Yuan Yuanyuan returned to the room with an expressionless face, ended the illusion, and then lay on her back on the bed.

She kept thinking about a question in her mind: Am I too sensitive, or have I become sensitive automatically after coming here?

Yuan Yuanyuan was drinking Coke facing the moon when she heard a knock on the door. She was silent for a while, walked over, and saw through the cat's eyes who was standing outside.

It's the old man with white beard.

Yuan Yuanyuan was a little dazed. Ever since the old man left last time, she didn't expect that he would actually come to see her so early. So she didn't expect that her door would be knocked in the middle of the night.

The old man with the white beard was holding a wine jar in his hand. The wine jar was of a very rough appearance, the most common rough-roasted wine jar, the kind usually used to hold roasting knives in TV dramas.

Yuan Yuanyuan watched the old man's movements and slowly opened the door. The old man glanced at her and asked, "Master Yuan, the moonlight tonight is very beautiful, very suitable for moon watching... Can you go for a drink with me?"

There was another person standing behind him, a very beautiful woman. Although the wine was ordinary, the female monster behind him did not look ordinary. She was a very enchanting woman. Just standing there, she was very dazzling.

The woman had a very beautiful widow's peak and a face that was like a perfect peach heart. It was a very classical beauty, and the rosy red on her face looked like flying clouds.

She was wearing a bright red dress and holding a huge tray with two wine bowls on it. The bright red dress and the outfit suddenly reminded Yuan Yuanyuan of herself in Qiuying.

Yuan Yuanyuan thought the scene was a bit strange. It looked like something that had happened in the autumn cherry blossoms. The woman in red at the back should be herself...but here she was standing.

As soon as the woman came, she knew what this was going to do. The old man probably wanted to invite her to drink. This was the way that the monsters that Yuan Yuanyuan was familiar with invited people to drink. Usually, there would be a little monster behind them to pour the wine. The way the head of the Lan family invited her to drink before was simply nonsense.

She opened the door and let the two people in. The old man looked at Yuan Yuanyuan and gestured to her to clean up.

As soon as he made the gesture, Yuan Yuanyuan was stunned.

Yuan Yuanyuan always felt that this move was something she had seen in a certain costume drama... Although she couldn't remember which one it was, it should be a very sophisticated move.

Yuan Yuanyuan wanted to imitate the old man's movements and reply to him, but she didn't know how to do it. After thinking about it, she felt that it would be embarrassing to do so, so she stopped her movements.

The woman in red walked in slowly. Each of her movements was very slow, yet with an extremely graceful feeling. Usually, she would pause slightly after each movement. The pause was like a painting, but the time was very short, and she would quickly move on to the next movement.

These two people...

Yuan Yuanyuan looked at the two of them warily, and a word slowly emerged in her mind: ill intentions.

What the hell are you doing in someone else's dormitory late at night, pretending to be cool? Yuan Yuanyuan thought cautiously.

…

In fact, if the old man knew what she was thinking, he might press her to death in the toilet.

Half an hour later, Yuan Yuanyuan sat in front of the huge floor-to-ceiling window, still looking confused.

It was the first time she knew that the small European-style window next to the house could actually be turned into such a huge floor-to-ceiling window. The woman in red took only five minutes to turn the area around into this huge table style. She fumbled around the window and pressed a switch. Suddenly, a cloud of mist gradually rose up around her. Two small cushions were placed on the table. Everything around her seemed to have changed in an instant.

The mist around seemed to carry a hint of pleasant-smelling water vapor. The woman slowly pulled down the curtain at the back. All of a sudden, the modern facilities at the back were cut off, leaving only this small pavilion that looked like the one where some ancient poet enjoyed the moon and drank wine.

Yuan Yuanyuan was sitting on the futon, still in a daze as she watched the woman in red pouring wine for her.

They are both barmaids...why is the other one so capable?

She looked at the woman in red next to her. The woman in red noticed Yuan Yuanyuan's gaze and suddenly smiled gently. The blush on her face seemed to become even redder. She slowly raised her wide sleeves, covering half of her face, as if she was chuckling.

Yuan Yuanyuan turned her head suddenly.

Good! We can't continue to be so decadent. People like this are the goal of our evolution!

The old man and the woman still didn’t know what Yuan Yuanyuan was thinking... In fact, if they knew, there might be more than one person pushing her into the toilet by now.

Yuan Yuanyuan was wearing a sports suit, which made her look out of place with the two people next to her. They all came dressed up. Yuan Yuanyuan, wearing a sports suit, always felt like someone who had barged into a dance party in pajamas.

The old man silently said to Yuan Yuanyuan, "It's been a hundred years... a hundred years, sir."

Yuan Yuanyuan lowered her head, slowly drank the wine in the glass, and then put the bowl down. The wine was very strong, so it was best to drink it with this huge and rough bowl.

In such an occasion, this kind of bowl exudes a sense of refinement from its simplicity. The woman in red is very skilled in arranging the occasion. The surroundings feel very elegant, yet there is a vague sense of eeriness that is like a monster.

Yuan Yuanyuan put the bowl down and was silent for a long time. The old man looked at her, and the woman pouring wine beside her kept her head down and did not move. After a while, Yuan Yuanyuan suddenly said sorry to the old man, and then silently took out her cell phone from her chest...

