White Fence Dream

Chapter 140 Calling
The streets are bustling with people coming and going.

Mrs. Zhuang stood in the middle, tears falling down her cheeks: "Is she...sick again?"

The two women beside her started to cry: "What's wrong with that child?"

Mrs. Zhuang sighed: "That child can't remember the way home, and can't remember who he is."

The two women looked panicked: "What should we do? What should we do?"

As she asked one question after another, Mrs. Zhuang seemed to panic: "Don't worry, don't worry, Feizi is here, Feizi——"

As she spoke, she turned around and found herself no longer on the street, but in her home. There was a person lying on the bed, she could not see clearly, and her husband was standing beside the bed.

"Feizi..." Madam Zhuang grabbed his arm and asked anxiously, "She can't wake up, what should we do? What should we do?"

Mr. Zhuang held his wife's hand and said, "Don't be afraid. I will go and find her."

As they spoke, the surroundings changed again. They were no longer in their home, but in a dense forest.

Mrs. Zhuang was holding Mr. Zhuang's arm, and Mr. Zhuang was holding a lamp in his hand.

The dense forest seemed to be shrouded in the night and thick fog. The road could not be seen. Only trees of different heights could be seen. From time to time, strange birds and wild beasts flashed through the forest, and their cries were heard, which was chilling.

Mrs. Zhuang only felt that her steps were becoming heavier and heavier, and her feet were becoming weaker and weaker. Thick fog was pouring in from the dense forest, and was about to swallow them up.

Mr. Zhuang suddenly raised his hand, and there appeared a bamboo pole in his hand, on which hung another lamp besides the original one.

Two lights flickered.

The incoming thick fog receded.

There were shadows among the trees, as if someone was standing among them.

Mrs. Zhuang was so delighted that she couldn't help but go over there, but the next moment a new thick fog emerged, blocking her vision and about to swallow up the figures in the woods.

"Fei Zi——" she couldn't help shouting.

Mr. Zhuang's body shook, and another lamp appeared on the bamboo pole, and the three lamps burned like fire.

Mr. Zhuang strode into the thick fog, which gradually dissipated and the figures in the woods became clearer.

This is a woman. She is standing with her head down, her long hair hanging down to the ground, and she is wearing a gauze dress.

"Come, come——" Mr. Zhuang called, shaking the bamboo pole in his hand.

The lights flickered like a snake, wrapping around the woman.

"Go, go--" Mr. Zhuang called again, then slowly backed away.

The woman surrounded by the snake-like lights was pulled forward. The thick fog seemed to have turned into countless hands, grabbing the woman who was walking forward. Her long hair was flying and her gauze dress was torn into pieces in an instant.

Is this the scene where Mr. Zhuang brought her back from the depths of the maze?

Zhuang Li stood beside Mrs. Zhuang and watched this scene.

Mr. Zhuang kept waving the bamboo pole, and as he waved, the flames of the three lamps became stronger and his whole body also burned.

"wake up--"

Following this shout, the woman who had her head bowed raised her head.

Zhuang Li saw a face and was stunned.

This face...is not her.

Moreover, she was not standing next to Madam Zhuang, but standing at the edge of the thick fog, in front of the woman who was entangled by the flames of the spirit snake. They were almost standing face to face.

The thick fog was surging around them, trying to swallow them up.

"Wake up--"

Along with the shout, Zhuang Li saw the woman who was entangled in the flames of the spirit snake being pulled suddenly and crashed into her.

Zhuang Li only felt his body shaking and heard Mrs. Zhuang's voice in his ears.

"…Mian'er, is Mian'er back?"

Who is Mian'er?

She suddenly opened her eyes, her vision was blurry and she saw shadows of people. She stood in the room and saw Mrs. Zhuang and Mr. Zhuang surrounding the person lying on the bed.

"Mian'er is back." Mr. Zhuang said, "But, she saw Ah Li, she thought she was Ah Li——"

"Don't be afraid, don't be afraid." Mrs. Zhuang sat down and reached out to gently touch the face of the person on the bed. "She can be Ah Li first. She can live for Ah Li."

What does it mean to live for Ah Li?

She is here, she is obviously alive, Mr. Zhuang saved her.

Zhuang Li just felt his thoughts were in a mess.

"It's all my fault." Mr. Zhuang turned around, looking self-blaming and angry, "I couldn't find Ah Li."

Mrs. Zhuang shook her head with tears in her eyes: "Perhaps for Ah Li, being with his father and his family is what he wants most."

