Dream Guide

On the night of the full moon, old Wolfe was radiant, woke up from his illness, and clamored to go to the manor to enjoy the moon.

"But Master, it's very cold outside! The doctor has told you that you cannot go out unless necessary to bask in the sun." Martha reminded.

"I know my physical condition, and hiding in the house is just waiting to die!" Old Wolf said, "There is a total lunar eclipse tonight. Can I see another total lunar eclipse in my life? You How can you bear to let a dying old man's good wishes go unfulfilled, Martha?"

Martha finally gave in and helped the old man put on the thickest clothes possible, a scarf and a hat. When pushing the wheelchair out, she asked curiously:

"How did you know there was a total lunar eclipse tonight?"

William Wolfe's face was buried in a thick scarf, and his voice filtered by cashmere sounded hoarse and rough:

"Prophecy from a dream."

Martha knew that Mr. Wolfe had strange dreams, and was not too surprised. However, she didn't really believe that dreams could predict celestial phenomena. It was probably the housekeeper or one of the maids who told Mr. Wolfe about it.

The total lunar eclipse has been officially forecast for a long time. It is said that there will be a rare blood moon this year. This matter is being exaggerated by many people.

Some people say that when the blood moon appears, there will be ominous disasters. There was a blood moon a few years ago, but that time it happened in the Eastern Hemisphere, this time it happened in the Western Hemisphere, and Canada was lucky enough to be able to see both lunar eclipses.

After the last blood moon, a terrible super cyclone occurred in the South Pacific. It rarely split into two, and one of them incredibly crossed the equator. Two wind clusters hit western South America and eastern Asia, one from the east and the other from the west. All the Pacific Islands, including Hawaii, were flattened.

This made Martha feel vaguely uneasy.

She began to pray silently, hoping that good people would have a safe life. But she found that her mind was not big enough to accommodate people from all over the world. At this moment, all she could think of was Huang Liang.

They didn't get a honeymoon or even a sweet weekend. On the second day of their wedding, her husband left her and went to distant Alaska with Master Wolfe.

Martha didn't blame him. Although he had many secrets, he was on an unusual mission, and he was going to do earth-shattering things, but she knew nothing. But that's not important. For her, it was enough for her to know that he loved her.

What makes her even more gratified is that Huang Liang's courage to do all this comes from his love for her.

On their wedding night, they lingered and talked about a one-night stand. When the glimmer of morning light crept in through the cracks in the curtains, she shyly hid in her husband's chest.

The husband kissed her earlobe gently and said softly: "Thank you, Martha, you inspired me, let me know who I am, and let me understand the meaning of life. For you, I will do anything, even if I have to pay life!"

"Shh!" Martha put her finger gently on his lips, "Don't say such unlucky words."

"I have to leave." Her husband took her finger away and put it in his mouth to suck. "I have to go! For you, for the future, for the little baby we may have! I will never allow it. People pollute the world that belongs to us in the future, and we will never allow our children to become pitiful slaves. I want the world to be full of sunshine, the earth to be full of flowers, children to run freely, and people to smile forever..."

Martha didn't quite understand what her husband was saying. She feels very free now and very happy now. But she believed him.

She encouraged: "Go for it! No matter what you want to do, I support you. I will be here waiting for you to come back."

A heated house and a garden on a winter night are two different worlds. As soon as they walked out, the cold wind pierced their faces like a sharp blade.

William Wolfe coughed.

Martha quickly patted his back and persuaded him again: "Mr. Wolfe, you see it's so cold outside, we'd better go back. Your health is important! When the young master comes back, he will definitely hope to see you in good health. Look."

"Look!" Old Wolf suddenly pointed to the sky, where there was a bright moon. "How many times can I see a moon like this? If I miss tonight's lunar eclipse, I will never see the moon again in my life. Eat."

He paused and said, "I think the children must be watching there too." His tone suddenly became sad, "I can't wait for them to come back. I will be very satisfied if I can look at the moon with them."

Martha was a little sad. She knew that what Master Wolfe said was probably true, but she had to comfort him, it was her duty.

"Sir, you see what you said, you will live to be a hundred years old, no, two hundred years old!"

William Wolfe was amused and laughed loudly: "Who can live to be two hundred years old? Then I will become a celebrity old man in Canada? I don't want to be asked constantly by those stupid hosts on TV. , what do you eat every day, and what are your health tips..."

He turned his head and said, "Martha, don't call me master anymore. You are married. You are Mr. Huang's wife. You are no longer the little girl you used to be."

But Martha said: "No, sir, I will always be your girl."

Old Wolfe smiled and stopped talking, but it could be seen from his face that he was very happy.

The moon slowly climbed to the zenith, and the bright moonlight sprinkled down, like a layer of silver powder covering the garden.

Martha saw the shadows on the moon. She knew they were craters on the moon, but now they looked more like patterns carved on a bright bronze mirror.

She remembered the story Huang Liang told her.

He said that there was a very tall tree on the moon, and a man named Wu Gang used a big ax to chop down the tree there every day. Only by cutting down the tree can he see his beloved.

This tree grows very fast. As long as Wu Gang is lazy, it can grow many branches and leaves. Wu Gang worked hard to chop and chop. When he was almost done, a crow flew up and took away his clothes hanging on the branch. He put down his ax and chased the crow, and finally got his clothes back. When he saw it, the tree grew back to its original shape.

