Chapter 39 Dreaming

That night, Lin Xiao returned to the inn room and put away the two rings and the black tiger token. Lin Xiao lay back on his back to **, stretched his tired muscles and bones, and then fell asleep.

This night, Lin Xiao had a strange dream, saying that it was strange, because this dream actually reflected what he had experienced when he was young, as if the original scene reappeared, very realistic.

This dream began on a snowy night.

In the cold winter, ice and snow fall from the sky.

Late at night, goose-like snowflakes fell on the eaves, walls, and empty streets, dyeing an unknown small town white.

In such a season, every family has already turned off the lights and went to bed to rest, and only a trace of dark red after the fire in the house was lit is reflected on the window paper, adding a trace of warmth to this dark cold night.

This nameless town is well arranged. Countless alleys of different sizes divide the town into square areas. At this moment, the snow in the big alleys has reached the ankles of adult men, and the cold snowflakes reflect the cold moonlight and emit a faint light.

However, in an alley that should have been empty, a ragged teenager appeared.

The teenager also walked forward in the flying snow, stepping on the frozen snow. The snow sapped into the teenager's tattered cloth shoes, cold and piercing. But the teenager didn't feel it and just walked forward blankly. His body has long been numb from the cold, and he can no longer feel any chill.

At the age of a teenager, his clothes are very ragged, his face is full of oil, his fluffy hair is messy like a bird's nest, and he is a little beggar. Only his clear and bright eyes made him show some difference from other beggars.

Because of avoiding the disaster of war, the little beggar wandered around. In order to make a living, he usually worked with a group of beggars in this town who specialize in stealing and abducting. Not long ago, he offended the boss of the beggar gang because he hid a few copper coins from the street, was severely beaten by his companions in the town and kicked him out of the beggar's nest.

Outside in the ice and snow, the little beggar who was driven out was injured and trembled. The instinct of survival prompted him to knock on the door of the city residents again and again, begging for a place to live, but was repeatedly bombarded out by the ruthless residents.

In this cold snow, the little beggar was scarred and looked around for a place to live. The only thing waiting for this little beggar is death. The little beggar himself also knew this. Thinking that his short life was about to end, his clear eyes were also a little dim.

But the little beggar didn't want to die, or it should be said that he didn't want to wait to die, so he tried his best to walk in the snow, moving his body and let his blood continue to run. He did not dare to let himself stay. Although his body was already numb, he still relied on a strong willpower to support himself to go down numbly.

But no matter how tenacious life is, it is also fragile in the face of cruel nature. Finally, the little beggar could no longer walk and curled up in the corner of the alley, and the cold outside the body eroded the already exhausted vitality in his body little by little. His tattered and thin coat was blown open by the cold wind, revealing a rag wrapped around his upper body. Under the rags were shocking wounds that were injured and then frozen, and blood oozed out to dye the cloth red. The beautiful face of the little beggar swelled because of the cold, and from time to time oozed a trace of purulence.

But his eyes are still clear. He looked up at the clear night sky in the alley and the boundless snowflakes falling over the alley. The snowflakes reflected a gorgeous outline in his pupils, but made him vaguely remind him of the word withering.

Will your life gradually disappear like that snowflake?

"Finally, can't you survive?" He laughed in a hoarse voice that he couldn't even distinguish, "That's good. If you die, you don't have to live so hard."

It is said that when people are on the verge of death, they will recall their lives. The deepest memory of the little beggar was the fire that ignited the whole village by the soldiers when he was six years old. The determined eyes of parents before they were on the verge of death, and the miserable life of continuous wandering. It seems that since the year when his village was destroyed by the soldiers, his young self has been living in exile.

Wearing a shabby clothes, wandering and begging between the city, curling up in the alleys to sleep, and working with those rogue dogs all day long. Sometimes when you are hungry for several days to get something you can barely eat, you will be driven away and scolded all day long, and many wounds will be added to your body every once in a while...

Thinking of this, the little beggar's eyelids were so heavy that they could no longer open. The snow in front of him gradually disappeared, and the darkness surged in, which was boundless darkness.

Suddenly, there was a loud cry in my ear, which was the crazy roar of countless men, like a group of crazy beasts calling--

"Catch her!"

"Don't let this woman run away!"

"This woman is good-looking!"

He subconsciously stretched out his hand, but touched a woman's cheek, which was warm and smooth. It was a woman's face. He tried to widen his eyes and looked at the woman's kind and kind face. The woman was dressed in linen, and her soft and slender right hand was lovingly smoothing his hair.

"Those beasts chased after them."

"Don't be afraid. You used to hide in it and don't let your father find your tree hole. Those beasts can't find you. I'll lead them away."

"I'm sorry! Last time I bet with you that the old hen would lay six eggs, I don't believe it. Later, you really won. I promised to take you to the fireworks show, but unfortunately I will break my promise. I really want to see it again. Sparks rise, red, orange, yellow and green, stirring up thousands of colorful scenes. That's the most beautiful thing in the world..."

"I'm leaving. Don't worry, those beasts can't catch your mother. Remember the trap of the beast in the mountain? I'm going to take them there and let them go to hell with me!"

"Mom is going to accompany your father. You should be fine alone."

"Promise me to live well..."

Darkness comes again.

He suddenly opened his eyes, and the snow had stopped, and his lower body was buried in the snow. Still can't die, the woman's voice sounded in his heart. It was his mother. She would rather die by herself than live.

I want to live! He struggled to get up, but his body was not at his command. He struggled for a long time, but still couldn't get up again. The heat in his heart gradually dissipated, and the coldness was about to devour his whole body, and death had quietly came.

"Mom, mother! I'm sorry, I didn't live, I'm really sorry..." He muttered desperately, and a tear slipped down from the corner of his eyes.

The little beggar was Lin Xiao when he was a child.

He knew that he was Lin Xiao, but he still couldn't change the predicament in front of him. At this moment, the illusion and reality were intertwined in the dream. Lin Xiao was a little unwilling and doubtful. Obviously, he had survived by his own strength and had the ability to protect himself, but in the end, he returned to a distance and still I was alone in this heavy snow and couldn't save my life.

Is it true that your 18 years are just a dream? I was about to die, so I had a dream that I had experienced for such a long time. Now that I woke up, I am still a dying teenager. Everything I experienced in my dream is just illusory.

What exactly is a dream and what is reality?

At this moment, Lin Xiao turned his head and saw a yellow light flashing in the distance in the snow. He tried to open his eyes and faintly saw a figure holding the yellow light, which was about to disappear from his sight.

A violent roar suddenly sounded in the originally quiet alley-

"Help me! Help me! I don't want to die, but I can't die yet! Please!!"

With the last roar, two lines of tears flowed from the corners of Xiaolin's eyes. He didn't know where his strength came from to make such a heartbreaking cry, but he could no longer shout a second sentence at this moment. He could only stare at the sky with a remnant moon, waiting for rescue, or death.