Dark Moon Era

The rain last night stopped at this morning.

But after the rain, the sky is still gloomy, just like the heart after weeping and sadness, only the melancholy of pain is left.

It will still rain tonight.

Sitting on the window, Tang Ling looked at the quiet back alley after nightfall. It seemed that time was still last night, and the background of the departure of the other bank was still there, frozen by time.

But... where is the shadow of the other side? She left, she didn't know where she went, and no one knew the answer. The only thing left was this letter in his hands.

The envelope is simple white. There are only three simple words "to Tang Ling" on the envelope, and on the back of the envelope there are two small words "Bi An".

With such a simple envelope, Tang Ling held it in his hand and looked at it repeatedly for the whole afternoon, and he was reluctant to open it for a long time.

Don’t know how long this one will last? Tang Ling didn't want to destroy this envelope, leaving a breath of the other side on the envelope.

As for the content of the letter? On the contrary, Tang Ling didn't care so much. If he didn't take it apart, it would be like a concern forever in his heart, which is not a good thing either.

In the silence, Boss Huang walked into Tang Ling's room silently.

Tang Ling didn't turn his head, still holding the letter in his hand, staring at the back alley under the window, unwilling to find the back figure that was still there last night.

Boss Huang stood in the room a little embarrassed, he didn't know where to start when he had something in his heart, but he still had to remind Tang Ling of some things.

After half a cigarette, Boss Huang said in a dry voice: "Tang Ling, I know you are sad."

What kind of nonsense is this? Tang Ling didn't even respond, but he knew that Boss Huang should have something important to say, otherwise he would not choose to disturb him at this time.

Sure enough, Tang Ling did not respond, and Boss Huang was only embarrassed for a few seconds, and then said a little anxiously: "According to the day, tonight is the day of dreaming."

In a dream? Tang Ling's heart suddenly became ashamed, and his previous sadness made him almost forget that person! Yes, it is Kun who seems to be omnipotent.

If it is Kun, will there be a way to solve this matter?

Boss Huang is a clever person. When Tang Ling's expression changed slightly, he almost guessed Tang Ling's thoughts.

He coughed, and pretended not to know, and said: "Look how quiet the Dark Harbor is now. After you come back, I will also chat with you. Now it is the era of dreams for all people."

Tang Ling finally moved his gaze away from the back alley, and glanced at the Dark Harbor. Indeed, the Dark Harbor, known as the city that never sleeps, is a bit quiet tonight.

"What a dream is like, you know. Its danger and horror will not change because the whole people dream, well, maybe the difficulty is reduced. But for you, the difficulty will not be low, because you are a genius, yours There is only one goal, and that is the Tongtian Pagoda."

Tang Ling raised his eyebrows slightly, he had gradually outlined what he was going to do and what he should do?

Boss Huang finally saw the slight fighting spirit in Tang Ling's eyes again. He seemed to remind him casually: "Dreams are indeed crazy, and many wishes can be realized. But I'm here to remind you, no matter how sad you are, there are more. To prepare, it doesn’t matter what you get, what’s important is that you have to live, and there is hope when you live."

After saying this, Boss Huang walked out of Tang Ling's room. He didn't look back, but there was a faint smile on the corner of his mouth.

His words clearly implied Tang Ling, rekindling his fighting spirit, challenging his dreams, not because of anything else, but because of the other side.

Once, Boss Huang was not sure whether he could bring Tang Ling's rhythm, but now Tang Ling's state will be brought into rhythm.

**

Sure enough, Boss Huang's words matched Tang Ling's mind.

When Boss Huang left the room, most of Tang Ling’s inner sadness was immediately dispelled, and a fiery fighting spirit was rekindled in Tang Ling’s heart. He cherished the letter from the other side and kept it clear from the window. The last jumped up and rushed into the bathroom.

The cold water poured from his head, but it also dampened a lot of the anxiety in Tang Ling's heart. Wiping away the water marks, Tang Ling looked at himself in the mirror, with a slightly pale face and a decadent expression, which seemed so unfamiliar.

