My Wife is the Final Boss

2021-08-05

  Chapter 43 Illogical Dreams   Xu Chang'an walked out of the room and stepped on the soft soil , Lifts the head and looked at this real dream.

The sky is cleaner than before, and the gentle and soft light shone over the entire island.

The familiar scene in front of him made Xu Chang'an temporarily ignoring the violations in his dream.

He woke up in the hut and was still practicing calligraphy, so this timeline should be about three years after he was on the island.

"revisit an old haunt ……Although it is fake."

Xu Chang'an looked towards In the distance, I saw a lot of vitality, there is a red stone path from the narrow gate The front winds forward, passing through the circular high wall, leading directly to the inner courtyard. Behind the high wall are blue bricks and red tiles, and three or four small buildings stand in great numbers.

The small building in the center is Yun Qian’s residence. From the angle of Xu Chang'an, you can see the exquisite shame window.

Of course, the current timeline is still Yun Qian's boudoir, but in the future it will be his room with Yun Qian.

According to the time in the dream, Xu Chang'an, who is still a steward, lives in the front yard. There are two cypress trees in front of the door. In the middle of the yard there is a stream drawn down from the hill. You can hear the gurgling water faintly. Very cozy, a stone table and a few stone benches are set in the center of the shallow stream.

"Book?"

Xu Chang'an looked at the pile of books on the stone table, walked over and opened it, and found that he actually wrote Yun Qian for the calligraphy practice. The novel, this should be a long time later, and now in the time of the dream, he hasn't recognized all the words.

And when she was on the island, Yun Qian didn't read what he wrote. She started reading after going to Northern Mulberry City.

The dream is really a dream, and there are violations everywhere, so I can’t think about it.

……

Xu Chang'an looked at the stone bench in the center of the stream, flashed some good memories in his mind, and couldn’t help the corners of the mouth. curved.

In the past, when the weather was warm, Yun Qian liked to sit on the stone bench in the stream and pat his feet, while feeling the warm water flowing between his toes, he ate the snacks he made here.

Sometimes you can sit for a whole day by sitting, and if you don't lift her up, your toes will turn pale.

At that time, either he or Yun Qian, life was very comfortable, and there was no concept of time.

Xu Chang'an walks through the courtyard and walks along the path to an exquisite fourth layer loft. In the distance, a scent of incense rises slowly. Sandalwood mixed with paper and ink makes people relaxed and joyful .

The bookshelves stand in great numbers, at a glance, there are at least dozens of rows.

This is the collection of books on the island. Xu Chang'an learned how to recognize and practice calligraphy and the understanding of this world here. Now I see it again, and I feel that my wife is really... It's very mysterious.

The text is Heavenly Ascension Ladder.

The average person's home does not have so many books.

Xu Chang'an walked up the small building and came to Yun Qian's room.

Although it was a dream, Xu Chang'an knocked on the door subconsciously.

"Miss."

"..."

It was quiet, and no one responded.

Not here?

Actually not in the room.

Xu Chang'an originally thought that according to his subconscious, Yun Qian was either resting or basking in the yard.

He opened the door, and with a good smell blowing on his face, the entrance was a screen. By going around the screen, Yun Qian's boudoir was exposed in front of his eyes.

Although he has not yet come in to live in the boudoir at this time, because he will come to clean Yun Qian every two days, Xu Chang'an is very impressed by the layout here.

The room is very exquisite, with everything that it should have. The delicate and pretty embroidered mattress pattern on the couch has Yun Qian's personal aesthetic characteristics.

However, Yun Qian’s boudoir did not have so many decorations. The walls were basically empty. Only a painting hung on the head of the bed. Unfortunately, the timing of the appearance of this painting was not quite right. Because it was a long time since he painted a portrait of Yun Qian.

"I used to be an abstractist..." Xu Chang'an looked at the unsightly painting on the wall, and hid his face helplessly.

Who gave him the courage to paint a portrait of Yun Qian?

Black history.

As soon as Xu Chang'an thought, the painting on the wall and the frame disappeared.

Raising the curtain, Xu Chang'an opened the window.

This is the fourth floor, so from Yun Qian's room, you can see a blue, sea and sky in the distance, and you can also see most of the nearby scenery.

Everywhere is empty, no sign of anyone is found.

Miss Yun...the person.

It is hard for Xu Chang'an to imagine that when he was dreaming, Yun Qian could not be found in his dream.

Isn't his love for Yun Qian so deep?

How is it possible.

Xu Chang'an's eyes twitched slightly.

At this time, if he took the initiative to control the dream and let Yun Qian appear, Xu Chang'an would feel inexplicably where oneself had lost.

thoughts move, he looked towards not far from the west.

There is a lush and green bamboo forest in the backyard. If there is any place on this island that Yun Qian can go according to his idea, there is only there.

The dream of own, of course, must follow the most basic idea of ​​oneself.

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Xu Chang'an looked at the bamboo forest in front of him.

Bamboo is not as odorless as others say. In fact, it exudes a fresh and strange smell, similar to the smell of rice mixed with the soil after a light rain.

The clear bamboo scent assaults the senses, and in front of me are bamboos with the thickness of the bowl and towering into the middle of the mountain.

Yun Qian often came here with him to escape the heat, walk or rest. Xu Chang'an later chopped down the bamboo here and made a bamboo chair for Yun Qian.

So after going out, Yun Qian still retains the habit of lying on the bamboo chair and basking in the sun even if he lives in Northern Mulberry City.

Xu Chang'an now looks back and finds that all the habits of Yun Qian are cultivated by him.

So, they are the Older Wife and Younger Husband, who is nurturing whom... Maybe it is really not accurate.

Xu Chang'an smiled a few times at the corner of his eyes.

They have done many things here, and there are too many memories of him and his wife in the bamboo forest.

Xu Chang'an's mood suddenly calmed down. If this is his dream, then Yun Qian must be in the vicinity.

Absence is a problem with the dream.

Xu Chang'an walked slowly into the bamboo forest, soft light everywhere, cutting the light and shadow into pieces.

"..."

It turns out that Xu Chang'an's self-confidence is justified because he really saw Miss Yun in his dream.

It's just by the pool not far away.

"?"

After seeing everything clearly, the corners of Xu Chang'an's eyes twitched.

This is different from what he thought.

I saw a girl with a very good figure, wearing a short skirt and a white ribbon on her head, with her back facing him, kneeling barefoot on the muddy floor, half of her body stained, and her hands holding sticky mud.

Is this Miss Yun who is as graceful and glamorous as Fairy in his house?

Xu Chang'an couldn't help his heart twitching, feeling the whole dream world trance for a moment.

Otherwise, I'd better wake up.

If Yun Qian knew that she was kneeling and playing in the mud in her own dream, she didn't know what to think.

(End of this chapter)