"The second dream."
There was an endless stretch of pure white in all directions, as if it was a cool and soft fog. Amidst the fog, there were layers upon layers of mountain ranges. There was no sky, no earth. The huge space was like chaos, giving people an unreal feeling as if they were floating in it.
An Yesun looked around. It was strange, but also familiar. The sound of hurried footsteps interrupted his thoughts. An Yesun turned around and caught sight of Jiang Liechen's smile, which was like a red silk. Whether it was his unruly gaze or the two jugs of wine in his hands, An Yesun felt that everything was still early, that they were still young, and that everything had not happened yet.
Perhaps it was indeed an illusion. An Yesun stared at Jiang Liechen's face, which was clean and without a mask, as if it was illuminated by a soft light. An Yesun was slightly confused. Was he dreaming now, or was he dreaming before?
"It's not a dream," Jiang Liechen said, looking at his brother of many years and shaking his head with a smile. "None of it is a dream."
"Let's drink first. We'll talk about the rest later." The jugs of wine were thrown on a stone table that had appeared out of nowhere. The crisp knocking sound was accompanied by a special string sound. An Yesun knew that it was useless to think too much. He sat down cross-legged without saying anything and picked up a jug of wine in front of him.
"Ding —" The jugs of wine clinked, producing a strange bell sound. An Yesun and Jiang Liechen continuously toasted each other and began to drink jug after jug of wine. The wine tasted really good. The cool and refreshing taste was mixed with a slightly tipsy sweetness. Was it the taste of peach blossoms? An Yesun paused and shook his head. It was not the mellow fragrance of peach blossoms, but more like bamboo leaves. There was also a hint of a storm.
A storm? An Yesun was almost amused by his own analogy. He had drunk wine his whole life. He had never thought that one day he would use the word "storm" to describe a type of wine.
Jiang Liechen narrowed his eyes and looked at him with curved eyes. Did he also find it interesting? An Yesun suddenly wanted to know.
"It tastes good?" Jiang Liechen used his fingertips to scratch the carvings on the jug. He lazily raised his head and looked at An Yesun, who nodded vigorously. "I think it's good too. I like it a lot."
"And then?" An Yesun did not understand what he wanted to say. He just did not want to remain silent.
"And then, there's nothing. Trust me."
"Hmm …" Dark Night Death was a little confused, but he felt at ease, as secure as a castle. His eyelids were fighting, but he still forced himself to open his eyes wide and asked, "Can I?"
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The girl's bell-like laughter came from the depths of the forest. "Brother, rabbit! Rabbit! "
An Yesun instinctively looked towards the source of the sound. A little girl in a beige dress was running barefoot, chasing a small pure white rabbit. There was no one else around. It was very quiet.
An Yesun did not hesitate to rush forward. He tacitly agreed that "Brother" was his exclusive nickname. From afar, a childish voice came from behind. "Brother, do your best! Do your best! "
An Yesun smiled, revealing two white canine teeth. The snow-white rabbit sprinted to the east and jumped to the west. An Yesun chased after it with all his might. His body swayed, and his feet barely touched the ground as he pounced on the rabbit. An Yesun was greatly satisfied by the fluffy grass. He stood up, grabbed the rabbit by its long ears, and shook it at the girl behind him. The little girl looked surprised and happy. Her hair tie was loose, and her long black hair flowed in the wind like a young pigeon flapping its wings.
"Brother!" The pitter-patter of her little feet approached. The little girl suddenly opened her arms with her big eyes. It was unclear whether she wanted An Yesun to hug her or the rabbit.
An Yesun hesitated for a moment, then immediately placed the rabbit in the little girl's hands. The little girl looked up at him excitedly. "Brother Yun!"
An Yesun was stunned.
"Menglin …"
Little Menglin happily played with the rabbit's ears. The sunlight in the dense forest scattered on Menglin's pink little face. Facing the light, one could see the hairs on her cheeks that were like unripe peaches. An Yesun stood there in a daze, staring straight at Menglin.
I really want to bite you …
Just as he was about to blurt out those words, Dark Night Death bit his tongue and changed his words.
"Is this your loot?"
"No!" Little Menglin looked at him seriously. "This is my friend."
Friend? That's a familiar word.
"Don't you want to eat it? Or something?"
"No way, I'll let it go."
An Yesun couldn't help but stroke her head.
"I'll listen to you."
Little Menglin smiled under the flowing sunlight. She was as warm as an eternal beauty.
Freedom, happiness, simple love and happiness.
"The fourth dream."
Pure white clouds rushed and flowed like a vast waterfall. The sea of clouds gathered and dispersed around An Yesun's body. A wide staircase of black and white piano keys extended from the horizon. If you added Angel's white and tender little wings, this place could be confirmed as heaven.
Unfortunately, there was nothing here. An Yesun waited for a long time, but no one came to tell him whether the staircase was a ghost summoning him or heaven welcoming him. An Yesun facepalmed. Forget it, let's go.
The clouds in front of him were even denser. They were like soft mud under Clay Figurine Zhang's control, baring their fangs and brandishing their claws. An Yesun stared for a long time and suddenly understood — this was a simple and unadorned village.
The scenery in front of him was so familiar that it was shocking.
The mottled and peeling walls, the fences covered with vines, the circling white pigeons, and the huge setting sun. The lazy laughter and ravings, the people coming and going were dressed in simple hemp clothes. Smoke was faintly discernible. Children were playing in the corner, and women were smiling as they leaned against the door frame. A stone mill was spinning, drawing circles.
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This was a place from a long time ago. An Yesun was glad that he still remembered.
An Yesun was born in this place.
