Xun Qing felt that he had a dream.

The confusing and confusing dream seems to have no end.

In the dream, he met a new friend, and then left his friend in a panic to escape, experiencing a peaceful and happy life, but that life also fell apart in front of him.

It seemed that I had gained courage, but soon lost the courage...

Those dreams in the world were too long, and they were overwhelmed. When they looked back, they found that they were already standing at the end of the lonely dream.

In the dusk sunset, dust in the air fell down like broken sand of stars. In the empty station, only the track car opened the door and waited quietly.

"Brother Xun Qing, it's time for you to leave."

In the silence, Li Xiang on the bench slowly stood up and told him: "No need to accompany me anymore, you shouldn't stay here."

"What about you?"

Xun Qing looked at him uneasyly: "Lixiang, where are you going?"

"Probably, I'm going to the next stop?"

The young man held the pipa and turned around. His eyes were no longer empty, illuminated by the sunset light, calm and clear, filled with some kind of glow that Xun Qing had never seen before.

Finally, he smiled softly at him: "I want to go to a place without lies."

Xun Qing stretched out his hand and wanted to grab the corner of his clothes.

But the corner of his clothes fluttered from the wind.

It's not enough to catch it.

Just like that, Li Xiang walked into Xi's car, the door closed behind him, and through the window, finally waved to him, as if he was saying something with a smile.

But it was covered by the roar of the chaotic carriage.

Xun Qing couldn't hear clearly.

In the violent shock and the increasingly dazzling sunlight, he staggered back, struggled, opened his eyes from the nightmare, and gasped violently.

What comes into view is a strange room.

Simple and simple.

The door opened slightly, and a gentle wind blew under the afternoon sun.

The sound of children playing outside came from outside.

The quiet room echoes the crisp sound of the game.

Just on the low table by the window, the young man with his back facing him was kneeling in front of the chessboard, holding an ancient chess score in one hand and holding black and white chess pieces in the other.

Faced with the complex situation on the chessboard, meditated.

Hearing Xun Qing's voice, he turned around in shock, and soon realized, put down what was in his hand and brought him a bowl of water.

"Drink slowly, don't worry."

Xun Qing took a sip and started to choke violently. The bowl fell from his hand. The boy just calmly wiped away the wet marks for him without any impatientness: "Please don't move around, you are still very weak and need a long time to recuperate..."

"Me, where am I?" Xun Qing wanted to support her body: "How long have I slept? Now, when is it now?"

"This is Yongpingfang. The teacher opened a private school. You were picked up by us from the river. You were unconscious for a long time. The teacher said that you were suffering from hardship and overwhelmed. I thought you would sleep for a long time, but I didn't expect you to wake up in just three days..."

"Three days?"

Xun Qing lost his voice and could no longer control himself. He forced himself to hold up and staggered forward with the wall: "No, I have to go to Li Bai, look for Axiang, I have to..."

"Don't go out, Mr. Xun Qing."

The boy said, "The teacher said, you may be in danger."

Xun Qing's movements stopped for a moment and was stunned: "How do you know my name?"

The boy sighed silently and handed over a newspaper that he had just sent today: "It all said it was written on it."

On the unfolding newspaper, Xun Qing's avatar was printed, which was a wonderful painting. His appearance and essence were outlined in just a few strokes, and it was hard to admit his mistake.

In addition, there is Li Bai's face, and even... Lixiang!

Xun Qingru was struck by lightning, and his trembling hands could hardly grasp the dibao, and it was even harder to see the handwriting on it. It was not until the thing fell to the ground that he vaguely identified a few lines of handwriting.

Li Bai, the "Heavenly Man" in the Yunzhong, was arrested and awaited trial for suspected assassination of the noble and wealthy merchant of the Li family. His companion Li Xiang was actually a vicious assassin, deer antler, who had been shot dead by Dali Temple. The only fish in the gang that escaped was the candidate of the owner, Xun Qing. Now that he has been removed from the quota, he has escaped.

——A reward of ten thousand gold!

"I...I..."

Xun Qing's face was pale, and he felt a buzzing sound of his ears. He was spinning and he had no strength to sit on the ground.

I don't know whether I should be shocked or confused.

But for some reason, he felt nothing in his heart at this moment, just a calmness, which made him feel uneasy.

Am I really okay?

Am I really fine?

Am I really...not in hell?

