He took out his cell phone and sent a text message to the number without notes.
[Brother, your charm is so great, what should I do if I am jealous. 】
He didn't reply for a long time, and he got used to it. In fact, if it weren't for him, Gu Liushen, who is busy with business, would never appear in Yuyinraoliang's singer club as a mysterious guest.
Now, he who is used to going to bed early, should he really fall asleep, right
However, Gu Sifan thinks that someone who has fallen asleep is wearing a gray plaid pajamas, wearing a blindfold, lying in a dark blue soft body, relaxing, with a headset in his ears, and a single loop.
On the screen is the one hundred-year-old body that he sang with that little fan girl who doesn't know his real name tonight. The style of the music is gentle and quiet, the sound of Zen curls, and the distant bells drag him into his sleep.
In the dream, a pretty girl in a lotus root pink lotus dress couldn't see her face clearly, but he vaguely knew that she was smiling at him. He walked towards her, but the gravel path under his feet seemed to never reach the end. He kept walking, she stood in the distance and smiled sweetly at him, his steps quickened, but her body seemed to be pulled by something, and she quickly pulled back.
He sprinted forward and began to speed up. He walked through a spring, a summer, and an autumn covered with dead leaves, and saw her standing in the snow and ice.
She was dressed in thin plain clothes, and there was no smile on her face. The teardrops falling from her chin pattered and fell into the snow below her feet, melting a puddle of water.
Surrounded by vast expanse, the endless white snow, like a blade of cold wind raging on his heart, the wounds were riddled with holes, but he refused to stop, step by step, gritted his teeth and came to her.
She was crying, crying silently, and the tears seemed to hit the tip of his heart.
The first sentence he said was: "Who are you?"
She didn't make any sound from beginning to end, she cried and shook her head, and her feet stepped back.
He chased after him, "Who are you? Why can't I see your face!"
She spoke, "Don't you understand? Don't understand..." Repeated one sentence, and the whispered whisper quickly disappeared into the wind. He just shook his mind, and there was nothing but a vast expanse of whiteness in front of him.
He walked forward quickly and bowed his head. The place where the woman had stood was red and mottled blood stained by snow!
Gu Liushen opened his eyes quickly, pulled off his blindfold, and sat up.
The sky outside was already bright, and cool sunlight projected in from the huge transparent French windows, reflecting a mottled broken shadow on him.
The first two buttons of the pajamas have been kneaded for some time, revealing a pale and thin collarbone. He reached into the quilt and fumbled for a while. He took out a mobile phone from it and pressed the power button. Insufficient, automatic shutdown.
The earphone cord was plugged in, thinking of last night’s dream, his pure and moist eyes drooped, and he touched the phone with his body temperature. Does this dream have meaning, or is it simply in his own subconscious mind? Imagine
The scary red blood stain at the end of the dream, like the white and clean color around him, pierced his eyes.
Today is the day when Su Kui promised to give Gu Sifan a reply. In fact, she had already decided in her heart that she would break into the Yuyin Raoliang anyway, but she didn't expect it to be so simple. After a simple wash, she turned on the computer again. At 8 o'clock in the morning, Gu Sifan Not online.