As he raised his eyes, Jing Liu saw everything in front of him clearly: This is a city that is completely different from Xianzhou. The lights of the tall buildings shine brightly like stars in the night sky, embellishing the outline of the city. The lights illuminated the trees and buildings on the roadside, making the shadows long and distant. Pedestrians and vehicles were flowing in an orderly manner, neon lights were flashing, and billboards of various stores were swaying gently in the breeze. Jingliu has forgotten many things. She forgot how many places she had been to, how many people she had met, and what delicious food she had eaten. I have also forgotten how many times I have gone on expeditions and how many rich and evil things I have conquered. Only Jinyun, only everything related to him, she still remembers deeply. She remembered leaning on Jinyun's arms when she was a child, and he pointed to the picture cards in the children's books and patiently taught her about the world.
I also remember him teaching me that the iron boxes on the road are called "cars", the stone pillars lined up one after another are called "buildings", and the street lights, trees, streets... Those memories that she regarded as treasures came flooding back like a tide. "Jinyun..." "I finally dreamed of your hometown." Jingliu felt a little sour at the tip of his nose. She walked through the streets like a wandering soul with a dull look on her face, following Jinyun's instructions and waiting for the traffic lights when crossing the road like everyone else. Her attire was out of place with the people around her, but the endless stream of people ignored her. After all, it was just a dream. "Since it's just a dream, it's okay for me to see him..." "Jinyun, where are you?" Jingliu covered her chest with her hands. In the deepest part of her heart, some indescribable intuition had been guiding her. "Is it over there?" She followed her intuition, crossed dozens of long streets with rushing vehicles, walked through dozens of crowded streets, and crossed several overpasses. She crossed the embankment where the river was gurgling, ran across the misty hillside, and came to a slightly old village in the city. Jinyun, where are you? She closed her eyes and felt the intuition in her heart. Gradually, all the tangible objects around gradually disappeared, and a bright light quietly lit up in the long night. She felt like she was back in her childhood. In the boring and monotonous martial arts arena, she suddenly saw Jinyun returning from his travels in the distance. 【Master~】
"Master..." Jingliu suddenly looked up and took a step forward. [She cheered, jumped off the martial arts stage, and walked through the crowded and noisy crowd] She walked up the stairs nervously and walked through the corridor covered with advertisements. [She was delighted, and every step she took was like the nimble leap of a swallow] She was worried, and every step she took felt as heavy as if it were filled with cement. Finally, she walked through the door. In the dim and silent room, only a ray of moonlight shines through the window. An ordinary young man was lying on the bed, his eyes closed and his face peacefully sleeping. The moonlight was shining on his side, shimmering a cool and bright white. He is not like Jinyun, and does not have that strength and sharpness. But he is Jinyun, with that unchanging, identical gentleness, Jingliu will not make a mistake. I finally dreamed of you again. [She threw herself into the other's arms without hesitation] Jingliu climbed onto the bed, wanting to touch the other person's body. She stretched out her hand tremblingly, and the moment her fingertips touched the other person's cheek, she missed. Her fingers went straight through the other person's cheek. how come...... Jingliu looked down at his hands, which were vaguely visible in the shadows of the moonlight. She couldn't help but laugh at herself, with bitterness flowing in her eyes. Yeah, how could I forget. It's just a dream. Chapter 70 Mirror Flow? Is that you? Regret and pity are like fleeting shadows, leaving a slight chill in Jingliu's heart and then passing away. She is no longer young, and the trials of time and blood have made her more open-minded about everything. Of course, it is also possible that as we age, our memory fades and our mentality becomes increasingly cold. This regret and sadness did not linger on like a nightmare. Jingliu was already grateful that he had finally dreamed of his lover. Why would he spend so much time and energy arguing with regrets? At this moment, she just wanted to immerse herself in this fleeting fantasy and use everything she had to experience this fleeting dream.
