Fei Fan understands Ye Mingmei's mood!

She slept for countless more years, and when she woke up, the world was completely different from what it had been.

There were cars running on the road, airplanes flying in the sky, phones in everyone's hands, and people walking in a hurry but with blurred faces, none of which were the same as her original cognition.

She was afraid that fear was inevitable.

If it was him, he would be scared too!

She stood by the familiar river, stood for a day and a night, and it took a long time to figure it out. "It's been a thousand years! Time flies! ”

He heard numbness in her voice.

After a long time of disappointment, it will become a habit.

He saw with his own eyes that she couldn't go back to her home, that her relatives no longer knew each other, and that the daughter of the once high-ranking family had become a lonely ghost today.

The world has changed so much, there is no longer her familiar appearance, and she doesn't know if the man she wants to find is still there, that feeling is like a lonely meteor crossing the sky, and in the end it can only go to perdition.

She activated the formation again, and the formation lit up for a moment, and then dispersed.

She walked alone in a strange city, couldn't ride a car, didn't understand the traffic rules, didn't understand the language here, and couldn't even understand those inexplicable words and strange symbols.

Only in a familiar place may she have a sense of security, knowing that she is really alive and not pursuing a dream.

She stood there for three days and three nights.

He watched from the side for three days and three nights.

He said, Ye Mingmei, Ye Mingmei, look at me, I'm Fei Fan...... I...... It's really Favan.

He said, I can also sing to you, pick flowers for you to wear, blindfold you to make you laugh, take you to ride the merry-go-round, and take you to see the prosperity of the world.

Ye Mingmei, look at me!

Ye Mingmei didn't squint, she couldn't hear anything, she couldn't see anything, her heart was already dead.

Her feet headed towards the edge of the cliff and walked to ......

Then, jumped......

……

"Don't! Don't jump! ”

Fafan woke up from his fright, tears streaming down his face.

The assistant hurriedly said, "Brother Fei, what's wrong with you, Brother Fei?" Do you have nightmares? ”

Fei Fan grabbed his arm tightly, not knowing that he had pinched the other party, "What about Ye Mingmei?" Where am I? ”

"I don't know where Mr. Ye is, you're in the studio! Acting just now, you played a corpse, and you fell asleep, and the director said that you were too tired, so let you rest and rest. ”

Fei Fan hurriedly lifted the blanket on his body and stumbled outside.

He didn't know where he was going to find Mingmei, so he could only run towards the director's office familiarly, pushed open the door, and sure enough, he saw that familiar figure there.

The person in front of him is also white-haired, cold and lonely, alienated and indifferent.

But the two people are different.

He has accompanied Ye Mingmei for thousands of years in his dreams, how can he not know what kind of girl it is?

Although the person in front of her had the same face as Ye Mingmei, the momentum between her eyebrows clearly told him that they were two people.

His steps stopped abruptly, and suddenly he didn't know what to do?

Did you ask her if Ye Mingmei was real? Or ask her why she is also called Ye Mingmei?

Who would believe in a dream! Although the dream was so real that it hurt his heart, his heart was like a knife.

Mingmei raised her head, looked at him indifferently, and saw clearly the sore spots on his face, love and hate.

She said lightly: "Do you see clearly?" ”

"What?" Fei Fan was stunned.

"Do you see who you are?"

Fei Fan stammered. "I ...... I...... I'm Fafan? ”

A smile of indifference at the corner of her bright lips. "You saw it!"

Fafan's heart was beating wildly. "That woman ......"

"It's dead!" Mingmei glanced at him, there was no emotion in her eyes, Fei Fan's pain was nothing in her opinion, she had seen the most tragic pain, and the pain in front of her was really nothing.

Fei Fan was very dizzy, he shook for a while, and held on to the door to stand firm. "Is that true?"

Mingmei smiled, and she tapped her finger on the table.

The door closes automatically.

A mirror entangled in the air clearly reflects Fei Fan's face: the wizard Fei Fan thousands of years ago, the scholar-like Fei Fan, the fisherman-like Fei Fan, the son-like Fei Fan, the soldier-like Fei Fan, the starving Fei Fan, and the down-and-out Fei Fan......

The diverse identities reflect Fei Fan's thousand-year-old life.

His life is different from Ye Mingmei.

His life is vivid, full of joys, sorrows, and human feelings, he has parents, relatives, wives and children, he will fight for it, and he will cry and struggle for it.

Ye Mingmei's thousand-year-old life is like a walking corpse.

The two contrast, the pain spreads.

"What counts as true? What counts as fake? Is what you see true, or is that millennium fake? Can you tell the difference? ”

Fei Fan didn't know anything, he tasted the smell of blood in his mouth, the smell was so strong that it seemed as if the blood from all over his body poured into his mouth.

Long.

The mirror is gone.

Bright and calm sat there.

Fei Fan said in a hoarse voice, "Who are you?" ”

The real Ye Mingmei doesn't have such an ability, if he had, he would have found him a long time ago, and the two would not miss out on a thousand years.

Mingmei didn't answer, just said calmly: "I am myself, not her, there is no relationship between you and me." ”

Fei Fan lowered his head. "I know!"

Mingmei got up and walked outside, and when she passed by Fei Fan, she heard Fei Fan say, "Is her soul gone?" ”

"Hmm!" Bright Road.

Fei Fan's tears fell one by one. "Ji Hongxue ......"

Mingmei: "Her retribution will come soon. ”

Fei Fan: "Thank you, thank you really if it weren't for you...... I'll never know the truth, I ...... Isn't it scummy? ”

clarified his identity as Fei Fan, and that love came across the millennium, almost knocking him down.

He began to be unable to tolerate his freedom in the world, while the woman he had loved was staggering to death in the world, a feeling of sadness and guilt almost annihilated him, and he wished that the person who died was himself.

Mingmei was silent and said calmly: "You are not ruthless, your wife in every life is very similar to her." ”

The door closed.

Bright is gone.

Far away, she heard a lone wolf's scream of pain coming from the room.

She walked out with a determined step.

When night falls, the stars dot the streets.

Under the tree, is her familiar figure.

Sang Ruojin looked at her watch, smiled and walked up quickly, and conjured a small cage from behind her, in which a round bird was raised. "When I passed by the flower and bird market, I found this little guy, and at first glance, I felt something familiar, so I bought it."