Secrets Under the Peach Tree Chapter 66

In the dream, I was sitting under the light of a room with a game of chess in front of me. It was like there was a layer of fog in front of my eyes. I couldn’t see clearly the chess game or the person playing chess opposite me. But I knew in my heart that I was the loser. . I blurted out: "I lost again. I don't know if I can win against you once in this life." The lights were crackling, but the window paper beside me had already faintly penetrated the morning light. The man opposite waved his hand to fan out the lamp, opened the window sash, and the morning light came in. In the blink of an eye, I stood in a courtyard. It was foggy and I couldn't see anything clearly, but I seemed to understand everything in the courtyard. There should be a pool in front of me. The water lilies in the pool have just grown round leaves. There are a few Taihu stones and two banana plants on the bank of the pool. There is a pavilion on the other side of the pool. There is a chessboard carved on the stone table in the pavilion. It should be spring at this time, and the fragrance of woody flowers is refreshing in the morning mist. The bushes of woody flowers winding on the wall of the courtyard must be full of flowers.

He was standing next to me, and behind me was the window just now.

I said to him: "When the morning dew is thin, the east wind is just right." I still couldn't see the man's face clearly, but I knew he would smile happily. The flowers were fragrant, the morning breeze was cool, but the fog was getting thicker and thicker. I looked anxiously at the man's face, wanting to know who he was, but his figure was completely hidden in the fog, invisible, and I stretched out my hand to catch him. Asking, he held a corner of the slightly cool fabric with his tentacles, shuddered, and woke up.

I held Milo's sleeve in my hand. Milo was leaning on the head of the bed, looking sideways at me.

I hurriedly stood up and said: "You... just sleep a little longer... lie down quickly." Milo said lazily: "I'm not a mortal, how can I be so weak? I'm exhausted after a long sleep. It's almost done." I immediately asked: "How did you know that mortals are so weak?" Heng Wen yawned and said, "It's the kind of book that only has paintings. It's better to have words and pictures."