fairy wife

At the same time, Qiuqiu also noticed that there are quite a lot of these broken things like burnt beams in this city.Wherever there are burned houses, such things probably exist.

If this kind of thing popped up in every house - it wouldn't be fun at all.

Although looking at the ashes now makes people feel uncomfortable.It was as if something was stuck in my throat, I couldn't swallow it, and I couldn't spit it out, no matter how I thought about it, I felt uncomfortable.

Everyone is unique in this world. No matter who sees himself being copied and killed in front of his face, it is not a pleasant experience.

Qiuqiu was still more curious about how Guan Wei could tell the real from the fake at a glance.Let her say it herself, she can't tell the difference between her and that knockoff at a glance.Of course, she has fire, and this little guy is harder to fake.But just now, Huo'er killed the fake before he even had time to get on the stage, and the speed was astonishing as lightning.

The guard sat cross-legged on one side of the fire, leaning on a sword in one hand, tied up his long hair with a black hairband that was as black as his clothes, and lowered his eyes to adjust his breathing.Qiuqiu sat on the side of the fire with her knees hugged, her head tilted slightly, as if she had fallen asleep.

Guan Wei's eyes fell on her.

how to say?

Just now, Qiuqiu asked him how he could tell the truth at a glance, but he really couldn't tell.

The first time I saw it, I knew it was fake, and there was no reason for it.

Qiuqiu didn't sleep well.

Almost as soon as she closed her eyes, she found herself in a dream.

It was vague, but I vaguely understood it in my heart.But he couldn't get rid of everything in front of him.

She was sitting on the side of a small sedan chair, the curtains on both sides were rolled up, and she could clearly see that it was late spring outside, and catkins were flying lightly all over the sky.

There was such a small ball that flew into the sedan chair.

Snow white, soft and fluffy.

She saw that she stretched out her hand to catch the ball of catkins. After a while, the catkins were twisted into a thin thread in her hand, and it was time to get off the sedan chair.

The garden is not too big.The peach blossoms have come to an end, and they are so gorgeous that they are a bit wasteful.

She thought to herself, she finally got home...

The little uneasiness in her heart was completely thrown away by her.

In the open window, someone was writing under the window, and she glanced through the window.The man in the window looked up and smiled at her, and she smiled too, a little shy.

This person should be her husband... But why is there a small voice in my heart saying dismissively, "Who is this person? I don't know him at all".

"came back?"

She nodded in response: "Yes."

"Is the marriage going well?"

"It's very lively, the hall is full of guests, and the running water seats are all placed on the street." She walked into the room and washed her hands.Roll up your sleeves and grind ink for him.

"Tired? I'm sick and can't go with you."

"I don't feel tired, and it's too lively there. The gongs, drums, and firecrackers are shaking my head, and I still feel the buzzing in my ears. Next time there is such a thing, I don't want to go."

The people beside him smiled, as if they had seen through her insincere words.

This kind of plain and quiet happiness is the feeling that others say that the years are quiet, right?

But... something still feels wrong.

The person who wrote was gently covering her hand, rubbing the ink with both hands.

His hands are slender.Her fingers are slender.Gently, evenly.Grinding it round and round, the ink slowly soaked in water and melted, almost overflowing the edge of the inkstone.

The red sleeves add fragrance, and the husband sings and the wife follows.

It's just not right.

Qiuqiu stopped rubbing the ink and put down the ink stick.

No, not right.

This is not her life, and he doesn't recognize the man beside her!

This is a nightmare, right?

When I thought of this, everything around me suddenly changed.Bright red blood trickled down from the man's forehead and flowed all over his face.There was a big fire all around, and some people ran screaming in panic.

She wanted to move, but couldn't.

A broken beam above her head dragged its flames and fell towards her.

Qiuqiu suddenly opened his eyes.

The guard noticed that she was short of breath, and was pressing one hand on her back to help her regulate her breath.

"what happened?"

"Nightmare." Qiuqiu settled down.

This is unusual.

Practitioners actually rarely dream. Sometimes, dreams may represent opportunities, but more often, they may be nightmares or inner demons.

Neither of these are good things.

Qiuqiu now feels that this abandoned city is downright evil.

There is not a positive opponent here, you know it's wrong, but you can't beat it.

Guan Wei heard footsteps first, and he stood up.

Shi'er walked in through the courtyard.

Qiuqiu was engrossed in this, is this real or fake?

Shi'er glanced at the two of them, and said indifferently, "You also met?"

Qiuqiu's inexplicable heart relaxed.

This is Shi'er.

Although she hasn't come close, and hasn't seen the eyes and subtleties, her feeling tells him that it's true.

Qiuqiu went up to him and took his hand.

