The surroundings were foggy, and everything in front of us seemed to be separated by a thin white gauze. Wu Hui walked on the road, rubbing her eyes from time to time. Even though she knew it was due to the environment, she always had the illusion that there was something wrong with her eyes. Probably because it’s spring, the green belts along the roadside are filled with all kinds of flowers. But she couldn't see clearly, and could only see masses of colorful and blurry colors through the mist.
The air is icy cold and full of faint fragrance. There were no people on the street. Occasionally, if someone walks nearby, there will only be a shadow-like outline. Visibility was so low that she had to walk very slowly to avoid hitting anything.
After taking a few steps, she saw a familiar figure. Although she couldn't see it clearly yet, based on the familiar outline, she was sure that it was the person she knew. She quickened her pace and walked up to him. The somewhat messy dark gray hair shone a little in the morning mist, and under the frameless glass lenses were a pair of tired and dull eyes. She was so familiar.
"Mo Weiming?" she asked, "Why is it you again?"
"This is also the question I want to ask. It seems this is not the first time you have said this, and neither am I." Mo Weiming put his hand on the tree trunk and gently touched the bark. "But I'm not surprised to see you here."
"Then...where is this? I seem to be lost. I'm not very familiar with this area."
"I'm not familiar with it either."
"What's this?" Wu Hui tilted his head, "Why, are you suddenly familiar with it?"
"Going this way is the direction of the hospital, because I just came from there. But there, turn left," Mo Weiming pointed to an intersection, "That's where we had dinner with Section Chief Bai last time. On the other side The one with crape myrtle flowers is the door of the apartment."
Wu Hui looked at him with confused eyes: "How is it possible? How can these places be so close? Even if you take a car, you have to... What are you doing?"
Mo Weiming raised his face and gestured at the tree crown. He didn't know why he had to fight against this tree.
"Look at that," he pointed to a spot behind the layers of leaves, "what kind of fruit do you think that is?"
"What fruits are there in this season? Could it be a bird's nest?"
Just as he finished speaking, a crisp chirping of a bird came from the tree. Wu Hui looked around and saw a dark shadow, like the corner of a bird's nest. Mo Weiming was still staring at it and said intently:
"Really? At first, I thought it was an apple."
As soon as he finished speaking, something fell from above and landed firmly on his open palm. Wu Hui took a closer look and saw that it was really a red apple. It was almost perfect, with an even red color on every side, making one wonder if it was fake. But the red fruit is so eye-catching among the green canopy, how could Wuhui not see it? Besides, it doesn't look like an apple tree.
Wuhui took the apple and looked at it repeatedly to confirm that it was really the apple she knew. When I raised my head again, the bird's nest in the tree was gone, and the sound of the birds seemed to have never existed from the beginning.
"what happened?"
"Or, it's a Youth League."
As he spoke, Mo Weiming pressed his fingers on the fruit, and his fingertips began to sink slightly. The green spreads from the point of contact, its weight changing subtly. Right in front of Wu Hui's eyes, the bright red apple turned into a dark green ball. She couldn't help but retract her hand and squeeze it, it was very soft.
"What kind of trick is this? How do you do it? You, you know this?"
Wu Hui was stunned. She only knew how to rejuvenate as a doctor, but she didn't know about the magic of "turning stone into gold".
"We just met." Mo Weiming held up his other elbow with one hand and supported his face, "After I realized that this was a dream."
"dream?"
"Yeah, that makes sense. At first, like you, I thought I got lost here. The roads around me felt familiar, but there was no connection. After going around and around, I could always get back to where I was. In When I was thinking, you appeared. I started to wonder again why I met you here... If it was a dream, it would make sense."
"Ah? Tell me, did you dream of me? Or did you dream of me?"
"It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter."
"What do you mean? Is it some kind of self-certification stage?" Wu Hui put her hands on her hips, "Do you need anyone to tell you some reasonable secret that the other party doesn't know? Of course, you can just make it up..."
"The day you were hospitalized..."
"No, no need." She waved her hand, "As I said, since you can make it up, it doesn't make much sense. It's all part of the thought anyway. We can all feel that we are the subject of the thought, and the other person is just imagining it. of."
Mo Weiming raised his eyebrows: "Can you argue with the person in your dream?"
"can not you do it?"
"..." Mo Weiming took a deep breath, "I don't dream much."
"That's why you judged so quickly. Are you in a dream now?"
"That's right. One more thing - my dreams are actually black and white." He said seriously.
Judging from his attitude, it really didn't look like he was lying. But she still felt incredible when she heard such a thing.
