Monument of Life and Death

  Chapter 593 Who am I?

The alive Xiaolan was soon discharged from the hospital at the strong request of the doctors and nurses. They were worried that Lu Qianqian was in danger, and they planned to stay in the ward, but Xia Hua appeared at the door of the ward in time and brought a few more. A disciple of Sixia came to arrange to accompany the bed 24 hours a day.

  The fool received a huge bonus and turned into a rich man. On his way home from the hospital, he kept asking Xiaolan whether he wanted to eat lobster or abalone.

As early as when Xiaolan was in a coma, Qiao Nian left Wenjing first and returned to Jiutan. Xiaolan was afraid that Jasmine would be embarrassed, so she did not ask Qiao Nian if her memory had recovered, because she was able to tell from the current situation Give the answer.

  After the big meal, Xiaolan lay back on the bed at Mosmine’s house alone.

  After more than ten days of continuous operation, the brain has become tired and dull. Xiaolan looked at the snow-white ceiling and quietly recalled the scene when the ghost sent Qu Lianfan back to the world.

   "Cen Hua's matter, you must not speak out," Qu Lianfan emphasized again in front of the intersection of the two circles, "Actually, if you can, today's matter, you'd better keep it confidential."

  Qu Lianfan was also worried that he would accidentally tell Cen Hua's affairs.

  "Can't you tell me about this game?" Xiaolan asked.

"Don't say it," Qu Lianfan pushed with a flag, and the door to the world slowly opened. "Our prefecture will investigate the game. No matter how you say it, your investigative ability can't exceed us... …"

  This is really an uncomfortable truth.

  The two walked for a while on the misty path when they came, and soon the path in front of them separated two forks.

  Qu Lianfan stood still at the intersection, "Would you like to take a look at Wu Ren's sister?"

   "Me? I won't..." Xiao Lan waved his hand again and again, "I should return to my body first."

  "Then you can go straight along that path," Qu Lianfan pointed to a path buried in the mist, "Walk and go back."

   Xiaolan walked along.

  The mist gradually captured her consciousness.

   Just as Xiaolan wondered if Qu Lianfan was irresponsibly led the wrong way, her body sank and she fell directly into a dream.

  The dream is over, and she is back.

  Xiaolan took a deep breath, squinted, and she could see the fuzzy outline of her eyelashes.

  One thing, another thing.

  At this moment, I finally returned to the soft bed comfortably, but did not feel relaxed at all.

  Sleep for a while.

  She held the black skin that had already snored and closed her eyes.

  I hope that this night will be peaceful and dreamless.

  But when a touch of whiteness appeared in her mind, Xiaolan knew that her wish had been shattered again.

  The dream is coming.

  "...If I give you another chance..."

   "...you still think our decision..."

"……Is this correct……"

  Soft words, accompanied by soft breathing.

  The person who spoke, gradually became more specific.

  Cen Hua was right across from her, her somewhat pale lips opened and closed, repeating her question over and over again.

  "I won't change," Xiaolan said, but her voice was very strange, "Aren't you the same?"

  Xiaolan's gaze shifted down, looking at the legs under Cen Hua's skirt.

  Because of the seven years of burning, Cen Hua lost her legs, so when they met, she could only sit at the table, unable to stand up, and even unable to leave.

  And now Cen Hua, standing right in front of him.

  Cen Hua was still repeating her question sluggishly, Xiao Lan moved her gaze back to her face and asked, "Are your legs good?"

  Cen Hua’s voice suddenly stopped.

   Xiaolan looked at her eyes, and those pupils seemed a little pale.

  Cen Hua stared at her also.

   "Where are you?" Cen Hua asked, "Are you all right?"

   "Me? I'm not hurt," Xiaolan also looked down at her body specifically, the outfit she had when she met Cen Hua, "Where do you mean?"

   "It seems... it's all right," Cen Hua continued without beginning and end, "It's all right if it doesn't hurt..."

   Xiaolan felt that the two of them were talking, but not talking.

  Is this the feeling of cross-server dialogue?

   "I don't hurt." Xiaolan mumbled inexplicably.

  Cen Hua nodded, she leaned forward, and the distance between the two suddenly approached.

"you are……"

  In the prison of returning home, Cen Hua has seen herself in the same way.

  "Do you recognize me?" Xiaolan did not dodge, "I am Xiao..."

   "Xiaolan."

  Cen Hua looked at Xiaolan's face, chuckled twice, and shrank back.

   "Yes..." Xiao Lan was a little worried.

  What's going on, this is my own dream, how can I have such a clear and strange dream?

   "I hope you can succeed." Cen Hua said what she had said to herself.

   Xiaolan was confused at the time, what kind of success does she mean?

   "How do I... succeed?..."

   "I hope you can succeed," Cen Hua ignored Xiaolan's question, but repeated it mechanically, "Xiaolan."

  "...I hope you can succeed..."

  "...Xiaolan..."

  Xiaolan...

  Xiaolan.

   Xiaolan looked at the dull Cen Hua and the pale background behind her.

  She suddenly found something wrong.

  The heart beats violently in the dreaming self and the dreaming self in reality.

   "I hope you can succeed... Xiaolan..."

  Cen Hua in front of him gradually became distorted, and her voice was also distorted.

"Hope you……"

   "Little... Lan..."

  In an instant, Cen Hua's figure turned into a huge white whirlpool. Xiaolan was familiar with this intention. This was the end of the dream.

   With a flutter, Xiaolan sat up directly from the bed.

   She panted heavily, reached out her hand to touch the night lamp by the bed, and turned it on.

  The pale yellow light lit up the dark room. Xiaolan stared around the room twice before confirming that she had left the dream world.

  Black skin grunted twice, and soon fell asleep again.

  But Xiaolan can't sleep anymore.

  She held her head, the cold sweat on her forehead was as cold as her fingers.

  I discovered the problem by myself.

   "I hope you can succeed, Xiaolan."

  This is the last word Cen Hua said to her before the separation.

  At that time, no one, including Qu Lianfan and Rong Fa, found the problem.

   Xiaolan swallowed a mouthful of sticky saliva.

  Cen Hua, why do you know that he is called Xiaolan?

Rongfa and Qu Lianfan never introduced themselves to her.

  But Cen Hua knew his name and knew that he was Xiaolan.

  Cen Hua, a man who was thrown into the jail for returning to industry decades ago, completely isolated from outside information.

  She knows herself.

   Xiaolan raised her head, panting weakly.

  Self, what is it?

The ten-day banquet is finally over. I remembered that when I opened the article, I said that I would try my best to end this volume with 100,000 words. Now it seems that my face is swollen, and the next volume will not be short, everyone. Wait and watch slowly (╥╯^╰╥) (Crocodile tears shed)

  (End of this chapter)