My Wife Is The Final Boss-Chapter 44 - 043 Illogical Dream

Xu Chang’an walked out of the room, stepping on the soft soil, and looked up at this real dreamscape.

The sky was clearer than ever, with gentle, warm light draping over the entire island.

The familiar scene before his eyes made Xu Chang’an temporarily ignore the dissonance filling the dream.

He had woken up in the small house, still practicing calligraphy, so this timeline should be about three years after he arrived on the island.

"Revisiting an old place... even though it’s fake."

Xu Chang’an looked into the distance, seeing a vibrant scene, with a red stone path winding forward from the narrow gate, passing through a circular high wall, leading straight to the inner courtyard. Beyond the high wall were blue bricks and red tiles, with three or four small buildings standing.

The central building was Yun Qian’s residence. From Xu Chang’an’s angle, he could see the exquisite screen window.

Of course, during the current timeline, it was still Yun Qian’s boudoir, but later it would become the room shared by him and Yun Qian.

According to the time in the dream, Xu Chang’an, who was still a steward, lived in the front courtyard. Two cypress trees stood in front of the door, and there was a stream diverted from the small mountain flowing through the middle of the courtyard. One could vaguely hear the babbling of water, making it extraordinarily pleasant. A stone table and several stone stools were set right in the shallow stream.

"Books?"

Xu Chang’an looked at the stack of books on the stone table, walked over, and opened them, only to find they were novels he had written for Yun Qian to practice calligraphy. These should have been created much later, as he hadn’t even fully recognized all the characters in the current dream time.

Moreover, while on the island, Yun Qian hadn’t read much of what he wrote. She only started reading after going to Beisang City.

Dreams are indeed dreams, filled with dissonance everywhere, not to be overthought.

...

Xu Chang’an looked at the stone stools and table in the center of the stream in front of him, and some sweet memories flashed through his mind, making him inadvertently curl his lips in a smile.

In the past, when the weather was warm, Yun Qian liked to sit on the stone stool in the stream to soak her feet, feeling the warm water flowing between her toes while eating the snacks he made there.

Sometimes she could sit for a whole day, and if he didn’t go to lift her up, her toes might turn white from soaking.

At that time, both he and Yun Qian lived so comfortably that they even lost the concept of time.

Xu Chang’an crossed the courtyard, walked along the path to a delicate four-story pavilion. In the distance, a wisp of fragrance rose, with sandalwood mingled with the aroma of paper and ink, refreshing the mind.

Bookshelves stood all around, with at least dozens of rows visible at a glance.

This was the island’s library, where Xu Chang’an had initially learned characters and gained an understanding of this world. Seeing it again now, he couldn’t help but think—his wife was indeed very mysterious.

Texts are the ladder to the heavens.

A typical home wouldn’t have so many books.

Xu Chang’an walked up the building and arrived in front of Yun Qian’s room.

Though it was a dream, Xu Chang’an still instinctively knocked on the door.

"Miss."

"..."

Silence reigned, with no response.

Not here?

Unexpectedly not in the room.

Xu Chang’an originally thought, based on his subconscious, Yun Qian would either be resting or sunbathing in the courtyard.

He pushed the door open, greeted by a pleasant fragrance. Upon entering was a screen, and bypassing it, Yun Qian’s boudoir was revealed to him.

Although he hadn’t moved in at this point, since he came to clean for Yun Qian every couple of days, Xu Chang’an had a deep impression of the furnishings and layout here.

The room was exquisite, containing everything it should, with elegant floral patterns on the quilt on the couch, reflecting Yun Qian’s personal aesthetic.

However, Yun Qian’s boudoir didn’t have many decorations, and the walls were mostly bare, except for a painting hanging at the head of the bed. It’s a pity the timing of the painting didn’t fit either because he painted Yun Qian’s portrait much later.

"I was quite the abstract artist before..." Xu Chang’an looked at the not-so-great painting on the wall, helplessly covering his face.

Who gave him the courage to paint a portrait of Yun Qian back then?

A black mark in history.

With a thought, the painting on the wall, along with its frame, disappeared entirely.

Pulling back the curtain, Xu Chang’an opened the window.

This was the fourth floor, so from Yun Qian’s room, one could see in the distance the azure sea where the sky met the water, and clearly view most of the surrounding scenery.

Everywhere was empty, with no sign of people.

Miss Yun... where could she be?

It was hard for Xu Chang’an to imagine that while dreaming, he couldn’t find Yun Qian’s presence.

Could his affection for Yun Qian not be that deep?

How could that be possible?

Xu Chang’an’s eyes twitched slightly.

If he actively controlled the dream to make Yun Qian appear, Xu Chang’an felt he’d lose something somewhere.

With a thought, he looked at the not-too-distant west.

There was a lush bamboo grove in the backyard. The only other place on this island Yun Qian might go, according to his logic, was there.

In his own dream, he must follow his most fundamental thoughts.

——

Xu Chang’an looked at the bamboo grove in front of him.

Bamboo wasn’t as scentless as others might say. In fact, it emitted a fresh, unique scent, similar to the aroma of rice mixed with the earth after a light rain.

The clear bamboo fragrance was overwhelming, and in front of him stood bamboo as thick as bowls, towering halfway up the mountain.

Yun Qian often came here with him to escape the heat, take a walk, or rest. Later on, Xu Chang’an also cut down some of the bamboo here to make a bamboo chair for Yun Qian.

So, even after moving to Beisang City, Yun Qian retained the habit of sunbathing on the bamboo chair.

In hindsight, Xu Chang’an realized that Yun Qian’s habits were all cultivated by him.

So, in this couple of an older husband and a younger wife, who was really nurturing whom... perhaps it’s not easy to say.

There was a hint of a smile in the corner of Xu Chang’an’s eyes.

They had done many things here, and the bamboo grove held many memories of him and his wife.

Xu Chang’an’s mood suddenly calmed, as if Yun Qian must be nearby if this was his dream.

If not, there would be something wrong with the dream.

Xu Chang’an slowly walked into the bamboo grove, where soft light sliced shadows into patches.

"..."

Reality proved Xu Chang’an’s confidence was justified because he indeed saw Miss Yun in his dream.

She was right by the pond not far away.

"?"

Upon clarifying everything, Xu Chang’an’s eyes couldn’t help but twitch.

This wasn’t what he was expecting.

A girl with a great figure wore a short skirt, with a white ribbon tied in her hair, sat on her knees barefooted on the soft mud, with half of her body soiled, and held sticky mud in her hands.

Was this elegant and aloof fairy-like Miss Yun?

Xu Chang’an’s heart couldn’t stop throbbing, feeling the whole dream world waver for a moment.

Perhaps, it’s time to wake up.

What would Yun Qian think if she knew she was kneeling and playing with mud in his dream?