C7

"Start" — "Turn off the computer" — "Turn off" — Unplug the power.

I stretched lazily, rubbed my swollen, aching eyes, removed the rattan chair, leaned back, and let myself fall onto the bed. My mind went blank for three seconds, and then I fell into a torrent of sleep. I raised my hand and hit the light switch at the head of my bed.

My soul in this early spring night, in the hallway, in the darkness of the dark, an ancient, bustling, sleepless city, with yellow streetlights stretching in rows to the end of the night, and sometimes a car speeding by, its headlights flashing, flashing away like ghosts of the night, under the dim yellow light of the street lamps.

I was annoyed by the atmosphere of this color, which swayed towards the silent mountain range, which was a sea of rising and falling ink, deep mountains, ancient cypress towering into the sky, the sound of the forest like a wave, moss and green, the high and low rocks winding up along a winding path, appearing and disappearing between the shade and the rocks. I climbed the stone steps to the top of the mountain and stopped at the top of a strange mountain that had suddenly risen thousands of miles.

I saw a figure dressed in white.

She stood on top of a cliff, the mountain breeze fluttering as it blew up her unbound black hair and fluttering skirt. It was a type of beauty that was absolutely gorgeous, enough to make the beauty of the world lose its tolerance.

She looked at me from afar and gave me a weird smile. Her red lips opened slightly, and she said, "Come with me, this is the world you created …" Her feet slightly moved as she floated in the air like a snowflake or a snow butterfly.

I let out a light breath, and my soul returned to my body. This was just a dream, a dream that had accompanied me for many nights, and I knew that the pure white woman in white, whose name was Mo You, was the beautiful, resentful, and infatuated white fox that I wrote about.

I was not afraid, only faintly sad and remorseful, and I felt like a cruel creator, paving the way for my people and making them happy.

Heavy curtains cut off the dim yellow light of the street lamps, and the gentle sound of the wall clock hands could be heard in the living room.

Three clear sounds, and the night entered the third form.

Mo You, Mo You, I'll help you lose sleep again.

Helplessly turning over, I slowly got out of bed, took my shoes and went to the study to look for a book.

The wooden door of the study was ajar, and there was no light. The silk curtain that was blue like the night made the room seem like a vast starry sky. It was deep and solemn.

Behind the half-open door stood half a man, half a figure with its back to me.

The moment my eyes touched the hazy shadow, the blood froze, and a chill ran through my fingers and quickly seeped into my heart, spreading to every single cell in my body. At that moment, I bet I really heard my own heartbeat, a strange sound that reminded me of the red drum in front of Danyang.

"Boom …"

"Boom …"

"Boom …"

The door opened on its own.

His back was completely revealed in front of me. He slowly turned around, and the dark, ink-like room seemed to have a layer of blue light surrounding him, causing me to clearly see that he was a man, with a weak crown on his head, long hair tied up in a bun, blue scarf wrapped around his head.

I recognized him at a glance. He was Yan Ruyu, and his appearance was exactly the same as mine.

This timid, ungrateful, greedy, cowardly scholar, was the one who broke Mo You's heart, making him wait for so long.

Yan Ruyu's current expression definitely did not come from my pen. He glared at me, then suddenly flicked his wide sleeve, pointed his finger at me, and yelled as he gnashed his teeth," Evil girl, that's you! It's you! He who worships the martial way and kills life without any respect demoted me from a scholar! What ability do you have to be such a girl? You only know a few words, yet you dare to speak nonsense and put on a show of being sharp, portraying a scholar as someone who has no manliness, being gentle and insightful is not even comparable to a dress, making me suffer contempt and scorn for you, how dare you! How dare you!

I flew into the room, took out a thick book from the shelf, and threw it on his body. I sneered, "Take a look at your own study. The so-called scholar who is familiar with the Dao of Confucius is just like you.

Yan Ruyu ruthlessly threw Tidemark on the ground, gritted her teeth and said, "This chat is all about people who are boorish in the mountains, who are devilish, who love women, who break the rules, how can it be used as a basis to evaluate a scholar? Moreover, there are many sentimental and dedicated men in the book, why do you have to take the dregs from the quintessence jade?"

In this world, there are many articles that take its quintessence jade, why do I need to squeeze in again?

Yan Ruyu followed behind him, and when we arrived at the entrance of the bedroom, I stopped and hesitated. I sneered, "Scholar, this is my room, your disciple Kong Meng is supposed to be a teacher and should not take even half a step into it." As expected, he no longer entered and took half a step back.

When I turned on the music player, Qi Qing's sad melody started playing. Her soft and sad voice sounded like she was crying. It was Chen Rui's "White Fox".

Yan Ruyu stood at the door, holding her breath as she listened. Her face gradually turned pale and ugly, and she said with a low voice, "Witch, am I that scholar?" He seemed to be asking me something, but he didn't wait for me to reply. Suddenly, he turned around and left. I chased him out of the door and saw that the living room was completely dark. There was no sign of his blue robe.

The music went on, sad and sad, like the tides that enfold me.