"How did you get all these things? Shouldn't they be at the older girl's place?" I asked...

Zhuge Xuan said: "After the eldest girl died, grandpa and the others took people to search her house. Finally, they found a lot of things. I just took these two things secretly. My grandpa doesn't know yet.

"As she said that, Zhuge Xuan smiled slightly playfully.

I couldn't wait to untie the bamboo slip. After looking at it for a while, my eyes turned green, and I didn't recognize any of the words on it. Then I remembered that my second uncle had said that the bamboo slip was written in small seal script.

"How is it? You don't understand." Zhuge Xuan smiled at me.

I scratched my head in embarrassment, "Well, then you should know this."

"Of course." Zhuge Xuan raised her head proudly, "But I'm tired now..."

When I heard that she wanted me to beg her, I smiled slightly and said, "Xiaoxuan, please help me. I, an uneducated person like me, can only count on you. Hey, how about I make a cup for you?"

Pot of tea? Fatty has a good Tieguanyin here."

"What Xiaoxuan, I'm not very familiar with you..." Zhuge Xuan turned around and said.

I saw that there was no one else in the room, so I stepped forward, hugged her, and whispered: "Well, if you're not familiar with her yet, then, what are you going to do?"

Zhuge Xuan's face immediately turned red, and she stretched out her hand to push me away, "I'm not serious..."

This woman, that's it. It was obvious that she wanted to whet my appetite, but in the end she said that I was not serious. I smiled and nodded, and within a few minutes, Zhuge Xuan coaxed me into being submissive.

He picked up the bamboo slip and began to explain the words on it to me.

Zhuge Xuan said: "This bamboo slip is called "Nine Dreams Miscellaneous Notes". Although there are not many words on it, it actually contains very rich content. It is a draft of a notebook-style novel. Before ancient literati wrote novels,

I will write a volume of such things, guess

It's an outline of the content. But unlike ordinary ancient novel outlines, some parts of this bamboo slip are written in very detail. After reading it, my grandfather said that there was probably such a person at that time. He was in a very nervous and urgent situation.

I wrote this bamboo slip."

"Nine Dreams" is actually written about nine different dreams of one person. The first paragraph is about the story of "The Dream of Seven Stars". The story in the dream has no meaning. It talks about what happened in the dream.

The writer saw one night

The man holding the lantern drew stars with a piece of clay on a mud wall. The writer came up to talk to him. The man told him that he was an envoy from the ancient country of Yelang and was preparing to go back. The writer was thinking

It's weird, I don't know what he did

What does it have to do with going back? The envoy from the ancient Yelang country told the writer some things about the ancient Yelang country. After he finished speaking, he started to draw again. While drawing, he said: "For seven stars, three or four are the best, and one to five is the middle."

, three or three will be done, it will be

Keep it in mind." But no matter how he wrote or drew, he couldn't draw what he wanted on the mud wall with clay blocks. But suddenly, the writer found that the envoy from the ancient Yelang Kingdom was missing. Then, he

The first dream is over.

This paragraph should be what my second uncle recognized back then. However, my second uncle only knew half of what Zhuge Xuan told me at that time. It was not as detailed as what Zhuge Xuan told me. After listening to this first dream, I felt like I was listening to a supernatural novel.

Same, the aftertaste is very unpleasant.

The story about the second dream on the bamboo slips can be called "Sea Giants". Still in the dream, the writer was floating on the sea and saw four blue-skinned giants standing on the sea. They were pulling something and doing something.

It took a long time but didn't come out. So the writer went up to help, but it was still useless. At this time, the eldest of the four sea giants vomited from his mouth.

Two things came out. The writer took a look and found that they were a pair of metal gloves. The gloves were very small and could not be worn by a giant, but the writer fit them very well. After putting on the gloves, the writer found that his

His strength suddenly increased, and he was able to pull something out of the sea by himself. But before the writer could see clearly what it was, he woke up again.

In the second story, the thing that attracted my attention the most was undoubtedly the "glove".

"Metal gloves"...I secretly wondered if there might be a hint of Yuan Wuyang's gloves. But the book mentioned a pair...

While I was thinking about it, Zhuge Xuan began to tell me about the third dream. This dream can be called "Gu Insects". In the dream, many small blood-red bugs suddenly came into the writer's home.

Everything in the house was eaten up, whether it was food or tables and chairs. After the blood-red bugs passed by, nothing would be left. The writer was frightened and ran out of the house quickly. But when he looked up, he

Outside the house turned into a dense forest. Even so

, the writer still felt that those bugs were more terrifying, so he ran into the forest. Not long after, the writer saw firelight appearing in front of the forest. In an open space, a group of people were dancing around a bonfire. They

Stiff behavior

Hard and weird movements, the writer looked behind them and saw that the back of the open space was filled with coffins. At the same time, more blood-red bugs crawled out of the coffins. At this time, the writer was frightened and woke up.

The third dream is over.

I thought to myself what the hell was this talking about? What puzzled me the most was that it seemed completely unrelated to the previous two things. But thinking about it, this is the manuscript of a novel after all. Maybe the author of the book

Even if you want to write some fairy tale, it may not be possible. But judging from the reactions of daddy and the eldest girl, things should not be that simple.

