Monument of Life and Death

   Chapter 950 Remembering

   "It's too fast..." Xiaolan muttered, lying back on the pillow, she lay on her side, looked at Heipi and smiled, "Then I'll start sleeping."

   "Well," said Black Skin, "sleep."

  Xiao Lan closed her eyes.

   She thought it would take more than ten minutes to fall asleep, but she didn't expect that the moment she closed her eyes, she felt groggy like a gust of wind, slowly sweeping over and surrounding her.

   After a few minutes, when Wenling walked out of the bathroom, the other two had fallen into a deep sleep.

"So fast."

  Qingling lightly turned off the lights in the room and retreated into the bed.

"Good night."

   Xiaolan didn't know when this dream happened in the dream.

   She only knew that before she could clearly see the thing in front of her, countless fragments had already passed through her dream, and it was just as messy as before.

   Until this thing showed up.

   That thing surrounded Xiaolan, circle after circle.

   "Is that you?" Xiaolan said, "You are what Heipi wants to tell me?"

   That thing didn't stop, it was still going around.

  Xiaolan stretched out his hand and grabbed it when it came around in front of him.

   Spread your palms.

   A bow.

   "Bow?" Xiaolan rubbed the thing in his hand, it was a bow made of pink ribbons, the surface was smooth, and the color was slightly dull.

   It's kind of like...the kind of ribbon bows tied to gift boxes.

   "What is this?" Xiaolan raised her head and shouted at the blurred surroundings, "Heisi, are you there?"

   No sound.

  Xiaolan stood there for a while, thought about it, held the bow, and started to walk forward.

   The fog in front of me seems to be slowly dissipating.

Is    really ahead?

  Xiaolan went on...

   Finally, she saw it.

   She saw another self.

  The other Xiaolan was sitting on a wooden chair, holding the bow in her hand. She squeezed the end of the bow with anticipation, and pulled apart the beautiful shape tied by the ribbon.

   Xiaolan saw what was under the bow.

   is a gift box.

The    gift box was placed on the table, and there seemed to be two people sitting beside the table, but she couldn't see clearly, she could only see clearly herself.

The    bow unraveled and the pink ribbon fell to the ground.

   Another self, opened the lid of the carton.

   "Meow~"

   A fluffy white cat with its head sticking out of the box.

   "Ah! It's a cat!" Another Xiaolan smiled happily, "It's a kitten!..."

   She carefully lifted the kitten out of the box and put it on her lap.

  The cat raised his head, his clear yellow eyes filled with curiosity.

   "Does Xiaolan like it?" A man's voice floated out of the fog.

   "Like it!" the other you exclaimed, "Thank you dad, I love it!"

   "If you like it," a woman's voice sounded on the other end, "Xiao Lan, please give your cat a name."

   "Um...name it," she thought seriously for a long time, "I know, I'll call it Baimao!"

   "Eh—" the woman laughed, "This name doesn't sound good."

   "Grandma told me to take a cheap name to make a living," she said. "Just call it Baimao! It's a bad name, but I hope it can stay with me..."

   Xiaolan opened her mouth slightly and stayed in place.

   That person's face...

   "Xiao Lan," Hei Pi's voice suddenly sounded, "Did you see it?"

  Xiaolan raised her head and looked around for the source of the sound.

   "You can't see me," Black Skin continued, "I'm not in your dream, I'm in your ear."

   "What's going on?" Xiaolan pointed to the scene in front of her, "Is this what you made me dream about?"

   "I didn't let you dream," said Black Skin. "These things are already in your mind."

in my mind?

   How come I don't know?

   "Impossible," Xiaolan said, "It must be Bai Mao's words that have taken root in my subconscious, that's why I have such a dream..."

   "This dream," Hei Pi's tone was terribly low, "it's not the first time you've done it."

   Xiaolan was stunned.

   "You have dreams every night, and you have many, many dreams," Blackskin said. "You just don't remember."

   "I will remember all my dreams," Xiaolan insisted, "because my dreams are also part of my ability, so I will remember them clearly..."

   "You can indeed remember a lot," said Black Skin, "but what you forget, more."

   "But how do you know?" Xiaolan asked.

   "Because I can hear the voice in your heart," said Heipi, "your dream is actually the voice in your heart."

  Xiaolan felt that her mind was clear for a while, and confused for a while.

  If this is my dream...

  Then this is my memory...

   Then, you may have more memories...

  Xiaolan held down his temple, which bulged, as if the monster locked inside was about to escape.

   "But that's not me..." Xiaolan said, "That's the master of Bai Mao, that's not me..."

   "It's part of your memory," Black said. "You think about it from time to time, but you may not realize it yourself."

  Xiaolan suddenly thought of something.

  Speaking of which, I did see a flashing white cat in a fragmented dream.

   The most recent time was in the mansion of Qiqiao...

   Are those not broken dreams, but... your own memories?

   Are those fragments all memories? Including... the fragments just now.

  I remember everything.

   Just don’t remember what I remember.

  Xiaolan put down her hand in despair, she stared at the other self who was less than five meters away from her.

   If this is just a dream, just a memory, just an idea, then... I shouldn't be able to touch her.

  Xiaolan stepped forward and walked towards her stiffly.

   Xiaolan raised her hand and put it on her shoulder.

bumped into.

   The other self, suddenly stopped the movement of his hand.

   She slowly turned her head and looked at Xiaolan.

   In her eyes, the same Xiaolan was reflected, and in that Xiaolan's eyes, she was exactly the same.

   "You are me." Xiaolan said.

   "I'm you," said the self, with a smile on the corner of his mouth, "You're about to remember."

I remembered.

   "Remember what?"

   "Remembering your own story," that Xiaolan stood up, she was slightly taller than Xiaolan, she handed the cat in her hand to Xiaolan, "Come on."

  My own story.

   Xiaolan lowered her head and looked at the cat.

   "White Hair..."

   looked up again and everything was gone.

  The cat, the gift box, and the self.

   Xiaolan closed her eyes and opened them again.

   All she saw was the ceiling at night.

  The dream woke up.

   (end of this chapter)