Chapter 1052

Mujin frowned slightly, then nodded heavily: "because when you say this, I really feel that I have experienced this, but I don't know when."

Mujin's tone is unquestionable.

Many people have this feeling. Sometimes you have experienced people and things in real life, but you can't remember when it happened.

Because everything happens in a dream, some dreams, you remember, but there are many dreams, from the moment you wake up from the brain disappeared.

When you experience the dream again, you will suddenly think of it.

However, the so-called dream is not a dream, but the experience you have experienced.

No one can explain this phenomenon.

"It doesn't matter. Anyway, that dream never happened when we separated. Maybe it did, maybe I just didn't do it, or I forgot it myself." Although Irene tells mujin everything in her dream, she still doesn't tell mujin that she doesn't belong here.

She comes from modern times.

So she deliberately omitted some content in the dream.

Including the final separation, she just told mujin that it was her who really untied the curse, but did not tell mujin why.

If mujin is familiar with the experience in these dreams, he should understand that she does not belong here.

She comes from the future.

And he will understand why she didn't tell Mu about her real identity.

Because she's really afraid, whether it's going back to the hidden family or telling MOJIN that she's from modern times.

She was afraid to face what happened in her dream again.

She didn't want to be separated from mujin, and she didn't want to.

Even now that everything is over, the demons and youruo are dead.

The only one with a curse is cangchu.

And the dragon and tiger pearl, which can make her return to the hidden family, has long been abandoned.

Mujin also holds Irene's hand tightly. He finally understands why when he first met Irene, she always gave him a sense of familiarity, as if she had known each other for a long time.

"Yes, it doesn't matter." Mujin's light eyes, as elegant as mist, slowly moved to Irene's high raised stomach: "then we are naming our daughter sue'er?"

Musuer, what a lively and playful name. At that time, she took this name just to miss mujin.

Compared with the names Mu Chenyi and Mu Chenyu given by Mu Jin to the two sons, they have a little less profound meaning and better hope for their future.

But the name Sue represents a story.

It's the same as her name, Wei iris and iris, but they rely on her mother's feelings for her father all her life.

"OK, it's Sue." Irene smiles at mujin, and su'er's name also expresses his feelings with mujin.

"Remember what Sue looked like?" MOJIN murmured.

Irene nodded first, then shook her head: "if I could see Sue again, I would recognize her at first sight, but now I can't remember her face."

"maybe our child will be exactly the same as Sue." MOJIN gently stroked Irene's stomach, then squatted down again and gently put her ears on Irene's abdomen.

The mountain and water cottage in the shadow lampshade is just behind Irene and mujin.

The beautiful mountain scenery, the waterfall flying straight down, the small wooden house smoking smoke, the children playing at the door, and the mujin who is squatting half at the moment, her ears sticking to Irene's belly, listening carefully to the fetal movement.

At that moment, the human figure is one, interwoven into a happy, beautiful and simple picture.

The feeling of that moment is that the years are quiet and peaceful.

Mujin and Irene have been fantasizing that they left the palace with their children and found a quiet and peaceful place to live in seclusion and lead a square and ordinary life.

And now the picture is that they have been pursuing a happy life.

But just for a moment, under the flow of the air, the little wooden house and beautiful mountain scenery behind Irene and mujin disappeared.

But the eyes of the two of them set off the never before beautiful and happy light.

The arrival of early winter, let the morning still shrouded in a layer of night, cangchu led a horse, along the blue stone path full of dew slowly walking on the way out of the palace.

The long and straight figure cast a long shadow under the sparse moonlight in the sky.

Cangchu takes out the bronze mirror in his arms and looks at the face reflected in the bronze mirror. If there is a faint smile on the lips of peach blossom in March, then cangchu looks back at the still magnificent palace behind him in the night.

Pucker up the lips, copper mirror reflects the people, also puckered up the lips, seems to be in the cangchu smile.

Cangchu put away the bronze mirror again, and led the horse on the way.

The pale cold moonlight will stretch the shadow of cangchu and the horse

The sound of horse's hooves on the ground of bluestone is particularly clear and pleasant in the quiet Changning street. Every step is full of rhythm.

There are some homeless beggars living in the alleys of the intersection. At the moment, they are still silent in their dreams. Although they are covered with golden straw and ragged cotton wool, they do not affect their dreams.

Cangchu led the horses passing by them, and the figure stretched by the moon just landed on a thin beggar in the corner covered with old cotton wadding.

The moon was blocked, and at this time, a pair of smart and lustrous black eyes slowly opened, raised a delicate and small face full of dirt, and the cold air in early winter came to her face, making her unconsciously frown.

"Hello..." A lazy voice sounded in the quiet Changning street.

At this time, the sound of horse's hoof stopped abruptly.

Cangchu looked back at the man who was huddled in the corner and covered with cotton wadding. Under the moonlight, he could not see the face of the man who called him, but her black eyes were particularly attractive.

"What is it?" Cangchu's clear voice in the early winter morning with some warmth.

"You are blocking me from drying the moon. You have to lose money." Her voice is as playful and lively as her eyes, mixed with the sound of just waking up. It's as soft and sticky as a child. It's very pleasant and harmless.

Cang Chu looks up at the moon in the sky. The sky is beginning to light up. The moon is already very light. After a while, the moon will be replaced by warm sunshine.

Cangchu looks like the lips of peach blossom in March are slightly raised. Under the interweaving of night and day, it is very bright: "what do you say?"