"This is too fast..." Xiaolan muttered and lay back on the pillow. She lay on her side and looked at Hei Pi and smiled, "Then I will start to sleep."
"Well," Heipi said, "go to sleep."
Xiaolan closed her eyes.
She thought it would take her more than ten minutes to fall asleep, but she didn't expect that the moment she closed her eyes, the groggy feeling was like a gust of wind, slowly sweeping over and surrounding her.
A few minutes later, when Wen Ling walked out of the bathroom, the other two people had fallen into a deep sleep.
"So fast."
Wen Ling gently turned off the lights in the room and retreated into bed.
"Good night."
Xiaolan didn't know at what moment in the dream this dream occurred.
She only knew that before she could clearly see the thing in front of her, countless fragments had already passed through her dream, and it was as messy as before.
Until this thing appeared.
That thing surrounded Xiaolan, circle after circle.
"Is that you?" Xiaolan said, "Are you what Heipi wants to tell me?"
The thing didn't stop, it was still circling.
Xiaolan stretched out her hand and grabbed it as it circled in front of her.
Open your palms.
A bow.
"Bowknot?" Xiaolan rubbed the thing in her hand. It was a bow made of pink ribbons. The surface was smooth and the color was slightly dull.
Something like...the kind of ribbon bow you would tie on a gift box.
"What is this?" Xiaolan raised her head and shouted to the blurry surroundings, "Heipi, are you there?"
There is no sound.
Xiaolan stood there for a while, thought about it, held the bow, and started to walk forward.
The fog in front of me seemed to be slowly dissipating.
Is it really in front?
Xiaolan goes on...
Finally, she saw it.
She saw another version of herself.
The other Xiaolan was sitting on a wooden chair, holding the bow in her hand. She pinched one end of the bow with anticipation, and bit by bit pulled apart the beautiful shape made of the ribbon.
Xiaolan saw something under the bow.
It's a gift box.
The gift box was placed on the table, and there seemed to be two people sitting at the table, but she couldn't see clearly. She could only clearly see herself.
The bow unraveled and the pink ribbon fell to the ground.
The other self opened the lid of the carton.
"Meow~"
A fluffy white cat popped its head out of the box.
"Ah! It's a cat!" Another Xiaolan smiled happily, "It's a kitten!..."
She carefully took the kitten out of the box and placed it on her lap.
The cat raised its head, its clear yellow eyes filled with curiosity.
"Do you like Xiaolan?" A man's voice floated out from the mist.
"I like it!" the other one said loudly, "Thank you, Dad, I like it so much!"
"If you like," a woman's voice sounded from the other end, "Xiaolan, please give your cat a name."
"Well... pick a name," she thought seriously for a long time, "I know, let's call it Bai Mao!"
"Eh-" the woman laughed, "that name doesn't sound good."
"Grandma told me to give me a nickname so that I can make a living," she said. "Just call it Baimao! This name is not nice, but I hope it will always stay with me..."
Xiaolan opened her mouth slightly and stayed in place.
That person's face...
"Xiaolan," Heipi's voice suddenly sounded, "Did you see it?"
Xiaolan raised her head and looked around for the source of the sound.
"You can't see me," Blackpipe continued, "I'm not in your dreams, I'm in your ears."
"What's going on?" Xiaolan pointed to the scene in front of her, "Is this what you made me dream about?"
"I didn't make you dream," Heipi said. "These things originally existed in your mind."
in my mind?
How come I don’t know?
"Impossible," Xiaolan said, "This must be Baimao's words taking root in my subconscious, so I have such a dream..."
"This dream," Heipi's tone was terrifyingly low, "is not the first time you have had it."
Xiaolan was stunned.
"You're going to dream every night, and you're going to have lots and lots of dreams," Blackpipe said. "You just don't remember."
"I will remember all my dreams," Xiaolan insisted, "because my dreams are also part of my ability, so I will remember them very clearly..."
"You can indeed remember a lot," Heipi said, "but you forget even more."
"But how did you know?" Xiaolan asked.
"Because I can hear the voice in your heart," Heipi said. "Your dreams are actually the voice in your heart."
Xiaolan felt that her mind was clear for a while and confused for a while.
If this is your dream...
Then this is my memory...
Then, I might have more memories...
Xiaolan pressed her temples, which bulged and swelled, as if the monster trapped inside was about to escape.
"But that's not me..." Xiaolan said, "That's the owner of Baimao, that's not me..."
"This is a part of your memory," Heipi said. "You often think of it, but you may not realize it."
Xiaolan suddenly thought of something.
Speaking of which, I did see a fleeting white cat in my fragmented dreams.
The most recent time was in Qiqiao Mansion...
Could it be that those are not broken dreams, but...his own memories?
Are those fragments all memories? Including...the fragments just now.
It turns out that I remember nothing.
I just don’t remember that I remember.
Xiaolan put down her hands in despair and stared at her other self who was less than five meters away from her.
If this is just a dream, just a memory, just an idea, then... I shouldn't be able to touch her.
Xiaolan stepped forward and walked towards her stiffly.
Xiaolan raised his hand and put it on her shoulder.
bumped into.
The other self suddenly stopped what he was doing.
She slowly turned her head and looked at Xiaolan.
Her eyes reflected exactly the same Xiaolan, and Xiaolan's eyes reflected exactly the same her.
"You are me." Xiaolan said.
"I am you," the self said, with a smile on his lips, "You almost remembered."
I remembered.
"Remember what?"
"Remembering your own story," Xiao Lan stood up. She was a little taller than Xiao Lan. She handed the cat in her hand to Xiao Lan, "Come on."
My own story.
Xiaolan lowered her head and looked at the cat.
"White hair..."
When I looked up again, everything was gone.
Cats, gift boxes, and myself.
Xiaolan closed her eyes and opened them again.
All she saw was the ceiling at night.
The dream woke up.