"Even for the other side..." Tang Ling clenched his fists, and the familiar perseverance came to his face again, and the frustration was instantly dispelled. This is the self he is familiar with.

Coming out of the bathroom, Tang Ling began to wear silently, organize his equipment, and the time to dream was not certain, but the slight heat on his arm and the symbol of the dream species reminded Tang Ling that there might be a short time before he could enter the dream tonight.

In fact, there is nothing to tidy up the equipment. Because there is Xingyin fixed dimension blade, the only worry is whether the Xingyin fixed dimension blade violates the rules in the dream world, and the contents can't be taken out?

But I think this is also a reward from the dream world, shouldn't be considered a violation, maybe it's just a certain restriction?

Thinking of this, in order to be cautious, Tang Ling still took out a small part of the necessary items and organized it in a high-elastic backpack.

The dream world is real. Just like boss Huang said, if you want to get it, you have to pay and you can't fail.

After doing all this, the Dream Seed Imprint on his arm finally changed a little. Tang Ling glanced at it. The countdown had finally begun, and there was still an hour before entering the dream world.

Why does it take another hour? Now Tang Ling has nothing to do. This kind of idle but eager desire to see Kun makes Tang Ling feel that every minute and every second is particularly difficult.

Walking back and forth in the room, Tang Ling's eyes finally fell on the letter from the other side to him.

Tang Ling was not sure where the hope was before, so Tang Ling couldn't bear to open this letter and read it.

Now that hope has been rekindled, Tang Ling's mind has begun to loosen.

After hesitating for a moment, Tang Ling still carefully opened the envelope--since he wants to see Kun, it's always good to have more clues. There may be clues in the letter from Bi An.

Tang Ling also couldn't tell whether this idea was an excuse or whether it was really the case. In short, this thought brought him strong comfort.

After all, at this moment, his anxious heart needs to be supported by the letter from the other side.

**

elder brother:

Forgive me for calling you that way.

Even if the feelings from the heart have long been turned into deep love, it still cannot obliterate the weight of the initial warmth engraved in the soul.

So my brother is my closest and ardent expression.

elder brother.

Do you remember our tent in the settlement? That's a little shabby, but a big tent.

You never said how it came from? But I woke up in the night and saw my mother-in-law bandage your wounds.

You look so painful. When you take a deep breath, the ribs are distinct from the chest to the abdomen.

I don't know why, I only feel scared when I see that hideous wound, but I can't help crying when I see your thin look.

I must have been very naive in your heart that night, right? In your memory, it should be me who suddenly got up and started crying.

Are you obviously tired? I was away for a few days, and when I came back, I carried the big tent, and then, refusing to wait for a moment, I set up the tent alone.

At night, I have to face my crying.

I was very young and couldn't express my inner emotions to you, because I don't know why I cried because of my ribs.

This has become my regret. Originally, you have earned a little bit of stability through your hard work. My best performance is to be happy to make you feel comfortable, right?

But hypothesis is after all hypothesis.

The final result is that you scribbled the wound and came to hug me and comfort me.

I remember very clearly, you gently hugged me in your arms, you were not angry, you took me to see every corner of the tent with joy.

Finally, you smiled and said to me: "Shanshan, we have a tent, that means we have a home."

At the time, I didn't understand why having a tent means having a home.

But I clearly felt a kind of stability that I had never had before. I stopped crying and fell asleep later.

Brother, is there any error in every detail I recall? probably not.

Because that was my first and deepest memory.

You were thirteen years old and I was three years old.

and after?

Later, more and more things were added to the tent called home.

My mother-in-law and I had a bed, and my brother carefully covered it with dried shamrocks. I know that shamrocks are actually very easy to collect, but I also know that my brother often fights with people to dry it.

After all, in the entire gathering place, there is only a small area where things can be dried. Who can bear the insignificance of drying the shamrock?