Mr. Zhuang stroked his beard and sighed, while Mrs. Zhuang raised her hand to wipe away her tears.

Zhuang Li shook his head.

No, no, she is obviously alive.

She was clearly lying on the bed.

Why did they say they couldn't find her?

Zhuang Li walked to the bed and looked at the woman lying there.

The first thing that caught my eye was the white gauze dress, which was torn into pieces, revealing her bare calves and a string of rubies tied around her ankles.

Zhuang Li's body stiffened and his eyes slowly moved upwards to the woman's face.

That face was half stranger and half my own.

The difference from the dream mirror was that at this moment, the unfamiliar half of the face opened its eyes, with flowing eyes, while the familiar half of her face was wooden and dull...
"Mian'er, you're awake." Madam Zhuang walked past her and leaned over to look at the woman with half of her face, her eyes full of joy, "That's great, Mian'er——"

Mian'er?

Mian Er...

Zhuang Li subconsciously held his face.

so…..
She looked at Madam Zhuang and murmured, "So, I'm not the most precious treasure in your eyes..."

As these words were spoken, the surroundings twisted like a whirlpool, and everyone was drawn into it and disappeared in an instant.

With a bang, Mrs. Zhuang fell off the bed.

Maybe it was because of the collision, but Mrs. Zhuang fell to the ground, covering her face and crying.

The maid came over and looked at Mrs. Zhuang crying on the ground. She didn't panic or shout, but sighed.

"Madam, isn't this good?" she said, "Isn't it better for someone like you to live in this world? This is also Mr. Zhuang's choice. Don't you believe that what he sacrificed his life for is worth it?"

Madam Zhuang, who was crying on the ground with her face covered, suddenly smiled and raised her head: "That's just a personal choice. Everything in this world, every person, even a blade of grass, is the same. There is no difference, no right or wrong, beauty or ugliness, good or evil, noble or humble. Nothing is worth it, and whether it should exist is not judged by others."

The maid was silent for a moment: "Madam, please accept it as the general trend of the world. There is life and death, it is the natural law of nature. Please accept my condolences."

After saying that, he turned and walked out.

Mrs. Zhuang sat up from the ground and did not go back to bed. She leaned against the edge of the bed and looked at the room in the dim morning light.

There is life and death, it is the natural way of heaven.

Ah Li did not visit the dream through Jiang Yun, but came through other people.

She recalled the remaining blurred dreams. In the noisy street, someone looked at her from somewhere. Although it pulled her into a new dream, she eventually violated this woven dream by asking herself who she was.

Once you ask yourself who you are, it means you don’t know who you are, and you can only be told by others.

I still seem to hear the words before the dream ended, "I am not the most precious treasure in your eyes..."

Mrs. Zhuang's tears rolled down again.

So, from then on, she also lost her most precious treasure in the world.

……

……

The world was spinning, and Zhuang Li was out of Madam Zhuang's dream, out of the dream of the people Shangguan Yue sent to Dengzhou, and fell back into her own dream.

With her eyes open, she looked like a dead leaf floating in the air, surrounded by endless chaos.

Her eyes were blank.

It turns out she is not her.

She is someone else.

Countless lights and shadows seemed to appear in the chaotic vision.

She raised her hand, and just by touching it, she could catch these lights and shadows, open them up, and see clearly who she was, where she came from, and her past.

But just as she reached out her hand, she stopped and looked at the incense in her hand.

Rough, unpolished, fragrant pieces.

She gave Shangguan Yue a piece of incense, and also gave a piece of incense to the person Shangguan Yue sent to Dengzhou.

When I fell out of that person's dream, the incense had all disappeared.

But Shangguan Yue’s dream has not yet ended.

Her chaotic consciousness became clear, and the dream was not over yet——

As the thought flashed through his mind, his body floating in the chaos suddenly sank, and as the world spun again, he fell to the ground with a bang.

Zhuang Li saw the familiar empty world and the familiar sleeping child. He turned over and lay on the ground, hugging his head.

pain.

No, it's not painful either.

You can't feel pain in dreams.

Zhuang Li looked at his body, which seemed to be constantly changing, sometimes clear and sometimes unreal.

This is because her spirit has reached the brink of collapse.

The continuous dream-like state makes people confused.

She took a deep breath, trying to calm her mind and sort out these chaotic dreams.

According to her instructions, the people sent by Shangguan Yue were just to see Madam Zhuang, to watch her from afar, to watch her in their minds and hearts, and not to do anything else.

As expected, this man saw Mrs. Zhuang, and he just looked at her obediently without going forward to interact with her.

