Dream Walker: Feng Shui Master Bai Ya

Light, as light as paper; light, scattered across the land...

Shang Muchen felt himself melting, merging with the light, becoming an invisible being as light as he was, soft and ethereal.

He knew perfectly well that he could perceive and experience, but he also firmly believed that all experiences were unreliable.

Lacking both credible experience and reliable rationality, Shang Muchen became nothing more than a mass of instinct, trying not to think and simply throwing himself into the most primal impulses, letting instinct carry him forward.

A sense of relief, like waking from a dream, gradually rose within Shang Muchen, and he began to feel that everything before him was becoming real.

He couldn't explain why he "felt it was real." Perhaps this "feeling" itself was false, but at least what he saw before him was a state he was willing to choose even if he was deceived.

Compared to a life filled with trivialities and ending in loneliness, he would rather it be a dream, even if it were just a fantasy, than a dream that is rich, fantastical, and filled with the company of his loved one.

He saw the cells of the Shanbei Detention Center, the small warehouse with its walls broken open, and the two trapped workers, Professor Eileen, Xu Lele, and Liu Qingyang.

They were all enveloped by the light emitted by the ouroboros.

The ouroboros grew to an unprecedented size, constantly swirling, writhing, twisting, growing, and shrinking in the void, fluctuating periodically.

The dappled light and shadow emanating from it enveloped the two workers and Liu Qingyang like a fishing net, making them look like prey caught by a spider.

Shang Muchen could not see his own body at all, and did not know where his physical body was at this moment, but he could clearly feel everything that was happening in the cell.

"Liu Qingyang, can you hear me?"

Shang Muchen tried to shout loudly, but found that he did not have a physical body, and therefore no vocal organs.

Instinct! Rely on your instincts!

Shang Muchen stopped trying to act based on the habitual thinking of "I am a human being" and instead focused his thoughts on a single concept—Liu Qingyang.

A warm, sweet, and loving feeling rose from my heart, and along with it, the scene before me was gradually replaced by a new picture.

The first thing Shang Muchen felt was a warm breeze carrying the scent of wheat, brushing against his face.

At this moment, having regained his body, Shang Muchen knew clearly that he was standing on a field ridge.

Turning around, a small, cozy farmhouse with stone walls and timber construction came into view.

Wisps of smoke rose from the chimney, carrying the rich aroma of food. Liu Qingyang's sweet and warm smile appeared from the kitchen window.

"Honey! Come home for dinner!" Liu Qingyang called out cheerfully.

Husband? Who? Me?

Shang Muchen was overwhelmed with excitement; his heart pounded, and countless memories flooded back to him.

...In this peaceful little mountain village, she and Liu Qingyang were childhood sweethearts, growing up together innocently...

...Overcoming family barriers and numerous troubles, the two finally overcame their rival, the landlord's son Lu Mingdi, and together they built a warm and loving family...

Although Shang Muchen knew that all these memories were fake, he couldn't bear to ignore them at all, because these memories were too sweet, so much so that he would rather be immersed in them and feel that it would be worth dying in them.

Feeling incredibly happy, sweet, and blissful, Shang Muchen strode towards the cabin.

"Daddy! Daddy! Daddy!" Three adorable children ran towards him. The older boy proudly held up his calligraphy practice book. "Daddy, look at what I wrote!"

"You're really great!" Shang Muchen praised his eldest son.

"Dad, have some water!" The average-sized boy thoughtfully handed over a water cup.

"You're great too!" Shang Muchen affectionately patted his second son's head.

"Daddy! Hug me!" the little girl cried out, opening her arms affectionately.

Shang Muchen skillfully picked up his youngest daughter—he had done this countless times in his memory, his body was so familiar with it that it was like an instinctive reaction.

He kissed his little daughter's arm, and the baby exuded a rich, healthy milky scent.

"Honey, dinner's ready!" Liu Qingyang stepped forward, gently putting her arms around Shang Muchen's neck, and said lovingly, "You've worked so hard, honey!"

"Thank you for cooking, Madam!" Shang Muchen replied with a smile.

"It's not hard work, my husband works hard to support the family. Come and eat." Liu Qingyang took her youngest daughter from Shang Muchen's arms and put her in the child seat.

The table was laden with Shang Muchen's favorite foods, each dish carrying that familiar and comforting flavor, filled with Liu Qingyang's love.

Shang Muchen could retrieve those warm memories from his mind—

...They bought this small farmhouse and lived together here for the first time, cooking together and watching the moon together...

...The first child was born, and then there was a second and a third child, all of whom were so healthy and adorable...

After taking a sip of the soup, her mouth was filled with a sweet and happy taste. Liu Qingyang's cooking skills were getting better and better. She was simply a genius. Every dish she made was just to Shang Muchen's liking.

At this moment, Shang Muchen had long forgotten about the rescue and the Ouroboros, and was completely immersed in his blissful life.

I was eating when the doorbell rang.

"You eat first, I'll go open the door." Liu Qingyang stood up, left the kitchen, and walked towards the hallway.

Upon hearing Liu Qingyang's cheerful laughter, Shang Muchen realized that after chatting with an acquaintance for a few moments, she quickly returned to the dining table.

"Honey, it's a reply from the publishing house." Liu Qingyang handed the envelope to Shang Muchen, smiling as she asked, "I wish you success with your new book!"

Shang Muchen replied with a wry smile, "It's not that easy. I'm not very good at writing popular topics, and the editor might just politely reject my submission again."

"It's okay, I don't care!" Liu Qingyang said gently, putting her arm around Shang Muchen's neck. "As long as you're happy, anything is fine."

Shang Muchen nodded, tore open the envelope, took out the letter, and the words that met his eyes filled him with joy. An indescribable happiness and a sense of self-fulfillment welled up within him.

"...Mr. Shang Muchen, I have read your work and am full of admiration. You are truly a genius!"

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"Wow! Honey, you're amazing!" Liu Qingyang waved her hands excitedly and happily. "I knew you'd become a famous writer!"

In an instant, an incredibly familiar sense of déjà vu suddenly surged into Shang Muchen's mind.

He clearly remembered seeing Liu Qingyang with the exact same expression on the school playground before.

On the school playground?

When was that?

Why does it seem like that kind of thing never happened?

But how would I remember if it hadn't happened?

No, it's not that I "remember," but rather that a long, long time ago, I tried to actively "create" this scene in my mind.

When was that?

It's so far back that I can't remember the source...

In that instant, Shang Muchen suddenly felt that all the happiness he was experiencing seemed somewhat unreal.

What's unrealistic about it?

The taste and aroma of the food were real, as were the sweet smiles of Liu Qingyang and the children. The feel of the letter paper was real, and everything that the senses could perceive was real.

So, where does this deep-seated "sense of disharmony" come from?

Why do I feel like I don't belong here?

For a moment, Shang Muchen was somewhat dazed. He had an instinctive realization that the real Liu Qingyang was being wrapped in the web of the ouroboros, fast asleep and dreaming, and that he was in her dream.