The scenes, like movie clips, were all depicting two children playing together. "Thud," a book fell to the ground. Warm sunlight shone on his eyelids, and Shen Beian slowly woke up. "Yan Yan..." he murmured the name from his dream, recalling the flamboyant and unruly girl in his dream.
On one hand, he told himself that it was the original owner's experience with her, but a voice deep in his heart was shouting that it was his experience with her!
Shen Beian checked the time, got up, picked up the book and placed it on the table. The surrounding flowers were in full bloom, a beautiful sight. He looked out through the skylight.
The afterglow of the setting sun filled the sky, and large swathes of vibrant red roses swayed in the wind, their rosy glow as bright and fiery as crimson brocade.
I let out a long sigh and left the garden, basking in the vibrant colors.
Beijing F4
Master Shen: Sister Tian, tell Lao Xu I'm going too.
He picked up his phone, skillfully opened a social media app, and sent those words.
Sweet and lovely is me: Okay!
They didn't ask why; they all knew perfectly well that Shen Bei'an was impulsive and acted on a whim.
For some reason, Shen Beian quickly walked into a room that looked quite old. The door was made of antique pear wood, and just getting close to it gave off a sense of history.
Upon opening the door, one finds a collection of small items, large and small, arranged neatly and all clean, suggesting that the owner frequently comes to clean.
As he looked at each item, Shen Beian discovered that many of them had appeared in his dreams.
For example, that crooked-looking ceramic piece over there was made in Jingdezhen by the two boys in the dream, and their names are engraved on it.
The bamboo basket over there was woven from bamboo that the two of them had planted themselves. It seemed that Shen Bei'an had injured his hand while weaving it, and Gu Nan'an had to coax him for a long time. Even so, Shen Bei'an was unwilling to let go, and the two of them wove the bamboo basket together. Their names were still engraved on it.
...
Without exception, many of the things the two made by hand were engraved with their names.
From the initial, immature strokes to the later, masterful writing, these are all cherished memories.
"Shen Bei'an belongs to Gu Nan'an, and Gu Nan'an will love Shen Bei'an forever."
These characters were engraved in traditional Chinese characters with gold ink on a piece of black jade pendant.
He reached out and gently stroked it, replaying those scenes in his mind.
Now he finds himself unable to associate this place with "novels" or the virtual world.
He was no longer an "outsider," and they were no longer so-called "paper dolls"; everything was real.
Their relationship...
At the Tang family banquet, he felt no discomfort whatsoever, and in the darkness of night, he felt no loss of control over his feelings.
And it seems that the so-called female lead halo has no effect at all.
Therefore, if his decision to participate in the military training performance no longer works, what does that signify?
Thinking of this, he gripped the phoenix-shaped piece of black jade tightly in his hand. Since he had gambled away the jade pendant in the night, he hadn't worn a new one, so he simply clipped this one to his waist.
Perhaps he should try to experience more of the world.
He didn't know where the original owner had gone, nor did he know why he had come to this world.
Since it seems unlikely that we can just let things slide, we might as well take the initiative.
He may want to be a couch potato, but only if all threats are eliminated.
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