0p0 Chapter 162 He is dead
Chapter 162 He is dead
Xiao Mu frowned and fell into deep thought.
He also didn't understand why Ye Xiaoxiao dreamed of these places. What secrets were hidden in them?
First it was Murong Jin's abnormality, and now Xiaoxiao's also had something strange going on.
Xiao Mu suddenly felt as if there was a fog in front of his eyes, and he didn’t know whether it was good or bad.
Ye Xiaoxiao was also a little uneasy, if for no other reason, because she knew the ending of Xiao Mu's previous life. Now, she dreamed of the desolate northwest again, and she had not painted all of the tragic scenes there.
Does that mean that what I dreamed about was exactly what happened after Xiao Mu’s death in his previous life?
But who is the boy in the dream?
She didn't know yet whether she should ask General Xiao.
Liu Yunniang gently held Ye Xiaoxiao's hand, trying to calm her down.
"Don't be afraid, Xiaoxiao. Maybe this is just a coincidence. General Xiao, are you sure that the places in these paintings are Liangcheng and Youcheng?"
Xiao Mu nodded, pointed to a spot on the painting, and said in a positive tone,
"I'm sure. The features of these walls are very obvious. I've been there for so long, I wouldn't make a mistake. In fact, the marks on the wall of Liangcheng are the marks left by the Rongdi's kerosene attack that year. If someone has never seen it, they will never be able to draw it."
His tone was full of doubt.
Xiaoxiao and Yunniang naturally had never been to Liangcheng.
So what is going on?
The three of them fell silent, and the atmosphere became somewhat heavy.
After a while, Xiao Mu slowly opened his mouth and said,
"This is very strange. We must find out why Xiaoxiao dreamed of these places. Xiaoxiao, would you be willing to draw all the scenes in your dream?"
Liu Yunniang looked at Ye Xiaoxiao worriedly. Perhaps it was because of what Murong Jin said about his past life that she felt a little uneasy.
"Xiaoxiao, you......"
Xiao Mu pondered for a moment.
"Xiaoxiao, is it okay?"
Ye Xiaoxiao no longer felt the anxiety she had just felt. Her eyes were firm.
"Sure, Uncle Xiao, I remember it clearly. Please ask someone to prepare some pens, ink, paper and inkstone, and I will start painting now."
Xiao Mu immediately ordered Mo Feng to prepare the necessary items.
After a while, Mo Feng came in with the best writing brushes, ink, paper and inkstone.
Ye Xiaoxiao looked at the tools in front of her, took a deep breath, and then began to paint with concentration.
Her little hand tightly grasped the brush, sketching out the scene in her dream stroke by stroke.
The first thing that appears on the paper is the ancient and weathered city wall of Liangcheng. Traces of kerosene on the wall are clearly visible, as if telling of the war and suffering in the past.
Then she painted the wilderness outside the city, with wild grass swaying in the wind, a desolate scene.
In the distance of the wilderness, Ye Xiaoxiao drew an army.
The flags of this army were somewhat blurred, but it was evident that they were demoralized and exhausted.
The soldiers' faces were covered with dust and fatigue, and their eyes revealed despair.
Ye Xiaoxiao carefully described the expressions of each soldier, as if she had really seen these people with her own eyes.
As the picture unfolded, Ye Xiaoxiao drew a little boy.
The little boy stood on a hill, looking at Liangcheng from afar. His eyes were full of sadness and confusion, which made people feel pity.
Ye Xiaoxiao didn't know who this little boy was, but he left a deep impression on her in her dream.
Behind the little boy was a dark forest.
There is a mysterious atmosphere in the forest, which makes people feel a little uneasy.
Ye Xiaoxiao hesitated for a moment, but decided to draw the forest because she felt that the forest might have an important connection with the entire dream.
After drawing the forest, Ye Xiaoxiao drew a river.
The river flows by Liangcheng, and the water is clear. But in the lower reaches of the river, there are some strange whirlpools and undercurrents, which make people feel a little dangerous.
Ye Xiaoxiao continued to paint, and the scenes from her dream kept appearing in her mind.
She drew the streets and houses in Liangcheng, all of which looked somewhat dilapidated and deserted.
There was no one on the street, only some debris blown by the wind.
Ye Xiaoxiao didn’t know why Liangcheng had become like this, but she could feel the prosperity and vitality that this city once had.
However, these paintings, without exception, give people a feeling of desolation.
Ye Xiaoxiao put down the brush and let out a breath.
As she looked at the painting she had drawn, she no longer felt fear, but became more curious.
Xiao Mu and Liu Yunniang were also shocked when they looked at Ye Xiaoxiao's painting.
They didn't expect Ye Xiaoxiao's dreams to be so clear and detailed, as if she had really experienced these things.
Liu Yunniang didn't have too many associations in her mind, but she was a little worried that these scenes in the dream might be too heavy for a child like Xiaoxiao.
Liu Yunniang held Ye Xiaoxiao's hand tightly, her eyes full of worry.
"Xiaoxiao, your dream is really weird. Do you feel any discomfort in your body? Are you scared?"
Ye Xiaoxiao shook her head and said,
"Mom, I'm fine. I'm just curious about what this dream is all about."
After comforting her mother, Ye Xiaoxiao turned around and looked at the silent Xiao Mu.
He was seen staring at the paintings, his expression changing unpredictably.
"General Xiao..."
Ye Xiaoxiao's tone was a little worried. Could this really not be a dream?
Xiao Mu did not respond and fell into deep thought alone. He stared at the painting, at the indifferent child in the painting.
Isn't this a dream?
If Xiao Mu had some doubts about Murong Jin before, now, because of Ye Xiaoxiao's words, he believed it.
It turns out that he really died in his previous life.
Yunniang and Xiaoxiao didn't know who the child was in the painting, but he recognized him at first sight.
That's Xiao Chen.
He is his nephew.
He is also the only child left by his sister.
If he were still alive, he would never leave him alone to suffer.
Although I am usually strict with him, his small figure in the painting looks so lonely and helpless.
An indescribable grief surged in Xiao Mu's heart, and he seemed to be able to feel Xiao Chen's despair and confusion at that moment.
Xiao Mu's eyes became deeper and deeper, and his thoughts gradually drifted away.
Yes, he died, so Xiao Chen was left alone.
Ye Xiaoxiao looked at Xiao Mu's sad expression and saw that he was staring at the child, and her heart was filled with sympathy.
She gently pulled the corner of Xiao Mu's clothes and said,
"Uncle Xiao, who is that little boy? Why do you look so sad?"
Xiao Mu slowly squatted down, looked at Ye Xiaoxiao's innocent eyes, and spoke softly.
"Xiaoxiao, that little boy is my nephew, his name is Xiao Chen. His mother is my biological sister, and I, in my previous life, no, in your dream, I probably didn't protect him..."