Chapter 337 An unending dream
"If I could have a little more courage..."
When An Ming opened his eyes, the scene before him was a dim bedroom.
The computer screen on the desk was lit with a dim light.
Sitting on the seat is a sculpture looking up at the ceiling, wearing ordinary casual clothes.
The sculpture echoes as if it were inner speech, reverberating in the small room.
An Ming likes small bedrooms very much, which can give him a lot of sense of security. Yes... this was his bedroom before he traveled through time, and it is also his room.
When he left, the world remained the same as it was then, without changing even a little bit, as if it was frozen in a certain moment.
"Is this my dream...?"
An Ming smiled bitterly for a moment, turned around and pushed open the bedroom door.
The seemingly light door took all his strength to push open. Extremely cold ice and snow poured out from the gap in the door. An Ming gritted his teeth and pushed the door open. In an instant, a vast expanse of white submerged his entire vision.
Even the small bedroom behind was buried in an instant.
The statue of An Ming standing among the ice and snow huddled in the corner of the alley, watching the snowflakes flowing between the cold stone slabs without blinking.
"There is no such thing as eternity in this world."
“Everything has its end.”
The sound of the sculpture seemed to be telling something, but it was quietly broken after An Ming passed by.
Amidst the endless snow and wind stands a magnificent temple. Transparent ice crystals form stairs, with bloody footprints that have not yet dried up printed on them, forming a road leading to the end of despair.
The six-phase ice is right there.
The pure white girl's body was gradually covered by ice, and her pink-blue eyes looked at An Ming tenderly, until even this tenderness was frozen into eternity by the ice.
"—!"
The biting cold wind blew An Ming away suddenly, as if he had passed through the cold winter and arrived in midsummer in an instant.
An Ming fell into a pond. Fireflies emitting green light surrounded his cheeks, like a kiss, or like they were reluctant to leave.
The sculpture dressed in iron cavalry stood on the edge of the pond, holding a flaming sword and facing An Ming.
"Fireflies fly into fire."
"Live to die."
"You can continue to burn until you complete your mission!"
The greatsword burst out with lava-like fire of life, while the other hand wrapped in the iron cavalry pulled An Ming out of the pond with force.
The iron cavalry sculpture revealed An Ming's cheek covered with golden cracks, and in an instant it turned into the gentle profile of a firefly.
"An Ming... don't forget me."
She said with a smile, and then disappeared like a firefly.
No matter how hard An Ming reached out his hand, he couldn't feel even a trace of warmth.
The firefly's warmth, like a lover's kiss, brought An Ming to the ruined formation.
Fu Xuan turned his back to him and whispered softly: "The probability observed by the Great Evolution Observation Formation is almost zero."
She didn't look at An Ming, but she seemed to be facing An Ming.
"I didn't talk to you."
Fu Xuan spoke to the air that An Ming could not see, and then slowly turned around, reaching out his hand as if across time and space, or across the entire world, and gently stroked An Ming's cheek.
"They all said that this is something that only I can do. In fact, divination and other things are not important. As long as I imagine what you look like in my heart, I will definitely be able to convey it."
"Those words will be blocked even if you say them, so just say something that can be heard."
"An Ming, I love you."
Fu Xuan looked at him gently and said nothing more.
An Ming couldn't touch Fu Xuan, they were not even in the same time and space.
This is clearly a dream, but why is everything so real? When exactly did this memory come from?
Such memories had never appeared in the simulations with Liuying and Fu Xuan, so where did these scenes come from? In addition to the simulations, what else did he forget?
An Ming covered his head, feeling that the world was turning upside down. He wondered what kind of past he had experienced in this universe before coming to the space station.
No one can give him a real answer. All the fragments of memory are waiting in the simulation to be pieced together into a complete past.
"An unending dream~"
The song of the robin is still very recognizable. An Ming can lower his head and see the vinyl player on the classical record player. The album of Hope Has Feathers and Wings is slowly spinning on it.
The most peaceful sculpture here is the one of An Ming standing by the windowsill and looking at the moon, with the bright moon reflected in his eyes.
When the familiar fox mask fell into An Ming's palm, he knew that this dream was about to come to an end.
They all gently encouraged him to keep moving forward, and even though they couldn't see what the future would look like, they always believed that he could create miracles.
After all, meeting them is a miracle.
An Ming is walking on the road of dreams, his back is a mottled silhouette of the past. He will piece together the puzzle of the past step by step, and then walk towards a future that he has never been to with the wishes of the past.
Looking back, his dream was full of darkness without any light.
Only the encounter with them turns into lights, embellishing the longest dawn.
Even if it's just a tiny flickering light.
"You've slept for so long, Xing will laugh at you," San Yueqi's beautiful pink-blue eyes appeared in the center of the field of vision, revealing a lively smile.
"Lazy pig Anming."
Fu Xuan snorted and reached out his hand to rub his cheek hard.
"Huh? Why are you crying..." Liuying gently wiped away the tears from An Ming's eyes and smiled, "Did you dream about something sad? It's okay, I will hug you."
"no..."
Xing stood there silently, staring into Dr. Edward's eyes for a long time. Should she go up to him and say some ambiguous love words at this time?
This is not right! So she is the only one who is isolated, right?
"An Ming is such a crybaby," San Yueqi recalled that he always saw An Ming crying, which made people want to hold him in their arms and comfort him.
Well~ She is also a beautiful girl who can be An Ming’s mother!
"I just dreamed that Xuan'er was beaten to tears by Yingbao with the Rising Dragon Fist, so I cried," An Ming's old face turned red and he coughed a few times, quickly finding an excuse.
How can I always cry in front of my wives? It's not manly at all. I can only blame this weird dream.
"Tsk, be careful or I'll punch you and make you cry!" Fu Xuan snorted in dissatisfaction. Even if she couldn't beat Sam, one punch from her could make the soft Liuying cry for a long time.
Liuying chuckled, "I'm not that violent."
Lighting up the sea of stars and the like were all done by Sam. What does it have to do with her firefly?
"Doctor, is that dream really mine?" An Ming asked, wanting to get some definite answer.
"That was your dream, or maybe it was one of your dreams."