She wanted to use her lips to taste the untouchable softness of her lover. She wants to use her eyes to appreciate her lover's impeccable face. She wants to use her hands to touch the constant warmth of her lover. She wanted to use her nose to inhale the calm and warm breath of her lover. Even though it was all in vain, even though she could never really touch her lover's cheek. But so what? Just seeing you is enough. Jingliu floated off the bed and sat beside Jinyun like a wandering soul. Even though her attempts were fruitless, she still reached out her hand to the other person's face and gently simulated the action of caressing the other person's cheek. Then she stood up. Even though she knew she had no body and would not make any sound, she was still light and cautious, for fear of disturbing her lover's sleep. "Is this where Jinyun once lived?" With this thought in mind, Jingliu began to wander around the room. Obviously, this was just a dream and should not have any reference value, but she had an intuition in her heart that made her firmly believe that "this is where Jinyun lived." She paced to the wall where a calendar was hanging. Although there were obviously no signs of it being flipped, it could be judged from the 2030 in the top column of the calendar that the year here was 2030. Is it the year 2030? It was 6300 years ago when Cangcheng was destroyed... No way...... Jing Liu looked at Jin Yun with an expression full of astonishment, which turned into deep sadness after a moment: "No wonder your demonic body broke out so suddenly..." "Have you lived more than four thousand years before you met me?" "I'm so sorry, Jinyun, it's all my fault for being late." "If only I could have been born earlier, if only I could have grown up with you..." Jing Liu sighed, and an inextricable sorrow flowed and swirled in her amber eyes. Suddenly, she noticed a photo frame on the table. The photo inside is naturally of Jinyun. He stood between the two old men with a smile on his face, full of the vigor and vitality of a young man in fine clothes and a vigorous horse. Jing Liu couldn't help but raise the corner of his mouth. "Jinyun, you don't seem to have changed much since then."
"The Earth is such a magical planet." "Is this true for everyone here, or are you the only one who's special?" She stretched out her hand and wanted to touch the photo, but unfortunately, her fingers passed through it the moment they touched the photo. The curve of the corners of his mouth froze at this moment, and then a faint sigh sounded in the room. Jingliu's gaze shifted to the two elderly people next to him. They were probably Jinyun's parents, and their temples were gradually graying. Seeing this, Jingliu couldn't help but feel a little nervous and subconsciously wanted to check whether his clothes were appropriate. In Xianzhou, a place that values ethics and traditional customs, meeting the parents is a very solemn thing in the eyes of most Xianzhou people. Make an appointment, dress neatly, prepare gifts, act naturally when meeting, be respectful and polite to elders, and be positive and enthusiastic... The moment the fingers passed through his body, Jingliu suddenly stopped moving. I...... I'm such an idiot, what am I doing... If Bai Heng Jingyuan and the others saw me like this, they would definitely make fun of me, right? [That cold girl, could she actually be a fangirl? ] Oh, she will definitely say that. Jing Liu smiled helplessly and turned his gaze to the last person in the photo. She was a lady with a graceful and elegant figure. Her gray-ink shoulder-length hair was neatly styled, with a few white and silver strands in it. Her cold face was delicate and beautiful, and even in the photos she gave people a feeling of aloofness and indifference. But in this photo, she still showed a gentle smile to the camera. Judging from her position in the photo, she is standing next to Jinyun's mother. Although she has her hands in her pockets and looks a little unfamiliar, she looks like a member of this family no matter how you look at it. "Jinyun never told me that he had a sister..." "What is the relationship between this woman and Jinyun?" Faintly, a feeling of sourness that I had never experienced before spread in my heart. Jingliu couldn't describe what the feeling was, he just knew that his throat was a little dry, his nose was sour, and his heart felt as sour as if he had eaten the vinegar-braised spareribs made by Bai Heng. She was a little confused, after all, this had never happened before. Then comes regret and jealousy. She couldn't help but mutter in her heart: "If only it were me standing there." "It would be great if I was the one who accompanied Jinyun all the way to grow up."
"But this is a photo from 2030. So much time has passed. You should have turned into dust by now, right?"