Chapter 259 I know we will always remember each other
The afternoon sun, like fine gold powder, shines through the half-closed curtains on the wooden floor of the restaurant, forming dappled light and shadow.
The air is filled with the faint aroma of rice and the warm smell of freshly cooked vegetables, intertwining into a quiet and warm afternoon overture.
In the restaurant, there are only a few tables of guests, each immersed in their own world.
Some lowered their heads to taste the delicious food in their hands, and occasionally looked up out of the window with contentment and calmness in their eyes; some talked softly with low and soft voices, like the melodious music from a distance, which did not disturb others, but also added to the atmosphere. A bit of the flavor of life.
Wu Yuansheng sat quietly at the dinner table.
For a moment, I was a little confused about what the weird guy did just now.
who I am? Where am I? What am I doing?
Why did a garrulous guy suddenly come to me and say such a line of poetry that sounded incomprehensible.
Old friends come into my dream, knowing that I will remember each other forever.
If he remembered correctly, these two lines of poetry came from one of the "Dreams of Li Bai" written by Du Fu, a poet of the Tang Dynasty.
The original poem is: "An old friend comes into my dream, and it is clear that I will remember each other forever. You are now trapped in a trap, why do you have wings?"
The whole poem expresses Du Fu's longing for Li Bai. It expresses Du Fu's deep concern and memory for Li Bai who was in trouble, as well as his concern for the fate of his friend.
but.
Suddenly, a stranger who he had only met once and was said to be very powerful came to him and said something like this, which made him feel a little baffled.
He admits.
The guy just now did have a very good temperament, and it seemed that the only shortcoming of that guy might be that he was too perfect.
But what he did was completely like the Riddler, which was completely incompatible with his perfect temperament.
Could it be that...
In fact, do fortune tellers like being the Riddler so much? Do you like this feeling of having something to say that you don’t understand?
After all, as we all know, in many fantasy works, the kind of person who can predict the future always seems to be inarticulate and unable to speak, and can only speak some incomplete and vague words.
But Wu Yuansheng can actually understand.
One of the purposes of arranging the characters in this work is to allow the plot to develop normally and not to have difficulties in developing the plot due to the influence of the ability to predict the future.
If it were in reality, it might be that people who predict the future are afraid of being unable to predict the future, so they can only give some more general information to ensure their accuracy?
But...
Where did such a mysterious guy come from?
After brainstorming for a while.
Wu Yuansheng's growling stomach and feeling of hunger brought Wu Yuansheng back to reality.
Looking at the mysterious man whose back could no longer be seen and who didn't know where he had gone.
Wu Yuansheng shook his head helplessly, and then started to eat his lunch with his head down.
As if nothing happened just now, he quickly forgot about it.
After lunch.
Wu Yuansheng's footsteps were gentle but firm, and each step was in the afterglow of the afternoon, as if even time had slowed down at this moment.
He walked through the busy streets, bypassing the bustling crowds.
Finally, he stopped in front of a simple and elegant door.
There is a wooden signboard hanging on the door, with the characters "生生不End Bookstore" written in cursive on it.
The font is smooth, revealing a kind of stability and elegance accumulated over time.
The exterior wall of the bookstore has been stained with light moss over time, but this does not prevent it from exuding a unique charm, like an old man who has gone through vicissitudes of life, quietly telling stories of the past.
Wu Yuansheng reached out and gently opened the door. The bell on the door made a crisp sound, as if to welcome every visitor.
He is the owner of this bookstore.
The name of the bookstore is Life is Endless.
Because his girlfriend’s name also contains Sheng, Bai Yusheng.
When you step into the bookstore, you will be greeted by the familiar aroma of books, mixed with the light aroma of wooden furniture, making you feel reassured and comfortable.
The layout of the store is well-proportioned, with bookshelves extending from the floor to the ceiling, and all kinds of books are neatly arranged on each floor.
From classical literature to modern novels, from philosophical thought to scientific exploration, there is everything you need.
The soft light shines on the pages, giving each book a golden coat, making it look particularly precious.
Wu Yuansheng walked slowly along the bookshelf, his fingers gently tracing the spines of the rows of books. Every touch awakened his desire for knowledge and memories of the past.
This is not only the habitat of his soul, but also the place where he and she weave their dreams together.
Whenever he walks into this bookstore, he can feel the deep nostalgia for that wonderful time. The days he spent with her were filled with laughter and tears.
Just ponder for a moment.
His eyes have become red.
He wanted to go back to the moment when he met her in the park while reading the same book.
But this is no longer possible.
After standing there for a while, Wu Yuansheng decided not to go to the park to play guitar this afternoon.
He put down his guitar case and opened it.
I was going to put the guitar away after cleaning it, and then I started to read in the bookstore.
Only after opening the guitar case.
He couldn't help but froze.
"Um?"
Wu Yuansheng frowned and looked at the extra thumb-sized wooden flying sword in the guitar case in front of him. He didn't know when this thing was put in.
Looking carefully, he found that it seemed to be made of rosewood, which could be said to be relatively precious.
He has no such thing.
But……
If he didn't have one, why was it in his guitar case?
Wu Yuansheng held the wooden flying sword and was a little confused for a moment.
He stared at the small wooden sword in his hand, thinking a lot.
The appearance of this exquisite little sword was so sudden that he couldn't help but think of the visit of the mysterious man just now.
Isn't this all a coincidence? Does the phrase "Old friends come into my dreams and I remember them forever" imply any special meaning?
He placed the small wooden sword in his palm and observed it carefully, trying to find clues.
