Chapter 1795: The Lost Dream (3rd Update, Please Give Me a Monthly Vote)

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"Tsk, tsk, tsk, it's so lively!"

An Lin looked at the packed venue and couldn't help but admire it.

Three hundred thousand people gathered here, holding a light ball in their hands that could constantly change colors. It seemed to be the same thing as a fluorescent stick, but the colors were purer and softer.

"Hehe, I don't know how many clothes Sister Dongfang will change tonight, woof!" Dabai turned into a mini form and followed An Lin with a bang.

In order to be less eye-catching, Nezha removed the Hot Wheels and wore a white shirt and light blue denim pants. He was clean and refreshing, and the silk scarf was like a shawl shaking. The color was bright, and the overall look was quite distinctive. , that dress and good looks made the little girls nearby turn their attention frequently.

But these little girls would never have imagined that such a handsome elder brother could be Nezha from the myth and legend.

An Lin walked all the way to the innermost part of the concert. The people who could appear here were all big shots. Not only those with money can buy tickets in the innermost part. These people included some political and business figures and international superstars. Of course, there was also An Lin. Some very familiar people.

"Hi, Mr. An Lin, here!!" A fat man with a bulging belly waved vigorously.

"Savior." An Lin also showed a friendly smile.

"Wow, he is Anlin God of War? So handsome!" Several fairies whispered to the side.

A woman wearing a blue and white Lolita costume, with golden curly hair shawl, a very three-dimensional appearance, and a golden mark on her forehead, took the initiative to step forward, stretched out her white and slender little hand, shook hands with An Lin, and said with a smile: "An Lin Hello, Fairy, I am the Light Bullet Fairy!”

An Lin suddenly realized: "It turns out to be you, hello, hello."

The light bullet fairy is a big parallel among the monks, but she didn't expect to be a foreign girl.

"Hello, hello..." The Light Bullet Fairy was also polite. She had already stretched out her right hand to shake An Lin's hand, but her left hand began to reach out dishonestly, touching the back of An Lin's hand and caressing the back of his hand. He looked up, a blush appearing on his face.

An Lin: "???"

Is this me being taken advantage of?

An Lin quickly let go of the light bullet fairy's soft little hand. The light bullet girl didn't take it seriously and continued to get close to An Lin with a smile, her beautiful sapphire eyes shining brightly.

An Lin remembered that that guy was a weirdo who poked the Celestials' chrysanthemums with a stick and spiritual weapon, and then felt that the spiritual weapon had a smell and wanted to transfer the spiritual weapon. When I met her today, she turned out to be a very nervous girl.

The elegant Qinghe Sword Immortal and the skilled fortune teller also walked forward and greeted An Lin and Nezha warmly.

An Lin quickly became involved with them.

He found it very interesting and cordial as he listened to his friends describe the changes of the human world over the past century and all kinds of interesting things that happened.

Not long after, the concert lights suddenly dimmed.

The land of stars suddenly fell into darkness.

"Xue'er! Xue'er! Xue'er..."

Three hundred thousand people, shouting one name at the same time.

Even An Lin was slightly moved by the huge momentum.

Under the bright moon.

A woman with a beautiful and refined appearance in a white dress fell from the air holding an ink and oil paper umbrella.

It's like a fairy falling into the world accompanied by the stars and moonlight.

The melodious and melodious singing suddenly rang out, and with its clear and melodious voice, the audience was transported into a strange world.

Zooming in from the very beginning, even An Lin was shocked.

After the song was finished, the audience still hadn't recovered and remained silent for more than ten seconds before thunderous applause and cheers broke out.

Dongfang Xue greeted the enthusiastic audience and suddenly said: "Today, Xue'er is very happy. A friend who has been separated for a long time suddenly came back. I just prepared a special song and planned to give it to him. "

As soon as this statement came out, the audience suddenly became excited again.

"New song, Xueer finally has a new song!"

“Super looking forward to it!!”

"I don't know who her friend is."

"Uuuuuuuuah...I'm jealous!"

"Xue'er! Xue'er! Xue'er..."

Because of Dongfang Xue's words, the field suddenly became excited.

Dongfang Xue's eyes fell on a man in the infield, as if he had traveled through a period of time, he smiled quietly and said softly: "My song is called "Dead Dream""

The lights suddenly dimmed again.

The scene that was noisy before became quiet.

The audience is still very qualified.

A devastated battlefield appeared on the stage.

An Lin saw that the color of the sky and the earth in front of him changed. The blood-red sun was on the ground line, the earth was covered with a layer of bleak light, and a sad melody sounded.

Dongfang Xue is a student who survived the battlefield. Her teachers, her classmates, and her family all died in that war. She held flowers in her hands and sang on the battlefield full of blood and death.

The singing was high-pitched at first, then peaceful, as if he was about to fall asleep.

Jingle bells, jingle bells…

It sounds like the wind blowing a wind chime.

Then it gradually turned into the bell ringing for the end of get out of class.

Dongfang Xue woke up from her dream and found that everything was a nightmare.

The singing started to get lighter.

But the good times did not last long, after a period of peace and happiness.

For some unknown reason, she appeared on the battlefield again.

An Lin listened to the singing and watched the scenes change, feeling very interesting.

He understood this song.

A very poor girl.

One day, she found that her dreams were becoming clearer and clearer. No matter what she did in the dream, she was impressed when she woke up, as if she had actually done it.

But in contrast, her reality became increasingly blurry.

When I wake up the next day, I often forget what I did yesterday.

Dreams and reality seem to be undergoing a strange change.

Reality is slowly getting away from her. Even if everything is true, even if everything feels real, she will become very confused afterwards.

The dream was approaching her. Even though she knew it was a lie, it became more and more real. Her vision, hearing, touch, smell, and taste all became real and clear...

She was wandering and struggling between reality and dreams. Gradually, she even forgot which one was a dream and which one was reality...

The end of the song.

Dongfang Xue stood on the ruins, singing a sad song of memory.

"I had a dream. There was no war in the dream. The food cooked by my mother was delicious. The smiles of my classmates and friends were right in front of me. What a beautiful dream. I really don’t want to forget it. I really don’t want to forget it..."

But this dream finally faded from her memory.

However, the irony is that what she thought was a beautiful dream was actually reality.

The world she lives in is actually her dream.

Passing dream.

What is gone is actually her reality.