"Tong'er, wake up, you see that the pear blossoms outside the house are blooming so beautifully, don't sleep anymore, can you go with me to enjoy the flowers?"

Who's calling? The voice was so far away that it seemed to come from thousands of miles away. But although this invitation was heard for the first time, it was like a thousand years ago, and it had echoed in her ears, and it has not ceased to this day.

The voice was so familiar that she must have known the person who spoke, but she couldn't remember who he was. She wanted to open her eyes and maybe see his face, but her eyelids were so heavy that she couldn't separate them anyway.

"Let me open my eyes, I want to see you!" she repeated over and over again, with a strong desire in her heart. After countless efforts, I struggled hard in my mind, and my eyes finally broke free from the shackles and slowly opened.

The sunlight was so strong that when she opened her eyes, the bright light stimulated her like a pinprick and she had to close it again. But she was not willing to fall into darkness again, and soon began to test again, eager to see her surroundings at once—she was curious about this place, and she only wanted to know where she was, and who the one who called on her would be.

After struggling for a long time, she was finally able to adapt to the light, and she saw that she was lying in an extremely delicate bamboo house, with a bamboo bed underneath, but only a bamboo bed frame, and the bed board in the middle was a whole piece of jade that was so green that it was almost gushing out of water. The jadeite is paved with a precious white fox skin, although the jadeite is cold, the white fox skin converts the cold into a kind of warmth that is sweet into the heart. Lying on the soft and comfortable fox skin, the fatigue and pain around her body melted into this warmth.

Close to the window lattice, a bamboo table is placed, there is a white jade porcelain bottle on the table, and a few pear blossoms in full bloom are inserted in the bottle, and the fragrance comes from the bursts, which makes her feel relaxed and happy. Looking at his injured calf, it has been neatly bandaged with a white cloth. She didn't know what kind of ointment was applied to the wound, she only felt a trace of coolness seeping into her skin and then into her blood vessels, and although the whole leg had regained consciousness, the pain was completely gone, and only the cold refreshment was left.

She twisted and sat up, looked down at her clothes, and couldn't help but scream. It turned out that her shirt and skirt, which had been stained when she fled in the Mobei Snow Plain, had been replaced, and now she was wearing a white wide-sleeved gauze skirt. I don't know what material this skirt is woven from, with a faint fragrance, and the neckline and cuffs are embroidered with delicate pear petals.

The sun outside the window is pleasant, and the mottled broken shadows are sprinkled on the bamboo table through the window lattice, but there is no one around. She moved her legs, trying to move them off the bed, and when her feet stepped on the bamboo floor, she was able to stand up on the edge of the bed.

She was bent on finding the person who called her, and since there was no one in the house, perhaps she would be able to see him outside the house. So she leaned against the base of the wall with difficulty, limping outward, holding her breath, careful with every step, lest she disturb the stillness of the petals outside the door if she was not careful.

Finally walking to the bamboo door, she took a deep breath, hesitated slightly, and reached out to pull it away.

Suddenly, the strong sunlight poured down overhead, making her unsteady on her feet again. She hurriedly turned to her side and ducked against the doorframe. It took a while to get used to it, and then I limped out of the bamboo house.

It is a snow-white world occupied by pear blossoms.

Leaving the bamboo house, she embarked on a winding bluestone path. The trail is covered with a thick layer of fallen flowers, and the true color of the road surface has almost been completely obscured.

She was amazed at walking on the trail without having to lift her feet with her own strength. As soon as she touched the pavement, the petals gathered like a spirit at her feet to form a soft pear blossom platform. Stepping on this pear blossom platform, your feet can be submerged by the petals all the way to your ankles. When she stood firm, the flower platform carried her and began to drift forward.

After walking for a long time in the fragrant flowers and snow, in the distance, she saw a carved pavilion with a spire. A little closer, the three words on the hanging frieze of the pavilion appeared in front of her, and she whispered: "Pear Blossom Pass". (To be continued.) )