Butterfly Dream of Longevity Tribulation

The familiar study, the arrangement of tables and chairs, and the rough amber on the table in front of her made Yang Yuqing tremble all over. The light from the desk lamp on the table was very bright, and the light and shadow just hit the alarm clock, nine ten ten.

She's only been away for 10 minutes?That sneezing just took her out of this world for 10 minutes?

Maybe everything is just a dream, maybe she is still in the dream.

She was a little confused, and raised her hand to pinch her thigh fiercely.

"Oh! It hurts! It hurts to death! Is it a dream? I'm awake?" Yang Yuqing murmured to herself, but there was pain lingering in her heart, and even the corners of her eyes were still a little sore, as if she had just cried.

Everything was so real, but it was like a dream, so she couldn't tell clearly.

The tightness in her chest made her a little out of breath, she opened the window smoothly, and a cool fragrance blew across her cheeks with the wind, making her freeze in front of the window.

She knew that those who loved her had indeed appeared.

It's just that she left them in that world, but she herself fled back to this cold and heartless world full of steel and concrete everywhere.

She looked up at the night sky, and found that the stars tonight were extraordinarily bright, and the stars all over the sky were shining with dazzling and brilliant brilliance, which made her a little dazed.

The lights in the house flickered on and off, and the wind in the winter night was a bit chilly. She sighed softly and closed the window.

Sitting blankly in front of the desk, looking at the amber on the table with a lavender halo all over her body, her heart beat suddenly quickened, she tremblingly held the piece of amber in her palm, and adjusted the light of the desk lamp to the brightest.

Picking up the magnifying glass on the table, she carefully observed the amber that made her heart beat for no reason.

Sure enough, there was a dark green bamboo leaf condensed in the center of the amber. When she looked closer, the bamboo leaf trembled slightly, which made her froze, and pressed the amber tightly to her heart. A sour, tears have fallen silently.

Early the next morning, when the sun was just rising, she put the amber in a wooden flowerpot, transplanted some of the most fertile soil in the yard, watered some spring water, and placed it in the most sunny place in the yard. The place.

She still works nine to five, squeezes the subway bus to and from get off work, and takes a look at the amber in the flower pot as soon as she gets home.

She didn't know why, but when she wanted to do this, she always felt that there was a voice in the dark guiding her. One day, a man in a light blue gown would walk out of the amber. Has a tall and tall figure.

It was the man she had loved deeply in that world.

This day is the fifteenth day of the eighth lunar month, the night of the full moon in the Mid-Autumn Festival.

As usual, it was nearly midnight when she came home from overtime work.

When I walked to the study room, I felt that there seemed to be a faint green brilliance flashing outside the window. I was curious, so I walked to the window and pushed it open.

But I saw the moonlight covering the courtyard, the center of the courtyard was shimmering with green light, the woody fragrance in the air was getting stronger and stronger, a gust of breeze blew past, and I could only hear soft whispers coming from my ears.

"Meng'er..."

She trembled all over and couldn't believe her ears, but what she saw in front of her eyes was indeed the man in the blue shirt, the black hair like ink, the handsome man.

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