"Why did you suddenly disappear? I...I also met a fake you."

Shi'er comforted her for the first time: "I made you worry, are you not hurt?"

Qiuqiu shook her head.

There was no injury, it was just this kind of thing that made people feel uncomfortable.

And just now she encountered a nightmare.

"I suddenly appeared in another place in the city just now, and there are still obstacles, and it took a lot of effort to get out."

This time it was Qiuqiu's turn to be concerned: "Are you not injured? Are you in danger?"

"No. They confuse people's hearts, but they won't really hurt people."

Qiuqiu grabbed Shi'er and refused to let go, listening to him tell about his experience just now.

Shi'er is not a good narrator. Even if it is a very thrilling journey, he can still describe it in a few dry sentences.Qiuqiu wants to ask for details.He won't answer either.

He really excelled at using the pen to cut the spring and autumn.

"Have you ever met...the fake me?"

Shi'er nodded.

"Then...you killed me too?"

This is a bit strange to ask, but it's enough to understand the meaning.

Shi'er still nodded.

Qiuqiu looked at him and forced himself to hold back a long question.

She wanted to ask Shi'er what the fake Qiuqiu looked like, what she wanted to do to him, how long it took him to identify the real one, and whether he had experienced any violent psychological activities when he killed her Heaven and man at war or something.

After all... Even if it's fake, but with a face like hers, can he strike so happily?

Qiuqiu was silent, she didn't have much hope for Shi'er to be kind and soft-hearted.The caretaker will know.That flying sword cut off the head directly, like chopping melons and vegetables, how neat.

But if Shi'er asked her the other way around, what did the fakes she met want to do to her... This question is really not easy to answer.

That fake product didn't take any advantage of her, even if he took advantage of it a little bit, it wasn't Qiuqiu's fault.But Qiuqiu felt a little guilty for no reason.

She held Shi'er's hand and refused to let go.I'm afraid that if I let go, something will happen again.Either she disappeared, or he disappeared, and it was too disturbing to meet piles of fakes one after another.

Shi'er seemed to know what she was thinking, and shook her hand back.Also never let go.

In this moment when the night and the day were mixed, Qiuqiu looked at the ruins around her.I just feel more desolate.

In such a seemingly harmonious silence, the sun rose.The ghosts and ghosts of the night seemed to recede with the darkness, and the three of them set out on the road again.

Qiuqiu looked back at the dilapidated courtyard where she spent the night yesterday.

She was in a daze. In the morning mist, the old and dilapidated appearance of the yard seemed to be covered with a brand new shell. The eaves of the door were neat and the catkins were flying.

She turned her head.

They don't know the history of the city.It is not known what ever happened here, nor can it explain the appearance of these hallucinations.

Qiuqiu's toes touched something.She looks down.

It was the half inkstone she picked up in the house yesterday.

She bent down and picked it up.

Is it really a hallucination?

In the dream, she ground the ink, and there were exquisite embossed patterns on the edge of the inkstone.

Qiuqiu's eyes fell on the inkstone which was only half left.She bent down and put the inkstone on a stone platform before going out.

Perhaps before this place became ruins, there was indeed someone writing under the window in Chunri, and someone beside him was grinding ink for him.

But those are like the fluttering catkins of willow trees, like those hallucinations at night, they are no longer real.

Qiuqiu took two quick steps, keeping up with Shi'er and Guan Wei.

Their real challenge came on the third day.

The poisonous swamp, the poisonous mist, and the tiny poisonous insects that are almost invisible to the naked eye, they were trapped in this place with a radius of only tens of miles for two full days.

The following days were not easy, Qiuqiu quickly left the ruins of Huacheng behind, and had no time to think about those things.There are quite a few disciples who have entered the trial cave, but not all of them can go on unswervingly.Some people even failed to quit on the second floor.After passing through the third floor, almost only half of the people were left.

Until a long, long time later, Qiuqiu suddenly remembered her experience in the trial cave. Somehow, among so many obstacles and difficulties, she only had the deepest impression on that night in Huacheng.

What is difficult for people to recognize is not strangers, but the people around you who are with you day and night.

No, what is more difficult to recognize than the people around you is yourself.

Do you really understand yourself, know yourself?Do you know who you are and what you are doing?

Maybe many people have had such a flash in a certain moment.

who am I?

What am I doing?Why should I do this?

Is my life what I want it to be?

Does my life really make sense?

Maybe we have been trying so hard to be ourselves in the eyes of others, and we have forgotten what is really us. (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to vote for recommendations and monthly tickets. Your support is my biggest motivation.)

ps: The trial cave was originally intended to be written in one stroke, but I didn’t expect it to be so long, but the next chapter or tomorrow will end the trial trip, so hurry up and get down to business.

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