Shen Zhilie's heart suddenly trembled, and he shouted loudly: "Grandma!"
But such an abyss seemed to have no end, and Shen Zhilie didn't even hear the sound of falling.
"Old Shen, Old Shen?"
Faintly, I seemed to hear Ye Qianqian's voice.
Shen Zhilie turned around suddenly and saw Ye Qianqian at a glance.
Ye Qianqian was standing on the edge of the cliff, holding a child in her hand.
When she saw Shen Zhilie, Ye Qianqian smiled at him.
Looking down at the child beside him, Shen Zhilie involuntarily shifted his gaze to look down.
But the child was wearing cute plaid overalls and a white shirt, with a watermelon-like hairstyle on his little head, and was short and cute.
But I can’t see the face clearly.
There seemed to be a layer of mist covering the face, with a white glow that could easily confuse people's vision.
"Old Shen, go home and cook. I haven't eaten yet."
Ye Qianqian said.
Shen Zhilie didn't know what he was thinking. He looked at Ye Qianqian and said, "There's no rice at home."
Ye Qianqian's face changed as she was holding the child. She suddenly turned around in anger, pulled the child directly, and pushed the child off the cliff.
Shen Zhilie was startled, rushed forward and shouted: "Ye Qianqian, what are you doing!"
Ye Qianqian didn't say anything. She turned around and punched Shen Zhilie. Then Shen Zhilie shrank back and his ankles tightened, as if someone was dragging him. He lowered his head and saw an old, dry, and bluish-white hand.
Shen Zhilie was caught off guard and was dragged down.
Shen Zhilie stumbled suddenly, opened his eyes, and when he came to his senses he was already sweating all over.
"You had a nightmare?"
Ye Qianqian's voice.
Shen Zhilie was frightened again before he could come back to his senses, and turned his head abruptly.
Ye Qianqian was looking at him, looking a little frightened, with her eyes wide open, still in shock.
Shen Zhilie came back to his senses and let out a long sigh.
Ye Qianqian reached out and touched his forehead, and immediately felt her hands covered in sweat.
He threw his hands in disdain and said, "Dirty!"
Shen Zhilie looked around and saw darkness.
The curtains were not drawn, and the sky outside was already turning pale.
It's almost dawn.
Shen Zhilie was lying on the bed. He turned his head and looked at Ye Qianqian, and asked, "You said last time that you had a strange dream. You dreamed that I lost a child. What did it look like?"
Ye Qianqian blinked and asked, "You dreamed about it too?"
"Yeah, it feels very strange. I rarely dream, but when I did, it was almost the same as yours." Shen Zhilie wiped the sweat off his face, sat up and took off his wet pajamas, and said, "Tell me, what did you dream about before?"
Ye Qianqian thought about it, frowning, and said after a long while: "How should I know? It happened so long ago, who would remember it? What did you dream about just now?"
"It's strange. I feel like I dreamed about a lot of things, but I only remember one thing."
"You lost the child?"
"You lost the child," Shen Zhilie tapped her forehead, "Why did you lose the child?"
"I don't have any, bah, don't even think about bullying me in your dreams."
Shen Zhilie laughed loudly, "Finally you understand how I felt at that time, right?"
"Have you seen the child's face?" Ye Qianqian asked suddenly.
Shen Zhilie's smile faded and he shook his head slightly.
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Do you ever have dreams that are nonsensical, inexplicable, but terrifying when you think about them carefully
(End of this chapter)