I am the only one who can do it: I think I am really going to become an immortal

but.

Suddenly, a stranger who he had only met once and was said to be very powerful came up to him and said such a thing, which made him feel a little confused.

He admits.

The guy just now really had a very good temperament, and it seemed that his only flaw was that he was too perfect.

But what he did was completely like a riddle, which was totally inconsistent with his perfect temperament.

Could it be that……

Do fortune tellers like to be riddlers? Do they like the feeling of having something to say but not being able to explain it clearly?

After all, as we all know, in many fantasy works, people who can predict the future always seem to be inarticulate and unable to speak, and can only say some incomplete and vague words.

But in fact, Wu Yuansheng could understand it.

One of the purposes of arranging the characters in this way is to ensure that the plot can develop normally, and the plot will not be affected by the ability to predict the future.

If this happens in reality, maybe the person who can predict the future is afraid of losing the ability to keep it to himself, so he can only give some general information to ensure his accuracy?

but……

Where did this mysterious guy come from?

After a crazy brainstorming session.

The growling stomach and the feeling of hunger brought Wu Yuansheng back to reality.

Looking at the mysterious man whose back can no longer be seen, I don’t know where he has gone.

Wu Yuansheng shook his head helplessly, then lowered his head to eat lunch.

It was as if nothing that happened just now had happened and it was quickly put out of mind.

After lunch.

Wu Yuansheng's footsteps were slow and firm, and every step was in the afternoon light, as if even time had slowed down at this moment.

He crossed the busy streets and bypassed the bustling crowds.

Finally it stopped in front of a quaint and elegant door.

There was a wooden sign hanging on the door with the words "Sheng Sheng Bu Xi Bookstore" written in large cursive script.

The font is smooth, revealing a steadiness and elegance that comes from years of accumulation.

The outer wall of the bookstore is stained with light moss by the years, but this does not prevent it from exuding a unique charm, just like an old man who has experienced vicissitudes of life, quietly telling stories of the past.

Wu Yuansheng reached out and gently pushed the door open. The bell on the door made a crisp sound, as if welcoming every visitor who came.

He is the owner of this bookstore.

The name of the bookstore is Everlasting Life.

Because his girlfriend’s name also contains the character “sheng” (sheng), Bai Yusheng.

As you step into the bookstore, a familiar scent of books hits you in the face, mixed with the faint fragrance of wooden furniture, making you feel safe and comfortable.

The layout of the store is staggered, with bookshelves extending from the ground to the ceiling, and each layer is neatly arranged with a variety of books.

From classical literature to modern novels, from philosophical thoughts to scientific exploration, it has everything.

The soft light shines on the pages, giving each book a golden coat, making it look particularly precious.

Wu Yuansheng walked slowly along the bookshelf, his fingers gently running across the rows of book spines. Every touch awakened his desire for knowledge and memories of the past.

This place is not only the habitat of his soul, but also the place where he and she weave dreams together.

Every time he walked into the bookstore, he could feel the deep nostalgia for those good times. The days he spent with her were full of laughter and tears.

Just ponder for a moment.

His eyes had already turned red.

He wanted to go back to the moment when he met her in the park because they were reading the same book.

But that's impossible.

After standing there for a while, Wu Yuansheng decided not to go to the park to play the guitar this afternoon.

He put down his guitar case and opened it.

I prepared to wipe my guitar and put it away, then start reading in the bookstore.

Only after the guitar case was opened.

He couldn't help but be stunned.

"Ok?"

Wu Yuansheng frowned, looking at the thumb-sized wooden flying sword that appeared in the guitar case in front of him, wondering when this thing was put in.

Looking at it carefully, he found that it seemed to be made of rosewood, which could be said to be quite precious.

He has nothing like that.

but……

How did it end up in his guitar case if he didn't have it?

Wu Yuansheng was holding the wooden flying sword, feeling a little confused for a moment.

He stared at the small wooden sword in his hand, his mind full of thoughts.

The sudden appearance of this exquisite little sword reminded him of the mysterious man's visit just now.

Is all this not a coincidence? Does the phrase "My old friend came into my dream, and I miss him so much" imply any special meaning?

He placed the small wooden sword in his palm and examined it carefully, trying to find clues from it.

The surface of the wooden sword is smooth, the texture is clear, and every carving reveals the craftsman's care, as if it contains some unknown secret.

But after observing for a long time, I didn't gain anything.

Wu Yuansheng simply ignored him for the time being and instead picked up a book seriously to kill time.

Gently brush away the dust on the cover, open the yellowed paper, and the familiar scent of ink hits your nose.

Sitting in a rocking chair in the corner of the bookstore.

