Chapter 38: A Dream from the Past-
Song Weichen felt as if he had walked a long, long way in the dark.
Just when I felt extremely tired and about to collapse at any time, a door suddenly appeared in the completely dark space, with bright light inside. Without thinking, she opened the door and walked in, but was stunned when she saw the scenery inside the house.
"Hey, isn't this Wuqingju? Why am I here?" She looked at the room in front of her and thought to herself, very confused.
Looking carefully, Song Weichen felt something was wrong again. Although this place was very similar, it was not Wuqingju. She looked at the guqin in the center of the room and the bow that read "It has nothing to do with the wind and moon" on the table in front of the window. Posted with confusion on his face. Turning around and looking around, it was dark. She seemed to have no choice but to step into the room.
The moment he stepped into the room, Song Weichen felt dizzy. When he regained his composure, he seemed to be a different person, his eyes becoming calm and cold. At this time, a voice sounded outside the door.
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"Miss Sangpu, Mr. Mo is here to visit. He said that he made an appointment with you at Mr. Zhao's house. Can you see?" The boy asked through the door. I don't know when it was closed again.
She smiled faintly and said, "See you." She walked to the window table and put away the invitation. Orchid incense was burning in the incense burner in front of the window.
After a while, Mo Tingfeng came in. Today, he was wearing a sky blue dress embroidered with cloud patterns. With clear eyebrows and a majestic aura, who is not fond of such a man?
Mo Tingfeng looked at Sang Pu's room, "This girl's boudoir is very simple."
"In the eyes of a weak person like me, no matter how good things are, they will become boring after looking at them for a long time. Simply leave nothing behind, emptiness is color." Sang Pu sat calmly at the table making tea and handed a cup of tea to Mo Tingfeng.
Mo Tingfeng took the tea and drank it, "Girl, you are hinting, don't be too affectionate, otherwise one day, sex will be empty?"
She laughed, "I don't know how young master When the love is deeply rooted, Sang Pu's eyes are blind."
"From the moment I saw you walking away from me, standing on the porch and looking at the moon."
Sang Pu was startled, then returned to normal, and she gave him more tea.
“So your sentence ‘it has nothing to do with Fengyue’ is completely false.”
Mo Tingfeng admired the tea cup in his hand, put it down carefully and looked at Sang Pu.
"There is a saying, 'False words are obviously true, truth and falsehood are the same as falsehood'. The girl is full of talents, do you know the source?"
"From the Shurangama Sutra, the general idea is that Everything is false, only the true heart is true. Therefore, all things are true, and all things are true.”
Sang Pu looked at Mo Tingfeng with a half-smile but not a smile, "Young Master has found a good excuse for his romantic heart."
"I have sincerity and no need for excuses." Mo Tingfeng looked at her seriously. .
Sang Pu lowered his head to make tea, "There is a saying, 'If a man makes a promise lightly, he will be distrustful.' The young master is full of talent and wisdom, do you know the source?"
"You don't believe me?" he asked.
“What’s the difference between belief and disbelief? One day, everything will be empty.”
Mo Tingfeng looked at her quietly, "Sang Pu, your heart is like a fire, why do you have to watch the fire from the other side like this."
Sang Pu drank the tea in the cup, was quiet for a while, and looked at him, "I will take you You go for a walk in the courtyard."
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She led him slowly in the courtyard, pointing to a place in the middle, "That used to be the red silk room. I saw with my own eyes that man swearing that he would marry her, and she firmly believed that he would marry her, and then... Hongxiao jumped into the well with a big belly. And I saw that man hugging him in the yard a few days ago. Jinque is drinking."
She pointed to another place, "That's Cuiqiao's room. Cuiqiao is a widower like me. She was redeemed as a concubine by a rich man six months ago. Everyone. They were all very happy for her. But last month, she was sold back by the master and contracted an incurable disease.
After walking a few more steps, we entered a small courtyard, where could be faintly heard intermittent silly singing, "That's Oriole, a girl who looks like a hibiscus in clear water. She accidentally met a scholar. The two fell in love with each other, and she valued all her belongings." They all gave it to that scholar to take the meritorious examination. That person really didn’t disappoint her. It’s a pity that she came to this courtyard to listen to music and have fun after high school... The people in the audience didn’t recognize the old acquaintances on the stage.” >
She took him out of the yard and looked at Mo Tingfeng quietly, "You said sincerity is like fire. I grew up here and have seen the embers of all kinds of flames disappear into ashes, but I can't see sincerity."< br>
Mo Tingfeng was eager to confess, "Sang Pu...I am different from them."
Sang Pu raised his head, stared at him with bright eyes and asked seriously, "Why is it different? ”
However, Mo Tingfeng couldn’t answer.
She smiled, "But I'm just like them."
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Mo Tingfeng felt a deep sense of powerlessness. The woman in front of him was like a mirror, and the more he pursued it, the more he wanted it. To miss from your fingertips.
Sang Pu gave a gift, "Please come back, Mr. Mo. I agree to be the music director of the ceremony, and I don't need your sincerity."
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Song Weichen woke up, and his eyes rolled slightly under his closed eyelids.
At some point, she had been moved from the ten thousand-year-old jade bed to a soft couch. She felt that her body was much more relaxed, there was no burning tingling sensation in her chest, and her body temperature seemed to have recovered. It was normal, her body was no longer sore, but she was too lazy to open her eyes.
She was still thinking about the dream she had just had - she had had this dream many times before, but she didn't have a name in the dream at that time, and this time he called her Sang Pu. Sang Pu, isn't this the name Mo Tingfeng randomly gave himself when he was perfunctory with his boss at Wangyue Tower?
It is said that what you think about during the day is what you dream about at night, it is clearly what you think about every day and what you dream about at night!
