Chapter 490: Infinite frame

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Since the little girl appeared, the old voice didn't speak again.
The little girl walked directly to our door. It was also the first time I saw her clearly. She looked cute, but the white dress was somewhat like filial piety, which made people look uncomfortable.
The little girl stood at the door and walked towards us with a very old etiquette. She put her hands on one side and then squatted slightly: "Stone Master, Miss Song, I'm here to invite you to the banquet, please Come with me. "
Speaking of that little girl, regardless of whether we agree or not, and he didn't mean to introduce himself, he turned around and walked out of the door. I quickly followed, and Song Jiaqi took my arm and said, "Are you really going?" "
I looked at Song Jiaqi and said, "If you wait here, it must be a dead end. The thing behind you just now is a warning to us."
Listening to me saying this, Song Jiaqi subconsciously looked at himself, and then went out with me.
Walking to the yard, the little girl led us out from the back door, and at the back door, she pulled the latch lightly, and then opened the door and continued to go out.
Song Jiaqi looked a little scared. After all, what we are going to experience next is the second half of that dream.
I comforted her on the side and said, "Don't be afraid, at least this girl is very cute and not scary. Just now in the house, you didn't see the guy behind you, otherwise you will be scared to death, do you want to know that he is long What is it like? "
Song Jiaqi grabbed my arm and said: "Don't say it, I don't want to know."
I followed the little girl out of the gate, and I couldn't help but froze, because the scene on this street was not what we saw before. Originally it was a small prosperous neighborhood, but after we came out now, It was found that it turned into an antique costume street.
And after we went out, the dark sky turned into daytime in an instant, and there was no sense of disobedience in this transition, as if all this should have been like this.
I know that our state of mind is slowly being assimilated by this dream, and then makes us feel that everything in this dream is reasonable.
It's like we have a lot of messy and unreasonable dreams, it is because our state of mind has entered another framework.
I ’m still a little bit uncomfortable here, but Song Jiaqi seems to be unaware, walking down the street, watching all kinds of people walking in costumes, and there are some guise, wine flags, and plaques hanging in front of the shop, as if we It is really through to ancient times.
At this moment, the little girl who led the way turned around and said to us: "There is a carriage in front.
I nodded. I haven't sat in the carriage yet. I didn't expect to experience it in my dream.
We followed the little girl and forgot to ask her what her name was and how long she had been walking. In our dreams, we didn't seem to think there was any problem with walking for so long, but just followed her patiently.
There is no end in this street, as if there is no end. After walking for a while, we passed a wonton stall. At this moment, the little girl suddenly turned her head to call me "brother", and then said that she wanted to eat wonton.
Song Jiaqi also said suddenly, "If the child wants to eat, you will buy her a bowl."
At this moment, a consciousness suddenly implanted in my mind. Song Jiaqi and I were husband and wife, and the little girl in front of us was our daughter.
I can still stay awake and know that this is a dream, but Song Jiaqi seems to have fallen completely.
When I heard Song Jiaqi ’s words, I did n’t know what to say. I could only choose to cooperate with the consciousness that was forcibly implanted into my brain:
Well, then let ’s eat a bowl.

After I finished, I asked the owner of the wonton stall for a bowl of wonton.
At this time, I still don't have the little girl's name in my consciousness. In this dream, since he was framed as my daughter, why don't I know her name?
After a while, the owner of the wonton stall brought a bowl of wonton to the little girl, but when the wonton was served, I was taken aback. The wonton soup is red. Where is the soup? It's the blood of the hot steam ...
And those ravioli are more praise, ears floating in the blood one by one.
Seeing this scene, my stomach could not help tumbling for a while, and this joyfulness came up to give us such a sting / excitement, which is too exaggerated.
But Song Jiaqi and the little girl thought these seemed to be what they deserved. They thought that wontons were originally like this, and they were about to start eating.
I could n’t help seeing this. I went up and dumped the wonton bowl, but when the wonton was knocked to the ground, it became real wonton again. The soup is still clear soup, and the wonton It's still ravioli.
This dream is so weird!
I overturned the ravioli, and the little girl seemed to restore her previous appearance and said to us, "The carriage is in front!"