Wu Yuansheng was immersed in the world of words, with his lips sometimes curled up and his brows furrowed at times.

As night fell quietly, the lights in the bookstore became softer, as if time had deliberately slowed down to create a quiet reading space for Wu Yuansheng.

He sat in an old but comfortable rocking chair, holding a book that he had read many times. It was a classic that he and Bai Yusheng both loved.

The pages of the book slide gently between fingers, and each word seems to jump up, telling vivid stories and awakening memories hidden deep in the heart.

As time passed, the world outside the bookstore gradually became quiet, with only the occasional passerby casting curious glances and peeking at the tranquility through the window.

Wu Yuansheng was immersed in the sea of ​​books, forgetting the existence of time. His eyes were focused and deep, as if he could see the scenery of another world through the words.

Page after page, time passed by inadvertently until late at night.

Wu Yuansheng's vision gradually became blurred, the words on the book began to jump, and finally merged into a blurry light and shadow.

He gently put the book down and closed his eyes.

My body naturally leaned back in the rocking chair and I fell asleep.

The moonlight shone through the half-open curtains onto his face, casting a layer of silvery glow on him.

The rocking chair swayed gently, making a slight creaking sound, which intertwined with the occasional sound of the night wind coming from outside the window, forming a peaceful nocturne.

On a night like this, Wu Yuansheng's breathing was even and calm, as if the whole world had fallen asleep, leaving only the fragrance of books in the room and the twinkling lights outside the window.

And in his dreams.

But it is completely different from usual.

It was obvious that ever since Bai Yusheng left, Wu Yuansheng never dared to see her in his dreams again. Once he dreamed of her, he would be afraid of meeting her again as if by conditioned reflex.

But this time.

But there seems to be something different.

First of all, he felt very sober, or rather, more sober than ever before.

This dream is more real than ever before.

Originally, his senses in dreams were extremely vague, but now he felt that his perceptions in all aspects were as clear as in reality, but he knew deep down that he was in a dream.

This is very contradictory.

It's different from ordinary dreams.

The second difference is.

At the edge of the dream, Wu Yuansheng felt as if he was being pulled by a gentle force.

He traveled through the corridor of time and returned to the day he would never forget.

But he wanted to go back countless times, but even in his dreams he instinctively didn't dare to go back.

The sun is still shining.

Just as I remembered, the golden light shone through the gaps between the leaves onto the paths in the park, forming spots of jumping light.

The birdsong is clear and melodious, and the air is filled with the fragrance of flowers and green grass.

Everything seemed so vivid and real.

He stood at the entrance of the park, feeling a long-lost excitement and...fear surge in his heart.

Not far away, that familiar figure came into view.

Bai Yusheng was sitting on a bench, reading a book attentively.

Her profile looks particularly soft in the sunlight, and her hair flutters gently in the wind, like a moving painting.

Wu Yuansheng walked closer step by step unconsciously, taking every step carefully, as if he was afraid to disrupt the beauty of this tranquility.

When his figure appeared in Bai Yusheng's sight.

She raised her head, a hint of surprise flashing in her eyes.

Then a bright smile broke out.

At that moment, time seemed to stand still, everything around became unimportant, and only each other's presence was the most real feeling.

Wu Yuansheng's eyes were red.

The sadness that had been suppressed for a long time seemed to burst out completely at this moment.

Then, he immediately tried to calm down his emotions, and then started chatting with Bai Yusheng with unprecedented excitement.

He was like a child who hadn't seen his mother for a long time. He and Bai Yusheng couldn't help but talk endlessly about his feelings after she left.

They started a conversation, chatting about everything from the plot of the book to trivial matters in life, from ideals and ambitions to daily anecdotes, and there was a relaxed and joyful atmosphere between their words.

Wu Yuansheng found that he could express his inner thoughts fluently at this moment, and was no longer afraid of Bai Yusheng's disappearance. Bai Yusheng responded with her unique gentleness and wisdom, and the two hearts inadvertently got closer.

They strolled along the boulevard together.

hand in hand.

Enjoying this simple and pure happiness.

Wu Yuansheng seemed to be able to touch Bai Yusheng's palm and feel the warmth of her fingertips.

That warmth goes straight to the heart.

This dream was so real, completely different from the usual ones, that he didn't want to wake up from it.

I just want to stay in the dream forever.

However, the dream eventually comes to an end.

Even if this dream is very special.

So he suddenly stopped walking and looked at Bai Yusheng without saying a word.

The person on the other side was also looking at him with a smile, and that smile seemed to be full of tenderness and understanding.

At this moment, Wu Yuansheng realized that he didn't need to say anything.

He nodded seriously.