Chapter 4081: Dream

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It was a night after a long time, and Ranbai had another nightmare.

She pulled up a chair and sat by the French window.

Outside the huge transparent glass window are the lights of thousands of families, which are always bright, and the world is nothing more than this.

There was no voice in the room, and it seemed unusually quiet when there was only one person.

Ranbai always smiles outside, either lazy or playful, very unserious, but when she is alone, she doesn't smile very much, even the corners of her mouth are perfunctory, and then subtly flattened every minute and every second, without any waves.

Quiet and quiet, with dark pupils, there is a feeling of being out of the world, like the wind, entangled endlessly when it is hot, and still without a trace when it is calm, it can be retracted and retracted freely as it pleases.

Feng Luo is also used to it during this period of time, after all, the strange things that its host does because of insomnia do not happen every day or two.

Once Ranbai fainted due to hypoglycemia, Shen Zhiyu went into a fight and almost invited all the doctors in the hospital over for consultation.

The last one is a psychiatrist.

That day the psychiatrist chatted with Ranbai for an hour, and no one knew what they talked about during that hour.

It is also normal when dyed white comes out, quite helpless.

She just has insomnia, nothing wrong with that.

On the contrary, the psychiatrist thought that his career had suffered from Waterloo, and gave the only evaluation in a very complicated way.

——"She is the most normal patient I have ever seen."

The most normal is a patient.

Feng Luo thought to himself, do you need to say that, its host is also a psychiatrist, and you can still be regarded as a colleague.

In fact, at this time, one day was quiet and alone, Feng Luo didn't want to disturb Ranbai too much.

For some reason, it has a feeling of heart palpitations. It's hard to say where that feeling comes from, but it's uncontrollable just looking at the back of that person.

Oh, it has no heart.

Feng Luo sighed, jumped out of the system space, and nestled quietly on the ground, fluttering its snow-white tail, enjoying the city scenery outside the floor-to-ceiling windows with Ranbai. The panoramic view, although the scenery is beautiful, but they are all the same, it doesn't feel like there is anything after looking at it for a long time, it asked strangely: "What is there to see?"

Ranbai just fell back on the chair like that, carelessly, the two pupils reflected the light and shadow, and went out in an instant. She was so interested for the first time, and said suddenly: "I used to see it like this when I was in the blood clan."

It was the first time for Feng Luo to hear Ranbai talk about the blood race, so he couldn't help being startled.

"But the windows are not so big, and you don't see so much."

Ranbai's tone was flat, as if talking about a stranger.

"Then what can you see?" Feng Luo was curious.

"A peach tree, very tall, higher than the attic." Ran Bai closed his eyes.

Feng Luo groaned, and said without saying a word: "I heard that the peach tree has a good meaning, longevity and health."

"Really? That's a pity."

"What a pity?"

"The people who live there are short-lived ghosts."

Feng Luo couldn't help asking: "Who?"

"forget."

She has thought a lot recently, the looser the confinement, the more turbulent the memory.

But no matter how she thought about it, she couldn't remember who the person in the attic was, and she was buried in the fog forever.

All she knew was that the person who lived there died, and when he died, he was bloody.

Feng Luo was silent for a while: "I heard that people who have forgotten will remember it in their dreams."

"I heard that you are not very reliable." Ranbai pulled the corner of her lower lip, but did not smile, her wrist was hanging by her side, looking sickly pale, "I dream every night, and I have never seen it before."

Feng Luo subconsciously looked at Ranbai, no emotion could be seen on that strange face.

It wanted to ask what the dream was, but after thinking about it, it knew that it would not be a good thing. It had never heard from Ranbai, as if as long as she didn't tell, no one would know.

She always looks heartless,

Indulging himself into the plane to his heart's content, and always watching with a trace of reason, nothing unusual.

"I really can't see that someone like you, the host, would have nightmares." Feng Luo was a little emotional, obviously looking so unscrupulous.

Ranbai snorted: "Yes, with your IQ, what can you know if I don't tell you?"

"..."

How can you say something that insults the system?

It is undeniable that Ranbai is a person with deep thoughts, so deep that he will not reveal his true self, and hide all his thoughts in a place where no one knows.

She doesn't need to confide, doesn't need to rely on, and can always regulate herself and remain rational.

It's not deliberately concealing it, but it's completely unnecessary and unimportant.

Feng Luo has met many people, and Ranbai is the one that he has not dared to guess. It is difficult for him to describe who this host is. Countless impressions have been overturned, but what remains the same is that introverted rationality, like a knife embedded in the bone marrow, deep into the flesh and blood, rooted and growing, living and dying with her.

"Hey, sometimes it's not a bad thing to be more emotional than rational, you are too strict."

"I now--"

"I know!" Feng Luo interrupted her, "You've already pretended to be emotional enough."

"It's boring." Ranbai clicked his tongue, squeezed his wrist, and looked down at the bright lights with his eyes downcast.

Feng Luo laughed: "Actually, we still have something in common."

"..."

Ranbai was silent for two seconds: "Don't insult me."

"???"

Feng Luonu: "Can we have a heart-to-heart talk! Let me tell you! You can't stop this lonely night, you can't stop my mouth!"

Ran Bai suddenly had the urge to throw Feng Luo into the small black room.

Feng Luo muttered in a low voice: "I don't remember my past either."

Ran Bai glanced at it.

"All systems will forget the past and only keep the data." Feng Luo said seriously: "You still remember who you are, I have been a string of data since I was born."

"It's fine to forget." Ranbai rarely comforted it, "Maybe he was even more stupid before."

"..."

Feng Luo exhales fragrance.

"Host, you hate me so much now that I can't even feel pitiful."

"There are a lot of poor people, go pity them one by one."

Dyebai said lightly.

Feng Luo stopped talking and remained silent for a long time: "It's almost over, right?"

"Um."

"Will we meet again after the end?"

"If you want to see it, you can see it."

"Will you be reluctant?"

"Won't."

"You are so cruel."

"Um."

Feng Luo has never had such a strong feeling at any moment, that she does not belong here, does not belong to this world.

She should be her, no matter what kind of her.

Ranbai looked out of the window for a long time, so long that she didn't feel bored, she covered the place where her heart grew with her hand, and heard the sound of heartbeat.

Kindred are born without hearts.

This was the last time she felt a human heartbeat.

The attic is very quiet, there is never a sound, and there is a long-lived peach tree outside the narrow window. You have to raise your head to see the sky until your eyes are sour.

It's over.

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