...There's no way. She just looked at the watch and it's already half past eleven. Now the demon record has been released, and she feels really uncomfortable without seeing her.

Yuan Yuanyuan didn't care about the old man's feelings. She had to watch the Monster Records anyway. Fortunately, the old man didn't have too many emotions towards her. Maybe in his eyes, being able to watch the Monster Records first was also a particularly responsible thing...

Under the beautiful moonlight, there is an old man in ancient costume and a woman in red. Next to them is a man in sportswear, who keeps pressing a mobile phone in his hand. The light of the mobile phone is reflected on "his" face... It looks even more weird.

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The moment she opened the book, Yuan Yuanyuan felt that today's cover was particularly beautiful, the kind that would not look out of place even in this environment.

The picture showed a variety of flowers in clusters... No one in the dream could clearly see the person's face. Only a vague figure could be seen sitting in the flowers, with a bamboo curtain covering his face.

He was sitting very straight, and from the side he looked like a very thin man, but he was as solid as a bamboo sitting there.

Yuan Yuanyuan looked at it carefully for a few times, and suddenly she realized what was behind the "flowers" in the painting. It was a group of flowers made of dead bones. The petals flying in the sky blurred the surrounding shadows, making it difficult for people to notice the true nature of the flowers behind at first glance. Yuan Yuanyuan thought the painting was beautiful at first glance, but it had a spooky feeling. She paid a closer look and then discovered the cat stuffing inside.

She was stunned for a moment, and her first reaction was not how scary the painting was, but how creative the painting was... Because those bone flowers were so beautiful and looked particularly artistic, even Yuan Yuanyuan, who was afraid of weird things, couldn't help but feel more admiration than fear for the painting.

The person behind the bamboo curtain looked very gentle, yet inexplicably strange sitting in this piece of bone flowers. He was wearing elegant clothes similar to those from the Wei and Jin dynasties, and a tall hair crown on his head. He could be vaguely seen as a man.

Yuan Yuanyuan was looking at today's comics and felt that today's content might be interesting. She felt quite interested. However, the woman in red behind her took a look and suddenly seemed to be frightened. She covered her mouth and uttered "ah" softly.

The old man turned around and glanced at the woman in red, who immediately lowered her head again. Yuan Yuanyuan didn't care. She opened the comic, but suddenly found that the scene in the comic looked strangely familiar...

This first scene... upon closer inspection, I realized that I had just put on a vest and went downstairs to eat. I was suddenly speechless... and a little ashamed.

Damn it, why did you draw something like this for me? I was wrong, sir. I will never bully kids again!

To give a rough summary of the entire scene, three rookies are seen from their perspective as a very good-looking person walks up to them, talks to them for a long time, and finally slowly leaves.

Then the view immediately shifted to the "very good-looking" person. As "he" walked up, his expression became colder and colder, until it slowly turned into an expressionless face. That face also gradually changed, becoming more aggressive, and then turned into a face that readers are very familiar with...

This... you're still changing the perspective! You're still changing the perspective! You're clearly trying to embarrass me! Yuan Yuanyuan's face turned red as she read it. She didn't even dare to read the first part. She quickly turned the page and started reading something else.

Fortunately, there was very little in the front... less than two pages, a bit like a "setting poem". Yuan Yuanyuan flipped through two pages and found nothing, and she breathed a sigh of relief.

Yuan Yuanyuan looked at the picture below and saw "Yuan" slowly walking up the stairs. After a while, the picture gradually faded and became like fog, a bit like an illusion.

Is this... another flashback? Or a future kill? Yuan Yuanyuan was unsure at first, because the next scene was someone calling Yuan to drink, and she thought that Ji Qiu was speculating about the future again and then started to draw randomly. But when Yuan appeared in the comic, Yuan Yuanyuan suddenly realized that this was not the future... this was the past.

Because one of Yuan's hands reappeared in the comics.

The hand was slender and snow-white, and he held an antique fan in his hand, the handle of which was very white.

He was walking slowly in a corridor. Yuan Yuanyuan couldn't see his face, but could only see his back, which was very straight. A jade pendant beside him swayed gently with his movements.

Every step is a freeze frame, like a painting.

Ji Qiu's paintings are all about details. His "lens" gradually shifts from the hands to the black hair, the white ears, the slender eyes that occasionally glance in surprise...almost every detail makes Yuan Yuanyuan's heart itchy.

These freeze frames are not only freeze frames on the paintings, but can even be freeze frames in three dimensions. Yuan Yuanyuan looked at Ji Qiu's paintings and vaguely felt as if she saw a moving picture. An elegant young man slowly passed through an ancient corridor, leaving behind a white silhouette.

Even though she herself is "this person" now...but she has to say that she has become interested in this person in the comics.

Because she knew that person was not her, but just someone with a similar face to her.

She watched "Yuan" slowly walk to the end of the corridor, and suddenly Ji Qiu drew his entire figure... and it appeared on the screen in an instant.

At that moment, Yuan Yuanyuan was suddenly fascinated by this face that she had always felt somewhat disgusted with.

A feeling she had never experienced before swept over her. She had never realized so clearly that the person in the painting and herself were actually two completely different people.