To put it simply, I won’t think too much about it. I’ll think about it after I’ve listened to everything above.

The fourth dream is called "Tug of War". When I first listened to it, I thought it might be the most boring and nonsense one among the writer's nine dreams. It was about the writer dreaming of pulling a rope with someone.

In a competition of strength, the two of them went back and forth, and the fight lasted for a long time without a winner.

But in the end, the person who was competing in the tug-of-war with the writer suddenly let go, and the writer immediately pulled the rope over. At this time, the writer realized that the rope he was pulling actually belonged to the person opposite.

Intestines, take the rope all

After pulling it over, the writer discovered that the other end of the intestine was actually connected to the shadow of that person. The writer pulled the shadow of the other person over. The person was very angry and wanted to kill the writer, and then

, the writer was frightened and woke up again.

"Shadow?" I didn't expect that this story would actually be related to the shadow in the end. Indifferently, I felt that the things in this "Nine Dreams" were simply insinuating our situation.

At this moment, the fat man came back from outside. When he saw that Zhuge Xuan was there, the fat man couldn't help but look at the door that was closed just now. "Hey, fat man, I ruined your good deeds. Uh, keep going.

I'll just take a look."

"Fuck you." I glared at the fat man, "Don't talk nonsense, we have business." Then, I showed the fat man what Zhuge Xuan had brought, and told the fat man what Zhuge Xuan had just said.

He read it again. The fat man's eyes were thinking for a while, but he didn't say anything. He just held on to the video player, wanting to open it and take a look. But in the end, the fat man held back, lit a cigarette, and let Zhuge Xuan continue talking.

.

The fifth dream, "Return to Soul".

This is a complete ghost story. It is said that the writer dreamed that he died, and the person who took away his soul was not Black and White, but an old man. The old man took him forward in the soil underground.

Let's go. The writer suddenly saw something floating in the soil in front of the two of them. It was a door, but no matter how hard the writer chased, there was no distance between him and the door.

shorten.that

The old man laughed, then took out a bamboo flute and played it. Not long after, the door that had been moving forward suddenly rushed towards the writer. The writer was stunned, and the door closed.

He put it in. Then, the writer found himself lying in the coffin. The most terrifying thing was that there was a dead person lying next to it. It was a pale-faced woman with a baby in her arms.

....

Before Zhuge Xuan could finish speaking, I immediately stood up from the chair. "This..."

Both Fatty and Zhuge Xuan were startled by my reaction. "I'll go, what kind of plane are you doing? If you startle me, you'll hurt me..." Fatty almost swallowed the cigarette in his mouth.

"Impossible." I said to myself, "Why do these bamboo slips also write about women holding babies? How is this possible?"

"Yuan Jie, why do you say that? Have you ever seen a woman holding a baby?" Zhuge Xuan's question was actually wrong.

The fat man immediately said, "Nonsense, there are so many men holding children in the world. What's wrong with you? Isn't it just the book that says there is a woman holding children? If you walk down the street and stand there for ten minutes, I'm sure you'll see several

indivual."

"It's not what you think..." I frowned and told me about the time I left my hometown and the woman I saw in the Snow Forbidden City dressed in white and holding a child in her arms.

.

"What?" Fatty shouted immediately, "You saw such a person there? Why didn't you tell me before I went?"

"There were too many things that happened during that time. I don't have the energy to think about them." I shook my head and said, "If it weren't for this bamboo slip today, I might never be able to remember it."

Allusion... I secretly thought to myself, this girl is definitely allusion to some of our experiences. This bamboo slip... is just a dream... what does it want to say?

What?

After smoking half a cigarette and calming down a little, I said to Zhuge Xuan: "Don't worry about it for now. You can continue talking."

Zhuge Xuan looked at me slightly worriedly, and then continued to follow the bamboo slips.

The sixth dream, "Voice".

While the writer was half asleep, he heard someone calling him. But he couldn't wake up. After a while, he heard someone opening the door and walking in from the outside, and then slowly came to his bedside.

Zhuge Xuan paused when she said this. I thought she wanted to take a closer look at the writing on it. After all, it was Xiaozhuan, so it couldn't be as familiar as simplified Chinese characters. But after a while, I didn't hear her continue.

So the fat man and I both turned our heads.

"Why don't you continue?" I asked.

Zhuge Xuan looked at us with a strange expression, then he spread the bamboo slips on the table and pointed to a passage in it with his finger, "Look, I just read this."

Fatty had some knowledge of Xiaozhuan, but he was obviously not as thorough as Zhuge Xuan. "Very... very something... Tsk, this should be what that person said in his ear."

, Don’t be tempted, Fatty, I admit that my skills are not as good as those of others, right?"

Zhuge Xuan said: "You are right. Here, the man said something in the ear of the writer, but it is strange. Although it was written in Xiaozhuan, here, this sentence is not in classical Chinese.

, but a spoken word.”

"What's so strange about this? The ancients didn't always speak in a literate manner. Maybe the people who wrote the books just couldn't stand themselves," said the fat man.
To be continued...