"It's okay, it's just..."
Suddenly sitting up, Eluma looked at Zhou Li, who was a little worried, and smiled reluctantly, "It seems like she was dreaming about something."
After being stunned for a moment, Zhou Li stretched his arms and sat up. He lit the oil lamp beside him. For a wealthy person like the Lord of Shangjing City, a relatively expensive oil lamp was not a luxury item. He looked at Eluma aside and asked worriedly: "Dream? What dream?"
"Can't remember clearly."
The architectural style of the Three Oriental Courtyards is very close to that of the Tang Dynasty on earth. The brackets have clear structural functions, few paving and simple shapes, simple and bright colors, long and flat roofs, and unpretentious doors and windows. The furnishings in the room are generally simple, but full of atmosphere. Eluma looked at the splendid screen beside her, a trace of confusion flashed in her eyes.
"I saw a lot of people, and they were all smiling at me. There were Magnum III, Grandpa Helinen, Evan, Tiya, Lin Zi... and many others. I seemed to be standing on a high platform, They raised their heads and looked at me, with happy smiles on their faces. But I don’t know why, when I looked at their smiling faces, I just felt sad.”
Eluma clearly remembers that she was standing on a high platform carved from white jade. The glow and evening breeze are as beautiful as a picture in a poem, the cloud scales in the sky intersect and shine, and everyone I know smiles brightly. However, standing alone on the high platform, there was only sadness in my heart.
She saw that drop of tear, that drop of tear falling slowly from the sky. It was as if Yunxia was born just for this drop of tears. This scene appeared in Eluma's eyes, but it made her feel an unforgettable calm. It was as if everything had condensed into this moment, time and space lost their meaning, and she was the only one left to enjoy everything.
"I don't know why, but when I saw that drop of crystal clear water, I subconsciously thought it was a drop of tear."
Eluma stretched out her hand, her soft and white palms were clean and without any traces of water stains. There was an indescribable sadness in her eyes, and she said softly: "It's like... tears in the sky. He is very Sad, but only shed this tear. After I saw that tear, sadness also poured into my heart."
Zhou Li was stunned. He had never heard of such a dream. Tears, people, smiles, sadness, these things that cannot be connected at all are intertwined, but they become a dream that is both beautiful and desolate. For a moment, Zhou Li's mind went blank and he didn't know what to say.
For professionals of Zhou Li and Eluma's level, control over the body has reached the level of consciousness. Therefore, dreams are optional for them. In order to prevent dreams from affecting reality, most people calm down their consciousness and greatly reduce the frequency of dreaming. Coupled with Eluma's special physique, she can dream, which is a very strange thing in a sense.
Perhaps, it is a sign of the end.
"Don't worry~"
At this time, Aluma, who had come back to her senses, returned to her usual optimism. She smiled brightly at Zhou Li, her voice as soft as ever, "Maybe it's just a dream, don't think too much, go to sleep first. "
Hearing this, Zhou Li smiled subconsciously, stretched out his hand and gently rubbed Eluma's head. He put out the oil lamp and lay down with Eluma. This time, he subconsciously asked Eluma to lean against him. Eluma was stunned for a moment, then seemed to smile under the quilt, and rested her head on Zhou Li's arm.
When she felt the familiar smell and temperature, the panic and sadness in Eluma's heart slowly receded, replaced by an inexplicable sense of security. She closed her eyes, her warm breath fell on Zhou Li's chest, and fell into a deep sleep.
"Dream?"
Atalona, who was still wearing the standard ancient Greek goddess outfit, was sitting cross-legged on the bed. Obviously this posture was very unsightly on others, but Atalona could only describe this posture as beautiful. After all, not everyone has the appearance of a god. At this time, Atalona had her arms folded, with a thoughtful look on her face that left Torea beside her speechless.
When dividing rooms, Eluma and Zhou Li chose to sleep in the same room as a matter of course. Although there is currently no so-called "publicity" or "confession" between the two, anyone with a bit of discernment can see that the two have been an old couple for decades. In a sense, the feelings between each other are deeper and stronger than love. But what Torea didn't expect was that her goddess of life would strongly demand to be in the same room with Torea.
This request puzzled Torea. As an android, she only used sleep to kill boring time, but for Torea, most of her time was precious, and it was right to use it to practice or exercise skills. usage. Therefore, she seldom sleeps.
The explanation given by Atalona was that she didn't need to sleep either.
In a sense, this is nonsense. After all, Atalona is a goddess and one of the twelve righteous gods. It can be said that it is a matter of course that she does not need to sleep.
but···
"Lady Atalona, is this really good?"
Seeing the goddess of life who was eavesdropping with a calm look and then made comments, Torea, who was doing weighted push-ups at the side, finally couldn't help it anymore. She first dispersed the five-ton weight runes on her body, then stood up, wiped the sweat on her neck and asked, "This may be a more private conversation between the two of them."
"Ah."
Atalona looked at Torrea and sneered disdainfully: "Private? Don't you know who has the authority to create the great harmony of life? If I want, I can let a creature create it in one day. A hundred lives, just two of them, can I value them?"
Torea simply shut up and chose to continue doing push-ups with five tons of weight.
"But there is something strange about Eluma dreaming."
Gently squeezing her fingers, Atalona did not shy away from Torea who was standing beside her, and said: "According to common sense, only pure humans can dream. Beings with structures like ours cannot access the level of dreams. . What’s more, Eluma is the darling of the world’s will. No matter how she thinks about it, she shouldn’t dream.”
Frowning her eyebrows slightly, Atalona narrowed her eyes and said softly: "Could it be that... is this an omen?"
Thinking of this, Atalona felt a little confused. After a while, she was about to say something when a guess appeared in her mind.
Maybe, it's not a sign.
But an echo.
(End of chapter)