The wooden sword has a smooth surface and clear texture. Every carving reveals the craftsman's care, as if it contains some unknown secret.
It's just that after observing for a long time, there is nothing to gain.
Wu Yuansheng simply ignored him for the time being, and seriously picked up a book to kill time.
Gently brushing off the dust on the cover, turning over the yellowed paper, the familiar scent of ink came to your nose.
Sitting on the rocking chair in the corner of the bookstore.
Wu Yuansheng was immersed in the world of words, sometimes raising the corners of his mouth and sometimes frowning. As night falls quietly, the lights in the bookstore become softer, as if time has slowed down on purpose, creating a quiet reading space for Wu Yuansheng.
He was sitting on an old but comfortable rocking chair, holding a book in his hand that he had read many times. It was a classic that he and Bai Yusheng both loved.
The pages of the book slide gently between your fingers, and every word seems to jump, telling vivid stories and awakening memories deep in your heart.
As time goes by, the world outside the bookstore gradually becomes silent. Only the occasional passers-by cast curious glances and peered into the tranquility through the windows.
Wu Yuansheng was immersed in the sea of books, forgetting the existence of time. His eyes were focused and deep, as if he could see the scenery of another world through the words.
Page after page, time passed by inadvertently, until the dead of night.
Wu Yuansheng's vision gradually became blurred, and the words on the book began to jump, eventually merging into a blur of light and shadow.
He gently put down the book and closed his eyes.
The body naturally leaned on the rocking chair and fell asleep.
The moonlight shines through the half-open curtains and shines on his face, coating him with a silvery-white glow.
The rocking chair swayed gently, making a subtle squeaking sound, intertwined with the occasional sound of night wind outside the window, forming a peaceful nocturne.
On such a night, Wu Yuansheng's breathing was even and calm, as if the whole world had fallen asleep, leaving only the fragrance of books in the room and the flickering lights outside the window.
And in his dream.
But it is completely different from usual.
Obviously since Bai Yusheng left, Wu Yuansheng never dared to see her again in his dreams. Once he dreamed of her, he would be afraid of seeing her again as a reflex.
But this time.
But there seems to be something different.
The first thing is that he feels very awake, or should be said to be more awake than ever before.
This dream has never been more real.
He originally had extremely vague senses in dreams, but now he felt that all aspects of his perception were clear and very different from reality, but he knew from the bottom of his heart that he was in a dream.
This is very contradictory.
It's different from ordinary dreams.
The second thing is different.
On the edge of the dream, Wu Yuansheng felt as if he was being pulled by a gentle force.
Traveling through the corridors of time, he returned to that day that he would never forget.
But he wanted to go back countless times, but he instinctively did not dare to go back even in his dreams.
The sun is still shining brightly.
Just like in my memory, golden light shines through the gaps in the leaves and onto the paths in the park, forming patches of dancing light.
The chirping of birds is clear and sweet, and the air is filled with the freshness of flowers and green grass.
Everything seemed so vivid and real.
He stood at the entrance of the park, feeling a long-lost excitement and... fear in his heart.
Not far away, the familiar figure came into view.
Bai Yusheng was sitting on the bench, holding a book in his hand and reading intently.
Her profile looked particularly soft in the sunlight, and her hair was gently fluttering in the wind, like a moving picture.
Wu Yuansheng walked closer step by step unconsciously, taking every step cautiously, as if he was afraid of breaking the peaceful beauty.
When his figure appeared in Bai Yusheng's sight.
She raised her head, a hint of surprise flashing in her eyes.
Then a bright smile broke out.
At that moment, time seemed to stand still, everything around them became unimportant, and only each other's presence was the most real feeling.
Wu Yuansheng's eyes turned red.
The sadness that had been suppressed seemed to have completely burst at this moment.
Immediately, he immediately tried to calm down this emotion, and then went to chat with Bai Yusheng with unprecedented excitement.
He was like a child who hadn't seen his mother for a long time, and Bai Yusheng couldn't help but talk endlessly about his feelings after she left.
They started a conversation, ranging from plots in the book to trivial matters in life, from ideals and ambitions to daily anecdotes, and there was a relaxed and happy atmosphere flowing between the words.
Wu Yuansheng found that he could express his inner thoughts fluently at this moment and was no longer afraid of Bai Yusheng's disappearance. Bai Yusheng responded with her unique gentleness and wisdom, and the two hearts came closer inadvertently.
They strolled along the avenue together.
Holding hands.
Enjoy this simple and pure happiness.
Wu Yuansheng seemed to be able to touch Bai Yusheng's palm and feel the temperature of her fingertips.
The warmth goes straight to the bottom of my heart.
This dream was so real, completely different from usual, that it was so real that he didn't want to wake up from the dream.
I just want to keep dreaming.
However, dreams eventually come to an end.
Even if this dream is very special.
So he suddenly stopped while walking and looked at Bai Yusheng without saying a word.
The person on the other side looked at him with a smile, and the smile seemed to be full of tenderness and understanding.
At this moment, Wu Yuansheng knew that he didn't need to say anything.
He nodded seriously.
There was an unprecedented serious expression on his face.
Then he followed that special feeling and slowly left the dream.
…
When he opened his eyes again.
The soft light of the bookstore and the starry night scenery outside the window come into view.
Wu Yuansheng looked at the wooden flying sword that was almost broken into powder, and vaguely realized something.
He didn't know if it was her.
But being able to relive such a scene so realistically in a dream already made him very satisfied.
"Thanks."
Wu Yuansheng smiled in the air.
In the empty bookstore, I don’t know who I’m talking to in a low voice.
(End of chapter)