"But isn't this dumpling green? The apple just now was red."
"That's how you perceive it. In my eyes, I have to say...it's the difference in grayscale. It mainly depends on the texture. Anyway, I still envy those of you who dream in color - but even if Without color, I usually can’t discover that this place is not reality in the first place. It always takes some opportunity for me to realize that I am dreaming. And usually by this time... I am about to wake up."
Wu Hui looked at him half-understanding. She couldn't imagine what a dream without color would be like, but being able to talk about this unexpected topic made her willing to believe that the Mo Weiming in front of her was real - he had self-awareness.
If this is really a dream...
She slowly lowered her head, and when her eyes touched the object in her palm, she was suddenly shocked. At some point, the soft and warm food in his hand suddenly turned into a hard and cold knife. The knife fell to the ground with a clang, and the bright white light seemed to disperse the hazy mist. Look carefully, isn't that the boning knife that Kanna-kun used on the dining table during the day?
After accepting the fact that she was in a dream, Wu Hui also had the power to change everything.
"You see, you subconsciously thought of the things that impressed you during the day - I have to admit that we were all shocked by the scene in front of us. So, why are we here...you should also have thought of it."
"Did you light that incense too?"
The scent of fragrance seemed to be stronger around her - and after she brought it up, the little bit of information became hard to ignore. Obviously, they all tossed and turned after nightfall and unanimously used the soothing things given by Shi Wuqi. This seemingly ordinary incense must be the key to them coming to the same dreamland.
"It seems you went to bed later." Mo Weiming said.
"...But this is too ridiculous. How can people's dreams be connected so easily? So, all the people in the world who use this incense at the same time can appear in the same dream?"
"is not that right."
A somewhat familiar voice. Wu Hui and Mo Weiming turned their heads at the same time and saw a familiar and beautiful figure.
There are no traces left by nails that look like "stitching". On her flawless face, Yingyue Jun showed a symbolic smile, which disappeared in an instant. After a brief formality, she stepped forward briskly.
"However, in order to prevent unnecessary trouble, there are slight differences in the ingredients between incense and incense. It can be understood that the owner of the skeleton sells different room keys to people you know. You don't know each other, or you shouldn't meet each other. Yes, you can't enter the same door. If necessary, you can contact each other at any time through dreams."
"...Why do I find this function both convenient and inconvenient?"
Wu Hui couldn't tell. If there's anything urgent, just call. If there are no conditions for making phone calls, are there conditions for sleeping and lighting incense? So this thing may not be used for emergencies. But why can't we wait until we meet to discuss this matter that is not urgent? But after thinking about it, it was quite suitable to meet family members who were far apart from each other.
She wanted to speak out, but considering Mo Weiming's situation, she kept her mouth shut. But she quickly noticed something else.
"Hundred Bones..."
"Ah, it's Shopkeeper Shi." Yingyue Jun repeated, "Tianjiqing Shi Wuqi. I'm used to it. That was a name from a long time ago, forget it."
Mo Weiming asked: "Since it has such a wonderful effect, why didn't you introduce it to us right then? Why wait until now?"
Yingyue Jun shrugged slightly. "Why waste your waking time with incense materials. You will always use them anyway. Using it for the first time without knowing it will not be an emergency. In the dream time, it can be very It can be fast or very slow." She tilted her head and looked at them, "Maybe this can also explain the doubts you found in the eclipse."
Mo Weiming frowned. He didn't seem very happy.
"Have you never thought about the situation where someone would give incense to someone else?"
"Of course not. Do you think that we would easily give incense to someone who can give away things of unknown origin to others? It would be too underestimated how we view people. Moreover, gifting incense is almost impossible. It’s me who has the final say. What kind of people you are, I know very well after traveling through millions of dreams.”
Wu Hui raised his hand but stopped talking.
"Um... uh, so, do you introduce it to others like this every time? What if different, um, rooms are activated at the same time..."
"There are thousands of dreams, and there are thousands of me." Yingyue Jun smiled, this time it seemed to be sincere. She bent down and picked up the knife on the ground, and said slowly: "It's nothing important, just wake up quickly. Ordinary people stay immersed in dreams for too long, and their spirits are easily lost. If nothing is wrong, don't Abuse."
As soon as he finished speaking, Wu Hui opened his eyes.
The familiar, dirty ceiling appeared in front of me. The stick of incense beside the bed had only burned off the tip. She sat up suddenly and had the urge to run up to Mo Weiming to verify. It took a while, but it didn't feel necessary.
She was not the only one who thought so.
