People will have their own unspeakable regrets in this life.
Every time I place a handful of white chrysanthemums on my grandfather’s tombstone, I always think of his last words.
My grandfather.
No one can be seen in life, no corpse in death.
A rainy night.
I tossed and turned and couldn't fall asleep. I was wrapped in the quilt in a daze, and even my little breasts curled up on the quilt were woken up by me.
It meowed, its fluorescent green eyes staring at me dimly.
"Xu Zhi?"
I think I'm about to fall asleep.
How can a cat talk?
"Can't you remember me?" The soft voice from the cat's throat sounded again.
I barely opened my eyelids, and suddenly, a pair of furry orange claws came to my face.
"Didn't you say you wanted to ask me for help? You can't be so forgetful, right? Didn't you say you would show me your world?"
I jumped out of bed with excitement.
Xiaomi, this orange cat, can it really talk? !
While I was shocked, Xiaomi jumped to the window, slipped inside the blue and white curtains, and scratched the iron screen with her paws.
"Oh, I woke up at the wrong time. It's dark here and you can't see anything. Then I'll take you back to have a look."
It says it.
I quickly fell into a void.
I haven't recalled the clouds and moon in my dream that day for a long time. Everything seems to be just a chaotic and mottled shadow in my memory.
Yeah, how could a cat talk?
But from then on, I started dreaming about strange silhouettes.
Some people stand far away from the mountains and rivers, with mountains and rivers outlined all over their bodies; some people hold a small boat and move forward in the surging water; some people see nothing, floating in the vastness beyond the world.
In the era when a hundred schools of thought contended, they gathered together to form rivers and mountains, and their theories and thoughts formed China.
In the profound dream, the turbulent Yellow River rushes from a distance with unstoppable momentum.
Behind me were high-rise buildings made of reinforced concrete, and the rumbling sound of water covered all conversations.
I saw a lean, energetic old man suddenly standing on the other side of the bank quite far away from me, followed by a young man in white.
The old man is dressed in black, and the young man is dressed in white. Black and white are like a chess game,
I am quite proud of my dreams - I can remember all the stories that happened in my dreams.
The old man stepped straight to the edge of the river bank. It was a vertical cliff of more than ten meters, with the raging Yellow River below.
He scared me so much that I screamed.
Every time the old man took a step forward, a suspended stone support was steadily generated.
The old man waved to me.
I embarked on this road by accident.
"May I be safe and worry-free every year from now on."
This is the hundredth time I met her in my dream.
Po Meng.
I heard the thirty-five thousand four hundred and sixty-third last words in Taiwu’s dream.
Miss Meng swung her precious fan, and with a flick of her hand, she pulled out an old soul from the dream that was about to turn into scum.
The gray and ethereal soul floated up. This thing stayed for too long, so long that even the soul that didn't calculate the time was mixed with some black spots imprinted by the chronology.
Miss Meng took it to a gray-green river. The water shimmered amid the blue mist, and the fine waves seemed to carry countless fluorescent lights.
Behind the Yinghe River and Naihe Bridge is a monument boundary.
Miss Meng came to Tushan. After seven hundred years, it finally regained its vitality. Clusters of black branches grew out of the dead fields. Under the trees, an ancient city could be vaguely seen. It was usually quiet and there was no sound.
"The Classic of Mountains and Seas" records an ancient mythical beast, which is said to be able to appear and hide, be thin or giant, and be short or long. The autumnal equinox lurks in the deep waters, the spring equinox soars into the sky, breathes clouds and mist, calls for wind and rain, makes thunder and lightning, is ever-changing and omnipotent.
According to legend, it can also predict the future.
During the Battle of Tushan, Chi You was devastated because of its help. He was punished by heaven and was expelled from the gods. The leader turned north, and for three thousand years, there was no trace of him in the sky or on earth.
Because the legend is too ancient and mysterious, and people who are still trapped by wild beasts yearn to be protected by a more powerful force, an evolutionary totem slowly arises in the tribe.
Over time, the witches on the land of China gave this disappearing giant a name: dragon.
"Classmate Xu?"