Xun Qing covered his face, suppressing the pain and whine in his lungs, and could no longer breathe.

Perhaps, he did not wake up, and was still in a nightmare. He wanted to open his eyes again and return to the Xi car that left Changan half a year ago.

Even if you become an unknown and down-and-out mechanism again, it doesn't matter if you have nothing.

He can stay away from all this and leave Chang'an forever.

Choose another life that will not be painful.

At least not losing everything again...

That guy Xun Qing, there will be no accident, right?

In the interrogation room, Li Bai, who was among the shackles, looked up at the sky cut by the fence outside the iron window, sighed silently, hoping that he would be safe and sound.

Even if you are afraid of all this, it doesn't matter if you run away.

Don't do anything stupid.

He closed his eyes and heard the sound of thunderous thunder on the other end of the table.

"How long do you expect to fool us with such a ridiculous lie?"

The interrogator from the Ministry of Justice slammed the table and was furious: "I advise you not to have any luck, and don't expect Di Renjie to protect you! Li Bai, your assassination of Bo Qingjun was taken over by our Ministry of Justice. The evidence is ashamed of the mountain. What else do you have to refute!"

"I've said it many times, this adult."

Li Bai raised his eyes and looked at the indignant old man behind the table, telling him seriously: "Everything is done by Wu Yougong. Lu Daoxuan secretly plotted against Chang'an, including Ji Xian, Qingshanhui, Li Boqing and Ji Xianke, are all his accomplices. If you really want to protect this city, you should not waste time on me."

"All nonsense!"

The old man snorted coldly: "Mr. Lu died of illness a few days ago. He was cremated and mourned under the witness of many institutional teachers in Chang'an City. Do you expect to put all the evidence of crimes on him and be cleaned by himself? Let's not mention Ji Xian, who died in your hands, the Qingshan would have been beaten up in one fell swoop. Li Boqing was killed by you, so it would be okay if you say anything.

But don’t forget that Ji Xianke is not dead yet. When you corrected him, he was still drinking on the flower street. I wonder how many people can see it clearly!"

"That's fake." Li Bai shook his head.

"Then what you said is true? It's stubborn!" The interrogator was furious and waved: "Come on, I'll be punished!"

There is silence.

In the corner, Yuan Fang looked at the man next to the interrogator with his eyes closed and restless shrugged helplessly.

"There is no such thing in Dali Temple." Di Renjie raised his eyes and said calmly: "Since I entered Dali Temple, I have fully implemented civilized law enforcement and will never let a good person be wronged... All torture instruments have been destroyed a few years ago."

"Ha, can Dali Temple not use punishment when handling cases?" The interrogator of the Ministry of Justice sneered.

"Maybe someone else needs it, but I don't."

Di Renjie answered for granted, raised his hand and pointed to his eyes: "I can tell whether it is true or not."

"I just keep protecting such a criminal who is extremely evil. I think your life is over, Lord Di!"

The interrogator glanced at him coldly: "I want to take Li Bai back to the Heavenly Prison for interrogation."

"This matter is very important, please show your majesty's will." Di Renjie remained unmoved: "If it is not possible, please forgive me for being unable to be ordered."

The argument between the two started again.

Li Bai raised his eyes, stared at the sky outside the window, and looked at each flying bird.

Until the interrogator from the Ministry of Justice left.

"This is just the beginning."

Di Renjie finally reminded: "The situation in the future may not be better than now. You may need to be prepared. Those guys are like flies with blood, only chasing the target, but never caring about where the blood comes from."

"Do you believe me?" Li Bai asked.

"I chose to trust you, that's all."

Di Renjie looked at him for the last time and sighed silently: "The searches of Dali Temple over the past few days have not been found, and there is no whereabouts of Wu Yougong.

I hope you don't let me down."

"I try my best."

Li Bai stood up and cooperated with the escort to the cell.

Just before going out, I looked back at him last.

"Thanks."

Such words are like hallucinations.

When Di Renjie turned around in surprise, he had already dissipated in the wind.

"You must cherish your life after you go back, and you can't dive again."

In front of the private school gate, a rabbit-eared demon-seeded girl holding snacks, looking at Xun Qing's appearance, and tried hard to tiptoe to pat Xun Qing on the shoulder.

As if imitating the adult's appearance, he said to him seriously: "No matter how painful the things are, they will pass. Touch your head, and unhappy things will fly away."
To be continued...