Calculating the date, she saw Mrs. Zhuang through this person's dream.

Then he successfully entered Mrs. Zhuang's dream.

Unexpectedly, Mrs. Zhuang actually saw Jiang Yun in her dream.

Only then did she remember that she hadn't seen Jiang Yun for some time before and after the New Year. So Zhou Jingyun sent him here?

Is he here specifically to keep an eye on Madam Zhuang?
Whatever, it doesn't matter.

Then she pulled Mrs. Zhuang into her own dream. Everything was fine at first, but when she asked this unusual question, the dream collapsed and she was pulled back to Mrs. Zhuang's dream. She then saw the scene when Mr. and Mrs. Zhuang rescued her from the maze.

She didn't remember anything when she woke up.

After waking up, she didn't remember how Mr. Zhuang woke her up. She only knew that from that time on, Mr. Zhuang's health was dying.

She was in a daze and it took her half a year to recover.

recover…..
Zhuang Li was stunned for a moment. It turned out that the one who recovered was not her, but that... Mian'er?

Who is Mian'er?

Is she Mian'er?

Isn't she Bai Li?
Why isn't she Bai Li?
Her body was scattered, as if being torn into pieces by an invisible force.

Can't think about it anymore.

Zhuang Li got up and pounced on the sleeping child. With the world spinning around him, he fell down again, floor by floor, until he touched the ground again.

"Li Yu, Li Yu." She crawled over and grabbed the sleeping child and shook him, "Wake up."

The little boy was shaken awake and looked at her blankly with his eyes, his mouth pursed, as if he wanted to cry, but Zhuang Li was one step faster than him and tears fell.

"I want to see your mother's mirror." She choked and said, "Let me see your mother's mirror--"

She didn't know why she was crying.

She has never been a crybaby since she was a child.

Maybe it was because he had a mental breakdown, and he was facing a silly little child, so he could vent his fear, panic and sadness without restraint.

The little boy stared blankly at the crying face in front of him and wiped back his tears.

"My mother..." he murmured again, "mirror?"

Zhuang Li nodded with tears in her eyes: "Yes, that, the most beautiful thing in the world, the mirror."

Probably because he was praised as the best in the world, the little boy grinned and said, "This is the most beautiful mirror in the world!"

As his voice sounded, a dressing table mirror appeared in front of Zhuang Li. It was a bigger and more gorgeous mirror than the previous one.

The mirror was studded with pearls and gems, sparkling brightly.

Zhuang Li couldn't help laughing.

For children, all sparkling gems are the most beautiful things in the world.

She touched the child's head and said, "It's so beautiful."

The child shook his head to avoid her hand and returned to his dazed look: "Don't be rude."

Zhuang Li laughed again, wiped away his tears, and relived the dream in this dreamless world. If she was really not herself——

You can cry later.

She took a deep breath and looked in the mirror.

Although it’s not the first time I’ve seen it, I still have to muster up some courage every time I look at this two-sided face.

Especially this time.

Her eyes in the mirror blinked, while the other eye remained dull and motionless.

Fortunately, it was not the opposite as what Mrs. Zhuang saw in her dream just now.

At least it shows that the real soul that exists now is still hers.

Yes, that's right, she is still her.

Compared to the dreams of others, she believes in her own dreams more.

Zhuang Li looked at his own eyes in the mirror. A whirlpool appeared in his eyes. The whirlpool grew bigger and bigger, covering the entire mirror surface. A shadowy figure was churning in the mirror.

"Feizi..." Mrs. Zhuang shouted in a trembling voice, grabbing Mr. Zhuang's arm, "She can't wake up, what should we do? What should we do?"

Mr. Zhuang held up a lamp.

The dim light seen in the mirror at this time had a long wick extending from Mr. Zhuang's arm to his heart.

The burning wick was not the dim yellow color seen in the previous dream, but a bright red one.

Zhuang Li couldn't help but put her hand on her chest. It turned out that her master had burned his heart and soul to find her.

The dense forest and thick fog were illuminated and dispersed by the burning soul lamps, reflecting the gems around the mirror, making it shine even brighter.

Zhuang Li looked at the figure gradually emerging in the thick fog.

"Fei Zi——" Mrs. Zhuang shouted with joy.

He rushed out from the darkness on the side, as if rushing towards the figure.

The soul lamp illuminated her face.

The mirror flickered and Zhuang Li froze. That was not Madam Zhuang!

That was a strange man!

It turned out that the person who was supporting Mr. Zhuang was not Mrs. Zhuang!