Xu Mao smiled and nodded.
"Tomorrow is the final day, and a thousand thoughts are surging in my mind. I can't help but recall the past, and I feel a sense of unease."
I also thought it a pity that I wouldn't be able to say goodbye to you before I passed away.
Bai Muqiu bit her lip, about to cry again, but was interrupted by Bai Hao.
"Go light the incense for sleep. We only have time for this one night. Once it's dawn, there won't be any more time."
"Oh." Bai Muqiu got up, dusted himself off, and produced a thin brocade box out of thin air. Inside was a stick of incense.
Incense sticks were placed in the incense burner on the tea table, and after being lit, they emitted wisps of smoke.
A delicate fragrance slowly filled the living room.
Bai Muqiu turned to look at Xu Mao, whose eyelids were already heavy and he was about to fall over. Bai Muqiu immediately rushed over to support him and brought a soft cushion for Xu Mao to sit on.
Xu Mao had already entered a dream state. Bai Hao let out a long sigh and drank a cup of tea.
So angry with Bai Muqiu, he forgot to invite Xu Mao for a cup of tea.
Bai Muqiu sat next to Xu Mao and looked up at Bai Hao.
"Is this the kind of time the formation you set up for me will appear in my shop?"
"No, it's only people who have been to the shop but haven't arrived yet who do this. He's the only one. After all, the formation is no longer an obstacle, so there's no need for this anymore."
"What kind of dream does the scholar want to have? Is it a dream of successful reform?"
Bai Hao looked at Bai Muqiu with a puzzled expression. "Did you get your head stuck in a door? Why don't you go in and check?"
Bai Muqiu lowered his head. "I dare not... Reality is so painful. The dream he wanted must be one of peace and prosperity for the country. But when he woke up, he found himself imprisoned and about to die."
"Then why did you agree to be put into a dream?"
"...Is a dream really an illusion?"
"Maybe not."
"How so?"
"If you never wake up, the dream becomes real. But do you think he's that kind of person who's not clear-headed?"
Bai Muqiu remained silent.
Time passed slowly, and Bai Muqiu looked at Xu Mao, who was fast asleep, with a relaxed expression and a faint smile on his face. This made him even more afraid to pry into Xu Mao's dreams.
But he wondered if the things in his dream were everything Xu Mao dreamed of, could he linger a little longer? Perhaps, perhaps he could hide in the dream and not have to face death.
However, after thinking for a while, Bai Muqiu was the first to lose heart.
Xu Mao is not that kind of person.
In his dream, Xu Mao's body was relaxed, and he always had a smile on his face; it seemed like a beautiful dream.
Bai Muqiu bit her lip and hesitated for a while, but couldn't resist, so she cast a spell to enter Xu Mao's dream.
A flash of silver light appeared, and Bai Muqiu opened her eyes again, only to be stunned.
It was not the bustling and prosperous capital of Kyoto, nor the carefree and joyful people.
It was a farmhouse courtyard, without any walls, the yard was just enclosed by a fence.
"Dad, Mom, I want a younger brother or sister too! My uncle's family has younger brothers and sisters!"
Bai Muqiu looked over at the sound and saw Xu Mao, who looked about seven or eight years old, talking to a middle-aged couple in a coquettish manner.
He remembered that Xu Mao's parents had passed away a long time ago.
So, the people he most wanted to see in his dreams were his parents?
Is his dream a family reunion?
Bai Muqiu was surprised and didn't quite understand.
The Xu family's house was dilapidated, which showed that they were not wealthy. They were just honest farmers who worked from sunrise to sunset.
Xu Mao was very happy; he must have missed his parents terribly.
The dream changed quickly, and in the blink of an eye, Xu Mao was already eighteen and old enough to get married.
Bai Muqiu watched as Xu's parents found a matchmaker to arrange a marriage for him. He hadn't gone to school; he was just a farmer, and because of his farming work, he was physically strong.
Suddenly, the scene changed again. Bai Muqiu watched the joyous wedding day, watched him marry his wife, and saw that the wife in his dream looked like Madam Xu in reality.
Bai Muqiu's tears welled up in her eyes.
Madam Xu chose Xu Mao, spent her life with him, and endured many hardships with him. Now, she will also be buried with him.
Xu Mao, you feel guilty towards her.
Even though she had no regrets, he felt guilty.
In the dream, Xu Mao and his wife were very loving and lived the most ordinary life.
Bai Muqiu left the dream with tears in her eyes.
The moon is about to set, and the sky is about to brighten.
When the light shone in, the incense had already burned out, and Xu Mao slowly woke up without lingering.
The warm, dappled sunlight shone brightly into his somewhat hazy eyes.
Xu Mao looked at Bai Muqiu and sighed softly, "Muqiu, take care. It is my good fortune to have met such a dear friend."
The array slowly lit up, and Xu Mao's figure gradually disappeared from the spot.
Bai Muqiu sat there blankly, staring at the spot where Xu Mao had disappeared.
As the sky grew brighter, the sun slowly climbed higher until it reached its highest point.
The execution began in the afternoon.
Bai Muqiu hugged Bai Hao tightly and cried, wiping his snot and tears all over him.
Bai Hao used all his lifelong self-control to suppress himself and refrain from beating Bai Muqiu to death.
Bai Muqiu cried himself to sleep. Bai Hao washed him up, threw him back into the bedroom, and then vanished into thin air, heading to the underworld.
There's no logic to be found in life, but there is after death. The underworld's evaluation of merits and demerits is rigorous, so Xu Mao's next life will surely be good.
Bai Muqiu remained listless and dazed for a long time until the array in the shop flickered again, but no one appeared.
He paused for a moment, then suddenly remembered that there was one more person.
He rushed to Yu Liang's house, only to find that she was experiencing a final burst of energy before death.
Her adopted son, along with her daughter-in-law and grandson, surrounded her.
Bai Muqiu's appearance startled them, but Yu Liang lay on the bed, smiling at him.
She asked him if people really have an afterlife.
He said yes.
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