Chapter 954 Hallucination
It's like returning to the embryonic stage.
Shen Pianpian felt like she was wrapped in a pool of warm water, swaying with the movement of the mother's body.
But mixed with this warmth were the noisy sounds of wind and rain.
It was as if a crack had been split open in the chaotic world, and occasionally a few strands of cold rain and the sound of whistling wind would leak in through the crack.
Am I reborn again?
She thought vaguely.
Reborn in my mother's belly?
Such vague and fleeting thoughts soon disappeared in the gradually becoming confused and burning senses.
The originally warm and comfortable temperature seemed to start fluctuating.
For a moment she felt like she was back on a glacier in Alaska, naked.
After a while, she felt like she was in the recording studio of Deep Sea Radio. Not only was there no air conditioning, but there was also a stove burning in the whole room on a hot day.
When it’s cold, I wish I could shrink into a grain of rice.
When it's hot, I wish I could turn myself into a pool of water.
The strange and painful feeling made her frown involuntarily.
The sound of the wind was still blowing, just like the temperature in her body, sometimes near and sometimes far away, making her wonder if there was something wrong with her ears.
The blood is cold and the skin is hot.
At some point, her body rolled with the waves and her head hit a hard and cold object.
The pain woke her up a little.
Shen Pianpian's eyelashes trembled, and she opened her eyes with difficulty, leaving a small and tired look.
As soon as she opened her eyes, a little water fell into her pupils. The astringent feeling made her blink involuntarily, and then her vision became blurred as if covered by a layer of water film.
The light is blue.
In the dim blue light, she sat in the dark auditorium, and together with millions of audience members whose faces she could not see, she looked at her mother on the stage with long hair draped over her shoulders and a long skirt trailing on the ground.
She is playing the piano.
The gentle side profile shows the upturned lips, which are elegant and full of warmth.
Her ten slender and white fingers paused slightly above the black and white keys, and then fell, as smooth and gentle as butterflies flying in the spring night.
That is a song about insects flying.
The flying insects accompanied her in many dreams.
Shen Pianpian couldn't help but smile.
The mother on the stage seemed to sense something and tilted her head slightly, as if to look towards her.
Shen Pianpian opened her eyes wide in anticipation, waiting for a smiling eye contact.
But she just tilted her head, revealing half of her face under her hair in the dim light, and turned her head back again.
Shen Pianpian was so anxious that she wanted to shout her mother's name, but the next moment, she was kicked away from her seat.
In a blink of an eye, she sat on a black stool without feeling any pain.
The insects are still flying and making tinkling sounds, and the lights are still a light blue.
She looked at the stage blankly, but suddenly found that her mother, who was originally wearing a long skirt, had been replaced by a man in a white shirt.
A man with sharp features and a perfect profile, like an iceberg.
He was also in the midst of the flying insects, quiet and silent, with an expressionless face but an indescribable tenderness.
The light shone down from above his head, making the handsome silhouette blurry and detailed.
Shen Pianpian moved her lips, feeling that the person's name was about to come out of her mouth, but for some reason she couldn't remember it.
Suddenly, a slight sigh came from the side, like the last breath left by a dying person, the last breath of anger that was about to be spit out, the unwillingness and struggle. This breath said weakly to her ear,
"Yunduan, he would be the best choice."
"This is also the last thing Mom can do for you."
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