After a brief silence, Han Moyu's gasping voice became deeper and deeper, and finally he hugged me fiercely.
"go to bed."
I chuckled, feeling happy, still in a bubble state before closing my eyes.
But the dream that night was very different.
In the dream is a place like a mansion, a boy in silver clothes looks thirteen or fourteen years old. Another little girl in pink, five or six years old, had two small twitches, and her neat bangs fell on her forehead.
The boy looked clear and slender, his hands and feet were slender, as if the baby hadn't retreated a little fat. It must be when he was stretching his skeleton.
The little girl is not tall, but she has round eyes and a mouth like a red diamond. She is white and tender, and she is beautiful and cute like a little doll.
But this little baby was babbling endlessly, stretching his arms and jumping under a tree.
"What are you doing?" The boy took the initiative to speak to her.
"Brother, I want Xu Chunshu to make a little bunny... but I can't catch it."
"Then what were you talking about just now?"
"I'm scolding it for being too tall!"
I looked at the pair. They were dimly aware at the time. I didn't know it was a dream. I only knew that the camera seemed to change a bit quickly.
In a blink of an eye, those tree strips with white fluff were pinched off by the long-handed young man. After only a few kneadings, they formed a ball, picking two thick and long branches and inserting them on the forehead. Rabbit with extra long ears.
Of course... I feel more like the chicken tail on Monkey King's head.
But the little girl liked it very much, and she kissed someone with her mouth pouting... She changed a little bunny with long ears and flicked it beautifully.
After a while, it was three poles in the sun. I don't know if it was a lot of days or a blink of an eye, but it was just like a wandering soul.
The little girl was sitting at the dinner table with a small bowl in her hand... She couldn't reach the ground with her small legs.
"Brother, I will eat that." Pointing at the diced meat in the distance.
A spoonful of meat was put into her bowl, and then she didn't move a bite, and she pointed elsewhere.
"That." "That." "Meat." "Mall."
I thought to myself that this little boy has a really good temper... The dining table is not small, and the people around are all those little maids who are responsible for picking up dishes. Just here are the two masters serving the other master, and the little maid next to them. Staring idly.
In a blink of an eye, the meat and vegetables in the little girl's bowl piled up into a hill... Relatively speaking, the young boy was able to eat deliciously while picking up vegetables.
Finally the little girl looked at his job and then at herself, she was upset and pouted.
"I want to eat from your bowl... yours."
The few little maids around all laughed from ear to ear, and the little boy didn't say a word, and changed his job.
In the end, the little girl found out... It didn't seem to be a problem with the food, but perhaps with the utensils.
She grinds and changes her tools again, and the little maids next to her may feel a bit arrogant trying to stop her, but ultimately failed. The little girl scolded the maids aside with staring eyes, and finally poked the rice in the bowl and pouted pitifully.
"Brother, feed me."
The young boy was still dead and quiet. He didn't speak much. I watched. Most of them just said one or two good words. This time the answer was the same.
"it is good."
It turned out that the girl had a beautiful meal, but then it seemed that a man came to apologize to the boy... With an apologetic look on her face, the little girl sat in the man’s arms as if she was aggrieved, and her eyelashes were still hanging. With some wet teardrops.
There are still a few scenes that were changed too fast in the follow-up, I don't remember very clearly, only a few simple scenes.
There were red brick walls around the small intestines, and the little girl was full of unhappiness, pouting and patting the teenager next to her.
"Brother I am tired, you carry me."
Just after the words were said, no matter whether they wanted it or not, they climbed up along the thigh.
The boy looked at the little monkey like a little girl, but still didn't say much, stretched out his hand and pulled it up and carried it on his back.
The little girl seemed to have said a lot. She was babbling, waving her little hand, and there were a few "flying" sounds, which occasionally swayed twice, as cute as a five-petal flower in the wind.
The scene was changed. It was a big winter. Two sitting together, one holding a cake or something wrapped in yellow paper, steaming.
I took a closer look, oh, roasted sweet potatoes.
The little girl might be afraid of being hot. After pulling for a long time, Pi Er didn't pull it off. Seeing that the little boy was pulling clean, she didn't even say anything, and passed it by herself.
The two changed just like that... The young boy peeled off two sweet potato skins, but there was still no protest, as if he should have it, there was no expression on his face.
In the end, when I thought there was no dialogue in this picture, a stream of snowflakes blew over, and the little girl almost immediately got under the young boy's cloak and hid it tightly.
From my perspective, he can see him pursing his lips and smiling, then catching the little hand that is not hiding enough, and trying to secretly squeak his little hand.
The little girl poked her head out and smiled: "Brother, wait until I grow up to marry you?"
The young boy couldn't hold back this time, he was completely happy.
"why are you laughing?"
"Wait until you grow up."
"Oh."
The last picture is still in winter, but the little girl is obviously smaller than the previous few times. The only thing that remains unchanged is the big eyes and pink mouth. It really looks like a doll raised by a wealthy family. , Tender can pinch out water.
The little red cloak, there are two big fluffy balls on the chest, even the little shoes are red with fluffy white edges, and there are two bells on each shoe, which make them jingle. Sounds, with a pine tree, Christmas is alive and well.
The little girl was followed by a large area of maids, regardless of her short legs, running on the ice like a hare like a yazi, she couldn't stop her.
But what I didn't expect was that maybe she ran too fast, she was beautiful in the first second, and fell on the ice the next second, smoothing out more than a meter away.
The little boy not far away saw this scene, smiled slightly, then leaned over, and picked up the little girl who was crying on the ice and let no one touch it.
The maids were panicked, maybe they fell the master... But then, a more wonderful scene appeared.
The little girl saw that she was not picking up someone she knew, then she turned her head and slapped her.
This slap hit the face, and with a click, the maids who were panicked around suddenly petrified.
The little girl ran away after the fight, hiding behind a certain maid and staring at her with rounded eyes. Maybe she thought she had met a bad guy.
But a group of maids suddenly knelt down and kowtow, and everyone said a lot, until the young boy pinched the little girl's face and left without any expression.
My mind suddenly woke up in an instant... a bit familiar.
When I realized this problem, I thought my cerebral cortex had already started to wake up, with a click, like thunder, I suddenly woke up!
Then I sat up and saw it raining outside at some point.
Han Moyu was still asleep, maybe he heard the thunder, and then opened one eye and glanced at me, and then asked me slimly.
"Scared?"
"No... I just woke up." I took a breath and leaned back.
Maybe that guy slept soundly, and narrowed my eyes again without paying attention, but I was a little awake.
Did Han Moyu tell me a similar story
… Ah, is the memory in my head messed up and dreaming of the past?
I contacted the plot in my dream, and Han Moyu asked me to call him his brother... I think this is almost really Lian Rong's previous memories.
Assuming what mechanism was triggered by that older brother, I dreamt about it.
After a while, I occasionally saw Han Moyu and occasionally glanced at me. I knew he was not asleep, so I reached out and stirred him.
"I dreamt of you."
"Is it a nightmare again."
"No... It's cute this time." I touched my face: "I looked so good when I was a kid."
"Ok."
"It's a pity now that you look better."
"Well, just eat more meat."
There was a short silence, and I was not sleepy, so I started to grind again.
"I can not sleep."
"Then what do you want to do."
"You tell me stories."
"..." Han Moyu was speechless for a while: "What are you talking about."
I secretly smiled: "Tell me about your past, your Fujin and concubines."
He glanced at me, his eyes were filled with helplessness. In fact, he should know that I was playing with him, but actually he wanted to know something that hadn't been discovered.
But even so, after a while, he still hugged me and responded.
"it is good."