He searched inexplicably. He didn't know what he was looking for, but he stubbornly kept walking. Gradually, An Yesun's footsteps turned into running. His figure flitted past the houses. An Yesun, who hated this place to the bone every time he thought of it, was like a helpless dandelion. He ran everywhere but could never find a place to stay.
It was time for the dandelion to go home.
In the depths of the clouds, he finally saw two figures side by side. An Yesun suddenly felt that he had finally found something. He slowed down, and tears welled up in his eyes. He opened his eyes wide to prevent his tears from blurring his gaze as he scrutinized the two people.
The two people were exactly the same as in his memory. There was no difference at all.
The two people walked over. The woman opened her arms, and her eyes were full of pity. The man seemed to want to say something, but he sighed and patted An Yesun's head.
"Child, cry if you want to."
Father, Mother … He stood there in a daze, silently reciting the two names that had never given him warmth. A warm current flowed through his heart.
An Yesun closed his eyes and stiffly fell into the woman's arms. He bit his lower lip and cried bitterly.
Father, Mother … I felt so wronged when you weren't around all these years.
It was so hard, so wronged, so … tired.
His mother, who had passed away early, stroked his jet-black hair with her fingers and smiled warmly. "It's okay. Mother is here. Mother will protect you."
An Yesun looked up at her. "Is there still a chance?"
His silent father blinked at An Yesun. His mother replied, "Yes, there will always be a chance. Sometimes, there is more than one key to a door.
"What we are tired of, we will complete it.
"What we are struggling to free, we will free them.
"What we are sleeping, we will wake them up.
"What we have lost, we will find it back."
His parents hugged him tightly. An Yesun had never felt so deeply about his "existence" before. He closed his eyes in peace and his consciousness sank into the chaos.
Thank you.
"Fruit."
An Yesun found himself rowing a small boat.
It was night on all sides, and the night was thin. This was the sign of dawn.
But An Yesun couldn't hold on any longer. He couldn't see the beautiful dawn. An Yesun looked around, hoping to find a place to rest.
Below the small boat, there was a boundless black sea. There was no land in sight. The sea extended without limit, and it seemed calm and without waves.
Behind An Yesun was the dark sky. In the sky, half of the stars had fallen. Countless meteors broke through the sky, leaving behind bright marks. But they were only passersby. Even if someone witnessed this magnificent scene, they would only say, "I once saw a beautiful meteor shower!" No one's life would change because of this. In fact, this thought was laughable.
An Yesun was silent. He looked ahead. There was a huge hanging moon, and its surface was emitting a gentle luster. It was like an egg that was too round, or a huge piece of flawless jade. The small boat moved quickly, and the egg jade was getting closer and closer to him. An Yesun suddenly found a pair of invisible wings behind it, dragging the egg jade upwards. Unfortunately, the egg jade was too heavy, and it couldn't fly.
This guy, perhaps, wasn't the moon. It was actually a cocoon.
An Yesun soared into the air and rushed towards the cocoon with his qinggong. Just as he was about to fall, the cocoon flew over leisurely, and a small door opened in the middle.
An Yesun climbed up by holding onto the door frame. He saw that it was very dark inside. An Yesun hesitated for a moment, but he didn't hesitate anymore and stepped into the huge cocoon.
The small door closed, and there was no more sound.
Before the door closed, An Yesun heard someone say this.
"You've worked hard."
An Yesun smiled in relief and didn't answer the voice.
He thought for a moment and said:
"Goodbye."
[End]
(Longer than the main article) Epilogue
I started thinking about this article a year ago, and it dragged on until now. I feel sorry for the readers (there aren't many). In the middle of it, ideas came out, and then I pushed them down. After that, I started thinking about new ideas. In the end, I settled on this form to express my feelings for the child named An Yesun.
The first part wasn't what I wanted to write, but for the sake of the story's rationality, I forced the plot to take a turn. After I finished writing, I felt conflicted. It was too forced, so please don't criticize me …
So, let's talk about the part I wanted to write — the dream.
The cause of the dream was actually hinting that An Yesun would die after this dream, but I was too embarrassed to say it out loud, so I didn't mention the word 'die' until the end of the story. I thought about it again and again. To let An Yesun start a new life happily was as difficult as Harry Potter and Voldemort shaking hands and making peace. So, I could only let Xiao Yun suffer a little.
What would a person do when they were about to die? Of course, they would look back on their life. If they felt happy, they would smile and ascend to the heavens. If they felt a little regretful, they would make a 'two' hand sign and remind their nephew that there were two rushes in the oil lamp. If they burned it, the money would be gone. Thus, Lil 'Yun put on a smile, and peacefully reflected on his life in his dream.
What did Xiao Yun lack the most in his life? According to my understanding, it was recognition. It didn't matter if his status was stolen, or if his lover was stolen, it didn't matter. He could find a friend, drink a few bottles of Erguotou, and get up the next day to continue fighting.
But Xiao Yun was so lonely that he didn't even have a friend. He was the only one who could bear all the consequences. He had no lover, no family, no (?) Brothers didn't have any lovers (in the past, he had some, but they were all killed). So, he was distressed and had to bear all these secondary disasters. He didn't even have a place to complain to. So, Xiao Yun tried his best to become stronger, to climb higher. But the medicine wasn't the right medicine! In fact, the self-esteem that he saw as everything was nothing. It would only make him more and more lonely, and in the end, he would be trapped in a vicious cycle until he died. After that, Lil 'Yun had a very, very long dream. In his dream, there was a pure and holy girl named Chu Menglin who came to save him. In his imagination, he pursued her with all his might, using that as his only motivation. If he lost this motivation, then the dark and depraved external environment would undoubtedly destroy him.
Once an author who was just a junior high school student a few days ago understood this, then everything would be solved. She wanted her big life to obtain everything in his dreams.
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