But you did it. Not only that, you also brought back sheets and quilts for my mother-in-law and me.

You dug a fire in the house, there will always be enough firewood to keep warm at night.

You have done a lot. I remember that I gradually stopped being hungry. I remember that not only that, but I also had a beautiful little flower dress.

Oh, it's the one you've been collecting.

Come to think of it, such a day is simply nothing to be desired.

But people are always greedy. I still have extravagant desires, and the only extravagant desire is that my brother shouldn't go out often, and don't go out for days.

I think you are by my side. I really don't like seeing you tired and injured.

And the idea of ​​marrying you started from that time. Because people in the colony will occasionally talk about jokes-who do you marry, don't you need to separate?

Do you think it's funny? Why is there such a silly little girl?

But until now, I realized that the desire that was deeply expressed in my heart when I was young will eventually be reflected in later life in a form that you never thought of.

But for such an impact, I am very happy. If you can choose to spend your childhood with you, and spend the rest of your life in love, that is the best arrangement.

I seem to be a bit long-winded. When you left, I just wanted to write a simple letter, but I didn't expect that the pen would have a thousand words.

Brother, I hope these memories I have said are not biased. After all, they are the most beautiful things, and even after hard times, I still don’t want them to be obliterated.

I know that you have many questions about me.

I also know that you never mentioned anything to me out of love and respect.

But this time I leave, I don’t know how long it will be? The premonition that comes from the depths of my soul, I am afraid it will be difficult to be with my brother again.

So, after thinking about it, I decided to answer some of your questions. Even though I don't want to touch these memories in my whole life, I don't want my brother to have any ignorance of me.

And those memories are too painful, so I will try to say simply, brother, don't care about this.

Before I was five years old, I had no memories.

Since I woke up in a terrible world, everything in that world is different from reality, with black mountains, gray water, and many terrible monsters.

Perhaps the most terrible nightmare will not appear in that gloomy and depressing color.

I stayed there for more than ten years.

Yes, you may have guessed it. That should also be a fragment of time and space, a fragment of time and space that exists to imprison me and train my genetic chain.

Space-time fragments that have a huge difference between the flow of time and the main world.

I was scared and lonely. I wandered in that world and had no memory. The only person I could touch was my ‘foster father’.

He taught me and brought me the resources to survive, and in many days it was the only dependence and dependence in my life.

For a long time, I think every word he said is correct.

Brother, I was shaped like this.

So, after coming back, I don't know right or wrong, and I do whatever I want. But I am thankful that you may have warmed me for five years and made my soul not cold. Even though I was shaped like this, I have not committed the big mistake that I regret.

Well, I just want to stop here about these, listening too much will affect your mood.

Regarding the identity of the adoptive father, you must have guessed that he is my adoptive father, and Tang Long's former adoptive father, and the master of the Star Council.

I'm not sure about some guesses, but what I want to say is that he is too mysterious, and sometimes it makes me feel that he is more than a soul.

He is terrible. If I don’t want my brother to be an enemy of him, maybe I’m still the one who doesn’t have right or wrong, and only cares about the me that I care about, so I will write such selfish words.

Now, it's late at night.

I want you to come back soon~www.wuxiaspot.com~ You can always spot any clues, I have to finish writing as soon as possible, and I can't let you find out in advance.

But at this point, I still feel that the meaning is still unfinished.

So, just say one more sentence, just one sentence.

Brother, if it is destiny to separate, you have to be at ease. Because I will use all my life to miss you.

If life has an end, but the soul is real and endless.

So even if my thoughts will come to an end with time, there will be no change after the vicissitudes of life.

Stay on the other side.

...

As long as there is a glimmer of hope for anything in my heart, all my attention will be focused on hope. I don’t cry, and I’m too lazy to be sad. Instead of crying helplessly, what else can I do? Isn't it? But Bi An, why... why do I still cry? I don't like this. I won't read this letter for the second time-Tang Ling.