That world is still.

Outside the crystal ball, the world rotates as usual, with north wind blowing snowflakes, leaves falling, and people walking around whispering or staring up; while inside the crystal ball, the music has stopped and the clockwork has turned to the end.

So, everyone and things stopped and solidified into a three-dimensional painting.

Su Yin looked at Old Ancestor Cheng.

His posture at the door was not so much about opening the door to welcome guests, but rather using such actions to refuse others to enter.

In his big hands, he held a very festive red banner.

It was originally supposed to be used to write a long-term couplet, but at this moment, there is a big word dripping ink on it:

"wait".

Don't enter.

Don't interfere.

Waiting in place.

In the quick-written handwriting, Su Yin sensed such an idea.

Very strong, with warnings and warnings.

It seems that Jin Yide and the others who arrived early should have the same perception as Su Yin, so they did not go to care about the Cheng family, but waited at the temporary command center.

Su Yin thought this way, and her eyes turned around the ancestor Cheng ahead and looked at the courtyard behind him.

There were several Cheng family members in the yard, sitting or standing, maintaining the moment before the stillness came. Everyone looked relaxed. There were two girls who were obviously playing snowballs and smiling particularly brightly. Between them, a snowball as big as a casserole hovered. The flying snow frozen in the air, like a frozen picture in a movie and TV series.

Compared to them, Old Master Cheng's expression seemed extremely strict, and his eyebrows were solemn, as if he wanted to use this expression to warn people outside:

You guys don't come here.

"Xiao Cheng must have realized something was wrong first." Jin Yide appeared beside Su Yin at some point.

Mu Qingyun, who came with him, looked worried. The white fox collar made her skin look like snow. She opened her beautiful eyes wide and stared at the old house of Cheng's family without any moment, murmured:

"I don't know how Wanwan is?"

"She's pretty good." Su Yin smiled slightly at her.

Most of Su Yin's spiritual consciousness has wrapped Wanwan's thoughts. Although he cannot communicate directly with the latter, he can still sense the other party's breath.

The breath was always quiet, and the emotions conveyed were the same.

After hearing Su Yin's words, Mu Qingyun was obviously relieved and said gratefully: "Thank you, senior, I will feel relieved."

Su Yin smiled and looked in the direction of the Cheng family again.

There seems to be nothing she can do.

Old Master Cheng strongly asked everyone not to be troubled. Wanwan, who is a weapon spirit, obviously fulfilled his responsibilities to protect the Cheng family. The only strange thing is the sudden static, but this problem should only be discussed before Old Master Cheng "wakes up".

Since that's the case, Su Yin felt that it was also a good choice to roast a fire at the command center, drink tea and chat.

She said this idea, Jin and Mu agreed, and Jin Yide said respectfully:

"Miss, the institute just sent another inquiry book about spiritual energy. They think that now is a good time to conduct experiments, so they don't know when I'm free."

Speaking of which, relatively stable changes in time and space, as well as the temporary quietness of the shadow world, are prerequisites for research on the dispersion of spiritual energy, and it is really a good opportunity right now.

"Sure, wait until I get home to clean up and try to get this done before the New Year." Su Yin agreed happily.

Their voices of conversation were not deliberately lowered, because the police officers around him had all withdrawn at the warning of Jin Yide. There were only three of them in front of the huge courtyard, and there was no need to worry about speaking.

Jin Yide agreed, and Su Yin suddenly seemed to remember something and stopped: "Hey, you go first, I'll check my phone."

On the way she came, Su Yin's heart was tightly clenched, and her phone was still closed. She didn't remember until she felt relaxed.

She reached out to take out the phone from her pocket and pressed the power-on button.

"Do you like roses?"

A sound suddenly sounded.

"What did you say?"

Su Yin didn't understand for a moment and turned around and looked over.

The sun suddenly pierced into her eyes.

How can there be sunshine?

The snow has stopped?

Or is there something wrong with the Cheng family?

Su Yin was in a daze for a second, subconsciously turned around and wanted to ask Jin Yide, but...

He is gone.

Behind me is the bustling street. The tall sycamore trees danced in the sun, falling mottled gold all over the ground. The pedestrians walking by the side are leisurely walking, most of them are lovers, and there are also families who go out, and almost no single ones are single.

Almost every woman holds a bouquet of flowers in her hands.

The bouquets of roses and lilies set their smiles sweetly and charming. The girls selling flowers on the street wear straw hats, and bright red roses are also sprinkled on the brim of the hats.

"Do you like roses?"

The sound rang again, kind and warm, with a hint of love, like the bright sunshine all over the sky and the earth, and like the long street filled with the fragrance of flowers.

"Yeah, I like it."

Su Yin heard him say.

That wasn't her voice.

But it was her who spoke.

At that moment, Su Yin felt a strong sense of separation.

Her consciousness was split into two parts, partly controlled by a certain idea, saying something that was not from her wishes, doing what she had done without intention; while the other part was far away, watching all this with an alienated and indifferent attitude.

Waiting for the Tao and the abortion, flowers and love, Su Yin's first half of consciousness floated and rose in the sweet and fragrant river, looking at the person closest to her in the crowd.

It's that man!

Su Yin, who was watching, recognized him at a glance.

Although she could not see the man's face clearly - that face was wrapped in a warm halo, it seemed like an image, symbolizing all the happiness and beauty in this world - she still remembered that voice.

The last time I saw him was the deepest part of the sea of ​​consciousness. In that illusion similar to a playground, the man bought "her" ice cream.

Now, the scene has been changed to a commercial street.

Shortly after this, Su Yin discovered that the subject of the mind that controlled part of her consciousness had all changed in perspective.

"She" seems to have grown taller.

While eating ice cream in the playground, her eyes looked up at the man with a gap of no less than one meter. Now, the look up has become a slightly raised gaze.

However, the perspective quickly turned to the man's jaw, and the slightly green stubble chin seemed to be where "she" could see when he looked straight.

A big hand gently covered Su Yin's head, and the mellow sound line carried the rhythm of the cello:
Chapter completed!