Their mouths opened and closed, and Song Yaoyao heard the buzzing sound in her ears. She shook her head, her eyelids became heavier and heavier...
The body began to fall.
"Plop—"
Song Yaoyao fell into the cold and dark deep sea, and those people seemed to be standing on the surface of the water, shouting her name anxiously. Across the water flow, the picture is distorted.
In the end, Song Yaoyao's memory stayed on a kind and compassionate face.
well-
There was a sigh, along with the scriptures.
"Master..."
Song Yaoyao's heart ached and she woke up shivering.
The man wore a coat over his shoulders, and gently stroked her hair, "Are you awake?"
"elder brother… "
Song Yaoyao blinked dully, "I seem to have a dream..."
But if you ask her what kind of dream she had, she doesn't seem to remember clearly. I only remember the Sanskrit scriptures echoing in my head, and the suffocating and frightening claustrophobic space.
"Huh? What did you do?"
Huo Yunque played with her fingers, each one was as tender as green onions. His voice was hoarse, and there was a faint tiredness in his eyes.
"I… "
Song Yaoyao shook her head, words were on her lips, but when she thought about it carefully, she couldn't describe anything.
"I don't know." She said obediently.
"Ah… "
Seeing her dazed appearance, Huo Yunque rubbed her hair, and gently hugged her up, "Don't talk about it if you can't remember it, it's like this in dreams."
"Can-"
Song Yaoyao murmured, "It feels so real in my dream..."
Huo Yunque turned around, poured a cup of warm water and brought it to Song Yaoyao's lips.
"You're just too tired, it's still early, how about going to bed?"
Song Yaoyao's head was swollen, her mind seemed to be blank, and many memories were fragmented. But her heart was very dull, as if an invisible big hand was holding a sharp awl, stabbing her heart hard once and for all.
Water quenches thirst and moistens the throat.
Also let Song Yaoyao slowly organize those broken memory fragments.
This is Huo Yunque's room, and the main tone of the room is still cool. The sheets and bedding were arranged in bright colors according to Song Yaoyao's preference. The plush dolls that can be seen everywhere are similar to the...
What else is there in the dream
Song Yaoyao began to tremble from her fingertips, her face was pale, and she pursed her lips lightly.
This is not normal, she is not normal!
Song Yaoyao knew.
"Brother, brother..."
Huo Yunque waited for a long time, when the little girl raised her head, revealing a pair of bewildered eyes filled with mist.
She asked softly: "Brother, am I sick? Here—"
She nodded her head, "Sometimes I don't look like myself, like a..."
madman.
She slumped her shoulders, and her small body was nestled in the big bed, making her look even smaller.
"Will my brother hate me?"
"Am I acting like a psychopath?"
"Or... lunatic would be more appropriate."
In the past, my parents always said it was nothing, and my brother also said that he would take care of her for the rest of his life. Every time she woke up, they would just tell her she had a heart attack. Song Yaoyao never makes them worry too much, but she can really realize that she is abnormal...
"I still..." She sniffed and wiped away tears in frustration, "I still bit you, when I..."
The young girl had a pale face, her tears were like broken beads, and a wet stain soon appeared on the quilt.
She clutched the corner of the quilt tightly, her fingertips were white without any blood.