Since the last time the man's face in the dream appeared to be Mo Tingfeng, this time he appeared and even changed his name in the dream by touching his nose and face.
Is it ridiculous to be bullied in a dream? ! Thinking of this, Song Weichen was a little angry. He pouted his mouth and let out a soft snort.
"You finally woke up." Mo Tingfeng's gentle voice came to his ears.
He has been guarding her every step of the way.
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When Song Weichen heard Mo Tingfeng’s voice, she closed her eyes tighter and moved her body in the opposite direction to him. Thinking of all the previous events, she Ignore him. "You have every reason to be angry. It was me who failed to protect you."
Song Weichen, who still had his eyes closed, turned his head further to the side.
He looked at Song Weichen, who was crouching and pouting, and for no reason recalled the night when she fell asleep in his room, kicking the quilt into a mess. Although he tried hard to convince himself not to care about her, he still couldn't bear it. I kept going to tuck her in again and again.
He thought that maybe at that time he had subconsciously felt that she was important.
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Song Weichen suddenly felt that she was being gently held in Mo Tingfeng's arms. His arms were big and gentle. Although she was angry, she was reluctant to struggle, and was held by Mo Tingfeng in a daze.
"Am I, Song Weichen, such a greedy man?!...Okay, I am."
She thought to herself, her face was already red, and she could even hear her own heartbeat.
“Wei Wei, you are very important to me.”
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Song Weichen's heart skipped a beat. What was this thousand-year-old ice cube saying? Did I hear it correctly? She blinked her eyes, he actually didn't call me by my first and last name, but called me Weiwei? What's going on? Am I dreaming within a dream? Or did I break my brain when I fell down the mountain?
"Ahem, boss, you now give me the feeling that Zhang Fei doesn't go into battle to kill the enemy, but wants to charm the enemy with his handsome man trick..."
"You are always like this, The weird things said some strange things, which made me confused."
He let her go and looked at her seriously.
"Originally, you were in the world and I was in sleep, and we had nothing to do with each other. Later, when you were the suspect and I was the catcher, I thought I had a clear stand. And then, when you were the executive and I was Si Chen, we were still in order. Now I am a little unclear about our relationship... I am only sure of one thing, you are very important to me."
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Song Weichen felt like his head was going to shut down. What was going on? It was just an illness. Why was the information overload so severe when I woke up? I feel like I need to clear the cache.
She sat cross-legged on the soft couch and looked at Mo Tingfeng, then suddenly reached out to touch his forehead, and then touched herself, "You must not have a fever, why are you talking nonsense?" She leaned closer to him and smelled it. He heard it and said, "Oh - you were drunk and you were talking drunken words."
He couldn't laugh or cry, "I was drunk, but I was telling the truth."
"Again. Sincerely..."
Song Weichen glanced upward and began to recall, "What was that sentence in my dream just now? What was it that was said... Zhenji? Forget it, I can't remember. You men love to tell the truth so much."
Mo Ting Feng's heart was shocked and he looked at Song Weichen in disbelief, "You want to say that lies are obviously true, but truth and lies are the same as lies?"
"Yes, yes! You are very powerful, so difficult to speak. I can remember all the words, and you actually know that I want to say this, I guess we should play with you, there is no one else who has such a tacit understanding!"
Song Weichen was completely unaware of Mo Tingfeng's strangeness! , talking to himself.
"How could you...think of this?" Mo Tingfeng's hands were shaking slightly unconsciously.
"Oh, you just said the truth or something. I happened to have the same dream as before, and I was also telling the truth in the dream, so I remembered it." Song Weichen said irritably.
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Mo Tingfeng felt his heartbeat almost stopped. Could it be that Zhuang Yuheng had opened his mouth?
"Am I...still in your dream this time?"
Looking into Song Weichen's eyes, Mo Tingfeng asked carefully. His expression was both hopeful and painful, and he wanted to get the answer. , and afraid of getting the answer.
Song Weichen snorted, "Don't mention it. Since the man's face in the last dream became yours, if I have the same dream again, it will be you."
"Then you are here. What’s the name in that dream?”
“Why are you so concerned about my dream?”
Song Weichen didn’t know what was going on, and saw that he seemed to be very nervously waiting for an answer. Still answered honestly, "I was originally called Song Weichen, but after you randomly gave me that name at Wangyue Tower that day, my name in my dreams became Sang Pu."
True Is it her? For thousands of years, he asked Huang Quansi to help search for the whereabouts of Sang Pu's reincarnation every few decades, but there was no news about her as if she had evaporated from the three realms. Unexpectedly... He thought randomly, and there were too many questions at the moment. But he was unable to discern it carefully, and he only felt the pain of backlash entering his heart and marrow.
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Poof! Mo Tingfeng spat out a mouthful of black blood on Song Weichen's body and the soft couch, and he knelt down in front of the soft couch.
She subconsciously slid down from the soft couch and knelt down next to him, nervously wiping the blood from the corners of his mouth and face with her hands.
"What's wrong with you? Boss, don't scare me!"
Song Weichen's whole body was numb. She had never seen such a scene before. How could she be such a good person and talk? So you vomited blood?
The last time I saw someone talking could make someone vomit blood, it was the couplet with Tang Bohu in Stephen Chow's movie, but that was a movie, brother, don't be serious... Song Weichen's mind was full of chaos - she had already coughed up blood before Unconscious, of course not knowing that he looked just as scary then.
Mo Tingfeng's heart pulse was violently turbulent, and the backlash of the Emotion-Destroying Restriction was particularly fierce. It was visible to the naked eye that gold-sand-like substances began to emit from his body, and his magic power began to overflow.
The situation is extremely critical!
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