And Song Jiaqi didn't seem to know what happened just now, but asked me: "What do you say we will eat today?"
Obviously Song Jiaqi has fallen into this dream, and my state of mind is not yet stable. I can only temporarily keep myself from falling into this dream. As for Song Jiaqi, I can only temporarily protect her from being hurt in the dream. As for her Will I fall into this dream, I really have no power to manage.
And at this moment, my dream changed again. At the place where we just sat on the ravioli stall, there were three people sitting suddenly. The couple took a little girl and ate ravioli. I suddenly felt in my heart that they were Just now us.
We instantly turned to stand at the third perspective to watch the incident just now, but this change, I felt in my dream that it was not so awkward, even in my heart can readily accept it.
And Song Jiaqi also noticed the three people on the wonton stand.
It ’s just that the ravioli served by the owner of the ravioli stall to the three people is real ravioli, and then the man accidentally knocked over a bowl, just like me, and then his daughter cried, and then the ravioli stall owner came Find the man theory, and then the two of them fought, and then the owner of the wonton stall beat the man to the street with a wooden stick.
This is not over yet. The ravioli boss seemed to kill his mother with red eyes. The little girl escaped in a hurry, but the little girl did not escape, but ran to me and Song Jiaqi Leading us in front of me, the girl who ate ravioli became a little girl in white.
And all this I think is reasonable, as if things should have been like this.
I watched it beside me, and I did n’t even touch it in my heart, not because I knew it was a dream, or in my consciousness that I was watching the story, and my heart was extremely cold ...
Obviously my state of mind was once again eroded by the architecture of this dream. Thinking of this, I read the meditation mantra several times before barely pulling myself out of that architecture. At this point I already understood that the story of this ravioli stall is It ’s the real story of the little girl who led us, maybe she died like this before her death.
Thinking about this, my heart finally calmed down completely. This is still the dream, and we have to follow the little girl to the deepest part of the dream to explore the so-called human / meat feast.
At this time, Song Jiaqi seemed to have been taken awake by me, and she asked me again: "Why haven't you got to the carriage, I feel like I have been away for a long time."
I also nodded and didn't speak. The little girl in white said, "Look, there is a carriage in front."
Sure enough, looking in the direction of the little girl, a carriage was parked under a willow tree, which seemed to be a luxury type.
When I walked to the carriage, a coachman suddenly appeared beside the carriage, and the little girl disappeared. In my consciousness, I still feel that this is reasonable and reasonable, and my state of mind has been completely covered by the various structures of this dream. Took the nose away.
Although I can recognize in front of me that this is a dream, but I can't feel the unreasonable existence in the structure, what is unreasonable, such as the sudden disappearance of the little girl, I think this is the case, it should disappear .
After reluctantly recognizing that this was a dream, I couldn't help but start to guess, Huan Tuo showed us what the purpose of these was, and what did he want to show us in the end? This is not the time of Huandou life, and the stories happening here are absolutely impossible.
Song Jiaqi and I got into the carriage, and the driver drove the carriage and started to run on the road. I even felt that the carriage ran faster than the car and was more stable than the car. Of course, in my dream, I do n’t think it ’s unreasonable. of.
After the carriage ran for a while, I suddenly heard a cry outside. When I lifted the curtain of the carriage, I saw a funeral procession not far from the center of the street. The team carried two coffins and was walking in front of the team. It was the little girl who gave us the way just now. She was dressed in a white filial piety and wore a filial hat. She walked and cried a lot. She kept shouting, "Daddy, mother ..."
At that moment, the coachman suddenly said to us: "Okay, we arrived, and finally caught up, you go, too, and I have prepared clothes for you over there."
At this moment, my mind flashed quickly, and Song Jiaqi and I were here to attend the funeral. We are the uncle and aunt of the little girl.
This dream seems to be using various frameworks to test me, and then I want to use a certain framework to crush my state of mind, and let me fall into this dream completely, although my consciousness has begun to resist more and more such frequent The offensive of the framework is over, but I will never give up easily. Even if I support more than one framework, I will survive a little bit more and escape the hope of this dream.
Song Jiaqi and I still got out of the car, and I found that the clothes we wore have also changed. They are no longer the clothes we used before, but the same costumes as the people in this dream. Occupied.