, what night battle flag - what is not absurd and funny that something he has never seen before appears in his dream?

Thinking back on these dreams, Xingchen finally felt sleepy. He simply squatted down against the corner of the wall, curled up his legs, his arms held his knees, his beautiful cheeks rested on his arms, and his narrow eyes slowly closed, like a homeless poor beggar. The moonlight poured on him like an eternal rock.

The stars fell asleep and fell into an absurd dream again.

This time, he dreamed of a cold-faced woman, dressed in white, glued to a big net like a butterfly, unable to move - obviously imprisoned. She has a cold temperament, like a cold moon, and like a lonely snow line on the cold snowy mountains, with dazzling coral-red eyes like him. When she saw him, the woman smiled softly and happily, smiling weakly and happily. He trembled and walked forward and found that the big spider-like nets were clearly piercing into the woman's body, encroaching on the woman's blood, like hungry live snakes.

The feeling of flesh and blood connection was unprecedentedly strong. He wanted to reach out and touch the woman who made him feel kind with ice cooling and want to save her. But as soon as he stretched out his hand, the white robe instantly turned scarlet. The woman lowered her head, and her long black hair became scarlet, like a burning and jumping flame. When the woman raised her head again, the cold and snowy mountain-like soft face turned into an evil man's face. Her coral red eyes were as red as hot charcoal, and even the white of her eyes were blazing scarlet. The face cracked and opened its mouth and showed an evil and cruel smile to him. His lips and teeth were red and white, and the laughter was devious.

He screamed, but did not wake up, as if he had fallen into the abyss of dreams and fell into the most absurd and terrible nightmare. He just leaned against the wall and held his body tighter, and his closed eyes trembled slightly, flashing in the moonlight.

The sharp lips whispered softly,

"Mother--