"After getting drunk, I don't know that the sky is in the water, and the boat is full of clear dreams and the galaxy is pressing down on the sky."

Of course they wouldn't understand what it means, because this poem comes from Lin Xun's world.

He closed his eyes, couldn't open it, and his body was at mercy.

He could hear the conversation between Lin Qing and the woman named Sichun, but he could not move.

Maybe they didn't expect that an ordinary human could still maintain consciousness.

The last feeling was that Lin Qing carried his neck and walked for a long time, gradually getting warmer around him, and then he was thrown to somewhere.

This time, Lin Xun fell asleep.

The dream gradually became deeper, and he dreamed of something, "Lin Xun" in his childhood.

In the heart of the dead "Lin Xun", those things are just childhood fantasies and cannot be true.

But in Lin Xun's opinion, that was not an illusion at all.

Although in his dream, he could only be a spectator...

...

It was an hour near dusk.

The sky is high in autumn, and the ginkgo trees in the yard are covered with yellow leaves. Lin Xun sat on the stone steps in the backyard, watching his grandmother pushing open the wooden door of the yard wall, holding a broom, and twilight behind him, and walking under the ginkgo trees.

Since I became sensible, my grandmother has been repeating this action, sweeping lightly, sweeping again and again, day after day, year after year.

Put the fallen ginkgo leaves spread on the ground together, then put them together and clean them carefully again until the yellow leaves on the ground are cleaned.

The old man didn't like to talk, he just swept, swept, swept...

After a long time, Lin Xun became ignorant when he heard the interesting sound of the broom.

In his opinion, the fallen leaves of ginkgo are beautiful, and they are swept so clean and left an empty piece of land, and they always feel that something is missing.

Lin Xun wanted her grandmother to leave some fallen leaves, but she didn't listen and left with a broom on her own.

He was so angry that he didn't know what he was angry about.

"Are you a child of the Lin family?"

He suddenly heard someone whispering.

Lin Xun raised his head, the afterglow of the setting sun seemed to make the world a little hazy, and the figure in front of him was not so real.

"Who are you?"

I couldn't see the person in front of me clearly in my dream, but his voice was very friendly. The only thing I could remember was the cloud patterns woven on his long robe and the corners of his cuffs.

"Do you eat? Let's go, I'll take you to eat!"

He didn't keep getting closer, just talking, with a smile in his voice.

"Grandmother said, you can't eat whatever strangers give you..."

As soon as she finished speaking, the figure holding a broom appeared again. She stood under the ginkgo tree, her gray hair was set against the mottled wrinkles. The autumn sunset passed through the gaps of the ginkgo tree's leaves and fell on her body dotted.

Lin Xun suddenly felt that the person in front of him seemed to have been waiting for a long time.

"The little guy is quite cautious, I..."

Before he could finish his words, grandmother had already thrown away the broom and approached him.

"You're back..."

Grandma's voice was trembling.

He reached out and pressed his grandmother's shoulder, as if he opened his mouth, but said nothing. After hugging for a moment, he smiled and said, "It took some time to steal their names."

"In the future, the demons in Jingting's land will listen to you."

Later, Lin Xun heard what the two said, no matter how unpleasant it was.

That night, the Lin family seemed to be holding a banquet, and Lin Xun was forcibly wearing a long cloud pattern gown. Because of his small figure, he always looked a little out of character.

As the night fell, all kinds of people were wearing all kinds of strange clothes, slowly emerging from the darkness of thick ink and colorful.

Lin Xun looked left and right, curiously, the old house that was usually affluent, seemed to suddenly become much bigger at this moment.

A pattern like his clothes slowly appeared on the purple-red column, a cloud.

Only two people have such patterns, one is him, and the other is the man who was asked by his grandmother to call him grandfather.

The scene is getting more and more lively.

Soon, a white lantern suddenly appeared in the dark outside the gate, and the lantern was written with a deep and heavy word Li.

Before the visitor could appear, a faint laugh came.

"There are people coming to Mount Li, people coming to Mount Li!"

A scream of surprise and joy came from a woman's mouth. She stumbled to the ground, like a wave. As soon as she fell, the rest of the people in the courtyard also knelt down.

A strange atmosphere like sinking surged out from the word "Li", like a gust of cold wind suddenly surged in the clear midsummer. Lin Xun wanted to see clearly, but was surrounded by people and came to the front door with his grandfather.

The white lanterns separated left and right, leaving a small path. Lin Xun saw a small white figure - a little girl walked out of the darkness, perhaps when she arrived at a strange place, her eyes were a little trembling.

What happened that night flashed quickly like a quick glance...

When I could hear the sound again, it was my grandfather who was talking.

"Lin Xun, my grandfather will take you to a fun place. I'll pick you up in ten years, okay?"

Lin Xun raised his head in a daze, and the shadow of the eaves was cast on his grandfather's face, but he still couldn't see it clearly.

“Is it far away there?”

"Somewhat far, but it's safe there, you can grow up well..."

"What's the name there?"

"Call the earth."

"The Earth...What a strange name."

"Not surprising, it's the hometown of my grandfather,"

He solemnly took something from his thumb and put it in Lin Xun's palm, "You put this ring away. If you lose it, you can't go home. Do you remember?"

Lin Xun nodded vigorously: "Yes!"

The autumn wind swept the fallen leaves of ginkgo, swept across the courtyard wall, and flew high towards the sky. The sky was high and lonely, and there was no one...

boom--

As if his brain was hit hard, Lin Xun suddenly woke up from his sleep.

There seemed to be something in the palm of my palm, hard.

He lowered his head and saw a black iron ring lying quietly in the palm of his hand.

Seven years old, two souls exchanged.

Am I a person from this world?

Ten years later, go home...

Therefore, the "Lin Xun" did not die, and his soul returned to the earth and back to himself.

Perhaps at this moment, that "Lin Xun" is also dreaming about the vague memories before the age of seven.

It's incredible...

I turned my head and took a look. The place where I was lying was the sofa, and the backyard outside the house in front of me was the backyard.

The ginkgo tree was full of leaves, but this time it was green.

A white crow stood on the wall, looking at him with his head tilted.

The whole mansion was silent and there was no one.

Lin Qing thought he was going to school.

But in my memory, I don’t have any sisters, and I have never seen my parents since I was a child.

Ten years later, there is an extra sister, a pair of parents, but there is no grandmother who always walks around the yard with a broom, and the grandfather who can't see clearly.

Many things have changed.

The white crow suddenly flapped its wings and fell into the courtyard.

It opened its beak and spoke:
Chapter completed!