Wu Gang cut down the tree, and the crow made trouble. Year after year, there was always a tree on the moon, a man who cut down the tree, and a troublemaking bird.

Martha didn't understand why the tree had to be cut down so that the poor man could meet his beloved woman; she also didn't understand why the crow wanted to stop them, maybe just to protect the tree, which had its nest?

She wanted to laugh when she thought of the man who was sweating all day long while chopping down trees while a crow was chirping and causing trouble above his head, but he was helpless. She found this story very interesting. Because of this story, she fell in love with the moon and the shadows cast by those craters.

Just when she was about to stare blankly, the edge of the originally smooth moon suddenly became a little blurry, as if clouds were floating over, but the sky was obviously clear. Then, the blur began to spread, like dizzy ink staining the moon. The dark shadow gradually expanded, but its edges became regular and smooth, as if someone opened a big mouth and took a bite on the moon.

Martha was watching so intently that she didn't notice that William Wolfe's chest was rising and falling, his breathing was rapid, and his face was red, as excited as if he had met his first love.

The black shadow grew larger and larger, gradually covering half of the moon. The moon's light was only a slight curve, but it seemed even more dazzling than when the full moon was.

Martha squinted her eyes, feeling the cold breeze blowing against her cheeks.

She seemed to see the strong man from the East, swinging an ax. After countless days and nights, he finally couldn't bear it anymore and chopped off the courtyard wall of Guanghan Palace with an axe. Half of the palace collapsed, and his beauty stood on the dewy jade steps, smiling at him.

It was the most romantic story Martha had ever seen. She felt like she was watching a romantic oriental movie. She imagined that her husband was beside her and she was leaning on the sweetness of her husband's shoulder.

The moonlight is becoming narrower, like a stage curtain slowly closing. When the last trace of light disappeared, she woke up from her fantasy.

However, the darkness was short-lived, and the moon was not completely swallowed. Instead, it revealed a crimson face, as if covered with a layer of red gauze.

"Blood Moon!"

Martha exclaimed.

Although she was mentally prepared and knew that the moon tonight would be a terrifying blood moon, she still couldn't help but tremble when she saw the bright red blood.

In the deep sky, there is a blood-dropping moon.

This is not romantic at all.

"Let's go back."

Martha shuddered, held the handle of old Wolfe's wheelchair, and prepared to push him back.

But what she saw when she lowered her head really shocked her - Old Wolf was gone!

The old man in the wheelchair who was still very sick just now disappeared out of thin air!

The garden was dark, and the dark red moonlight shone on the trees and flower beds, seeming to paint the manor with a layer of light red paint. The shadow cast by the sculpture next to the central fountain is like a wounded and bloody knight in the Middle Ages.

The wheelchair was still covered with thick bearskin, and Mr. Wolfe's cashmere scarf and hat had also fallen there, as well as the symbolic walking stick inlaid with gems that had not been used for a long time, leaning quietly against it. The armrest of the wheelchair.

Everything seemed so weird.

Martha's heart was beating fast.

She didn't know what to do. Call someone? Or pray to the moon?

The moon slowly moved her hidden and dark body, and was now moving to the top of the ancient tower on the side of the manor. The tower cast a huge shadow, like a giant waiting in the dark.

She saw a huge white wolf standing on the spire of the tower. It is so white that even under the blood moon, it is not stained with any color.

It turned its head and looked at Martha quietly.

Martha saw the white wolf's eyes, which were as bright and pure as sapphires, giving people a sense of calm and tranquility.

Martha was no longer panicked, no longer afraid. She didn't know why, but she decided that it was Mr. Wolfe.

The white wolf raised his head and let out a long bark.

Its whistling passed through the manor, through the streets of Wimbledon, through Stanley Park, through the entire Vancouver, through the deep sky, through the depths of Martha's mind, reaching a place that has never been reached in human thought. Places I’ve been to…

The moon's bloody coat began to fade away, the sky became dark again, and a little light appeared from the edge of the moon, like a car light shining at night.

The moon gradually revealed its curved arc, showing off her perfect body bit by bit.

In the recovering light, Martha saw that the body of the white wolf was fading away, and its raised head became an eternal silhouette in the moonlight.

It wasn't until the moon was intact again, hanging in the sky like a silver plate, and the entire manor returned to its brightness, that Martha withdrew her gaze.

She saw Mr. Wolfe sitting in his wheelchair peacefully and closing his eyes peacefully. His scarf and hat were placed on his knees, and his cane was leaning against the armrest of his wheelchair, the gems on it shining brightly in the moonlight.

"Master," Martha called softly, "Master Wolfe..."

Old Wolf never opened his eyes again.

On the night of this lunar eclipse, William Wolfe passed away.

Martha was not sad. She believed that Mr. Wolfe was living in the moon, in that kingdom of heaven, watching the world peacefully forever.

She didn't know why, but she thought of the tree again, and the shirtless man chopping down the tree. There was a crow sitting on the tree, chirping incessantly.

…

However, the ominous legend of the Blood Moon did not end with the death of Old Wolfe. A few days later, a major earthquake with a magnitude exceeding 9 occurred in the north of Santa Fe, Argentina, with the epicenter located between the towns of Beira and Crespo. The entire town of Beira disappeared overnight.

Xia Chujue shed tears watching the images of the disaster area on live TV news.

Although the mountains, rivers and houses in the picture have long been unrecognizable, her super memory still allows her to vaguely distinguish that it is the place where she once lived when she was a child.

Mom said that was Dad’s hometown.