mtlumby2d Chapter 673 Book 1 Dream 14
Chapter 673 Book 1 Dream 14
Shangguan He, who was standing by the window drinking alone, suddenly froze, as if he had lost his soul, his whole body frozen in that moment.
Inside the underwater palace, Nan Heng, who had just sat up, remained motionless, like a statue.
The two martial arts masters, Duan Shanhu and Po Yunlong, who were sparring in the training ground, were frozen in their stance of exchanging weapons at this moment.
The others from Canjiangyue were also frozen in place, each with their own expression.
Everyone, from the mansions in the streets and alleys to the palaces and courtyards, as well as the flowers, plants, and trees, instantly came to a standstill.
A rift appeared in the sky, and the whole world gradually collapsed.
Meanwhile, many people in the modern world wake up feeling like they've had a hazy dream.
Only a few people remember the details of their dreams, and some even feel as if they have personally experienced them.
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"The magic of love goes round and round, thinking of you makes my heart bloom day and night, but I'm afraid..."
Song Xiaoyu (back in modern times, she changed her name back) was woken up by her cell phone ringing. She touched the phone with her eyes closed and answered it directly.
"Hey."
"Song Xiaoyu, don't forget you're having your costume fitting photos taken today."
Upon hearing this, Song Xiaoyu sat up abruptly. She glanced at her room and asked, "Old Huang, are we really back?"
Huang Chengzhu, who was sitting in a breakfast shop, picked up a xiaolongbao (soup dumpling) and put it in his mouth: "Hmm, I'm having breakfast. You should hurry up and get ready to come over."
She was thinking about resigning from the company in a few days, and decided to get Song Xiaoyu into the film crew first.
"Received, I'll get up right away." Song Xiaoyu threw off the covers and got out of bed.
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After finishing her work for the day, Song Xiaoyu took Huang Chengzhu out to eat.
"Let's go, let's reminisce about our amazing shared experience."
"You just got back, what are you reminiscing about?" Huang Chengzhu was somewhat speechless.
"I have something to tell you. I felt that Nan Feng looked at me strangely just now."
"What's so strange about it?"
Although she knew that Nan Feng had Nan Heng's memories, she didn't say anything.
Song Xiaoyu thought for a moment: "It just feels a little different from the last time I saw it. Could it be that too much time has passed and I'm seeing things wrong?"
To those unaware, they may have seen it just yesterday, but their experiences have already taken place several months ago.
"Who cares? Just focus on your acting from now on. I wish you great success soon. I'm planning to resign in the next couple of days."
"What? Why so suddenly? Why did you resign?"
Huang Chengzhu casually replied, "Go home and inherit the family fortune."
The original owner's parents were ordinary people with some family assets, but they still had to earn them themselves.
Upon hearing this, Song Xiaoyu circled around her twice and clicked her tongue twice: "I never expected you, Little Old Huang, to be such a hidden rich kid, keeping it a secret so well."
Huang Chengzhu remained silent. Could she say that she was someone who was about to become a self-made millionaire?
The two went out for hot pot, agreed to meet again sometime, and then went their separate ways home.
Song Xiaoyu went back to prepare for joining the film crew, while Huang Chengzhu submitted his resignation to the company and then started doing nothing but staying at home to make money.
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The knocking on the door continued incessantly.
"Coming." Huang Chengzhu was cooking. He turned off the stove, put down the spatula, and went to open the door.
The door opened, and outside stood a tall man dressed in a white casual outfit. His face was very familiar.
Baihe looked at the person inside the door. He looked just like the person in her dream, except that he wasn't wearing ancient costumes, but a modern outfit with an apron around his neck.
After looking the person in front of him over, he breathed a sigh of relief: "Hello, my name is Bai He, and I was also known as Shangguan He."
After he finished speaking, he stared intently at the expression on the person in front of him, afraid of seeing the unfamiliarity in her eyes.
His name is Bai He, he is 27 years old, and he is the owner of a listed company.
The night before last, he had a dream in which he lived in an ancient world called the Great Jing Dynasty.
Inside, he calls himself Shangguan Baihe. He was originally a chivalrous knight-errant who was betrayed by his friend and imprisoned. The seventh prince of the dynasty brought him out of prison.
He later changed his name to Shangguan He and helped the Seventh Prince manage the secret forces of the Night Wanderers, which were openly known as the Remnant River Moon Club.
What he remembers most vividly is that he met a strange woman. In his dream, he felt that she was very mysterious. At first, he was curious and interested in her, and eventually he fell in love with her.
But she suddenly had to leave, and all she remembered was drinking until dawn that night.
When the white crane woke up, it recalled the exceptionally vivid dream, with many details magnified in its mind.
He still vividly remembers the feel of his hands when he personally styled the hair of the woman named Cheng Zhu.
I also remember every time we talked and drank together, and every word we said.
He felt that this was not like a dream, but more like his own personal experience. From the perspective of himself in the dream, her origins were a mystery.
But based on what she said, I can be sure that she might have traveled from the past, just like Song Yimeng, the eldest daughter of the Song family.
Afterwards, he spent a day confirming that he wasn't simply dreaming, and then immediately sent someone to find Cheng Zhu.
The initial search didn't go smoothly until I drew a portrait of the person and then had someone else look for them, and only then did I successfully find a match.
Baihe didn't hesitate for long. He received the exact information that evening and waited until the afternoon of the next day to visit.
If it really is her, she'll probably be unhappy if I knock on her door in the morning.
Back to the present, Huang Chengzhu nodded: "Is there something you need?"
Her expression betrayed no sign of anything amiss, but Bai He asked somewhat nervously, "Do you still remember Shangguan He?"
“Shangguan He, isn’t that you? You just mentioned it.”
"I mean, do you remember Shangguan He, the second-in-command of the Canjiangyue Guild Hall in the Great Jing Dynasty?"
"Which TV series are you talking about?" Huang Chengzhu asked, a look of confusion in his eyes.
Upon hearing this, Baihe visibly looked disappointed. Could it be that she had no memory or that she wasn't herself?
Perhaps it really was just a dream, but how could I dream of someone I've never met but who actually exists?
It couldn't have been just a dream; everything was so vivid—the feeling of my heart fluttering, and the reluctance to let her go.
Seeing his dejected look, a faint smile flashed in Huang Chengzhu's eyes: "I still have some food cooking in the pot, would you like to come in and sit down?"
Baihe snapped out of her daze and said, "Okay, okay, is that convenient?"
He didn't want to give up easily, so he decided to observe and confirm if it was her situation.
"Come in, no need to change your shoes." Huang Chengzhu and the others came in, closed the door, and headed towards the kitchen.
Standing in front of the open kitchen, she could talk while cooking: "Please sit down first. I need to finish cooking. There is water and drinks in the refrigerator. Please help yourself."
"Okay, you go ahead and get busy." Baihe looked around at the room's layout.
The house isn't big, probably less than 100 square meters, and the decor is very simple, which suits her taste.
He recalled the information he had found: her name was now Huang Chengzhu, and she used to be an agent, but she suddenly resigned a few days ago.