Mo Li is naturally no exception.
The days seem to be back to the past again, carefree and leisurely.
The joy of regaining something that was lost made Mo Li cherish the time spent with his relatives. He was smiling, carefree and happy every day.
There was just one thing that made her a little annoyed.
Although she was so happy during the day, she still had dreams at night, in which she recalled the events between her and Dong Lin over and over again.
It is said that what you think about during the day is what you dream about at night.
However, since that day, she never thought of him once when she was awake. Why did he come to her so often at night?
In order not to have this dream, she spent a lot of effort to make a sleeping pill. After taking it, she would fall into a dark and sweet dream. Even if someone beat gongs and drums in her ears, she would not hear it.
However, no matter how deeply he slept, he still couldn't stop the dream. Instead, it made the dream become more charming and lingering.
It was still bittersweet at first, dreaming about his kindness and also dreaming about his cruelty.
After sleeping to death, I forget the bitterness and only remember the sweetness.
The surprise and excitement when I first saw him under the cherry blossom tree, the joy and novelty when I picked him up in Meishan, the surprise and joy when I suddenly saw his true body, and after he transformed into his original form, he was inseparable in Weiyang Hall, rising and sleeping together, and then later That drunken confession and every detail of the time when the two of them were in a fantasy world seemed to be so clearly engraved in her mind, and she felt an indescribable sweet joy in her heart.
When I woke up, my face was flushed, my heart was pounding, but I was filled with regrets.
You promised to move forward and never look back. What's the matter with this dream being shattered day by day?
She considers herself to be a free and easy-going person, but now she can neither take it nor let it go, which really makes her look down on herself.
After five days in a row, Li Qiye became more aggressive again, increasing the dosage of the medicine and making a more powerful sleeping pill.
After taking this pill, even if someone cuts her into pieces, she will not notice it!
However, even so, there is still no way to stop the pervasiveness of the dream!
Mo Li was so angry that he woke up the next day and went straight to the medicine room to make Wangyou Powder.
Wangyousan, as the name suggests, forgets all the things that make her tangled and troubled, and no longer has to be obsessed with old dreams.
The only bad thing is that if you take this powder, you can only forget your worries and happiness, which is equivalent to erasing a memory completely. xь.
This is more thorough than the memory sealing technique used by Mo Qinghuan.
The medicine was quickly prepared, but when she went to bed that night, she hesitated.
If that memory is forcibly erased, how is she different from the walking dead?
Or maybe she shouldn't be so impatient, she should leave everything to time.
Time is the best medicine, it can heal all wounds and smooth out all entanglements.
Leave everything to time, let time dilute everything.
She took a deep breath, closed her eyes, and let the old dream come over her.
This time's dream seemed to be different from before. In the dream, she was in a fog, not knowing what she was looking for. She just walked forward confused and tiredly. When she reached a certain place, the clouds suddenly cleared and the sun shone brightly. XiuShu.com
Dong Lin was bathed in golden light and shadow, looking at her with a smile.
He still looks so handsome when he smiles.
Li Qiye stopped and looked up at him.
He lowered his head and looked at her with gentle eyes. He whispered her name, and his voice was unbelievably gentle.
Mo Li didn't hear what he said clearly at first, so he asked subconsciously. He smiled and touched her head and said hoarsely: "A Li, goodbye..."
Mo Li said "Oh" and replied: "Goodbye!"
Before her voice could even hit the ground, Dong Lin in front of her quickly disintegrated like golden quicksand.
In just the blink of an eye, the familiar and warm figure turned into golden light and dissipated under the golden sunshine, seeming to merge with the sunshine.
His deep and mellow voice still vaguely echoed in the air: "Ali, goodbye..."
Mo Li stood there,
I stared blankly at this golden floating figure, my mind was confused for a while, and my heart was tightening, as if it was tightly grasped by a hand, and a suffocating pain followed...
"Ah!" she screamed as she woke up from her dream.
The lights were brightly lit in front of him, and there were faint voices outside the house, as if they were saying something.
Mo Li put on his clothes and got out of bed, and when he walked out of the dormitory, the voice became clearer.
"Husband, tell me, do you want to tell A Li about this?" It was Mo Ning's voice.
"I don't know either!" Mo Qinghuan rubbed his hands, "I told you, because I was afraid that she would be sad and uncomfortable, so I didn't tell her... No! How could I not tell her? He is also a very important person in her life!"
Li Qiye's heart was already clenched. When he heard this, he ran out three steps at a time.
"Father, Queen Mother, what do you want to tell me?"
Mo Ning and Mo Qinghuan, who were struggling, suddenly saw her. They were both startled and covered their mouths in unison.
"But... something happened to him?" Li Li asked tremblingly. Xiu Shuzhu
Mo Ning and Mo Qinghuan looked at each other, sighed and lowered their eyelids.
"Yes..." Mo Qinghuan replied hoarsely, "He... died..."
"Death?" Mo Li's mind buzzed, and everything went blank for a moment. His legs became weak for a while, and his body was covered in cold sweat. She held the door and stammered: "Death... is... …What's the meaning?"
"Death is..." Mo Qinghuan explained subconsciously, but in the end he couldn't bear to say the word "death".
In fact, why should he explain it?
How could A Li not understand what it means to die?
But Li Li didn't seem to understand, staring straight at him: "Why doesn't your father answer my words?"
Mo Qinghuan made a "gurgling" sound in his throat. He wanted to say something, but he didn't. He only took a step forward and held her tightly in his arms.
Mo Li was held by him, but his body was swaying like a fallen leaf in the wind.
She couldn't get an answer from her father, so she looked at her mother eagerly: "Mother, what does death mean?"
Mo Ning already had tears in her eyelashes, but seeing her like this, she felt uncomfortable and burst into tears.
She also stepped forward and hugged her. After sobbing twice, she finally told the bad news: "Half an hour later, we received a letter from Rufeng, saying that the emperor... passed away..."
Li Qiye's pupils shrank slightly, and she suddenly remembered the dream again, and her mind kept thinking about his voice.
Ali, goodbye, Ali, goodbye...
She once told him never to see him again.
He agreed to her words and said he would never see her again.
Now, is it really gone?
No!
impossible!
She must be dreaming again!
When Nian was drunk and saying goodbye for a few days, he was still alive and kicking. How could a person like him, with great power, die at the drop of a hat and die at the drop of a hat?
"How could I have such a dream?" She shook her head desperately, "This dream is getting more and more bizarre! Li Li, wake up quickly! Don't have such a dream!
She muttered and pinched her forehead hard, her eyes opened and closed, closed and opened again, but no matter how many times she repeated it, the scene in front of her eyes was still stubbornly reflected in her eyes, and she couldn't get rid of it!
