Hearing terrified shouts suddenly, Song Yu rushed up and opened Zhou Yanqing's room door without hesitation for a moment.
There was no light in the room, and with the help of the weak light source in the living room, Song Yu saw Zhou Yan kneeling and sitting on the bed, panting violently, while searching for something on the table beside the bed.
Song Yu immediately turned on the light, stepped forward and held down Zhou Yanqing, who was obviously a little out of order, and asked, "Yanqing, what's wrong?"
Zhou Yanqing broke free from his hand unconsciously, and continued to rummage through the drawers. His forehead was dripping with cold sweat, his hands trembled unconsciously, and he couldn't hear anyone talking to him at all, as if he was sleepwalking.
Song Yu frowned, and didn't dare to speak loudly even though he was in a hurry. He helped Zhou Yan gently open the lower drawer and asked, "What are you looking for?"
This time Zhou Yanqing had a reaction, he muttered to himself: "Pen, where did the pen go?"
Pen
Song Yu rummaged through and found a marker pen in the corner of the drawer, and he handed it over.
Zhou Yan snatched it lightly, pulled out the cap of the pen without thinking, the tip of the pen fell on the palm of his left hand, and wrote a series of numbers in a swish.
Song Yu was shocked, grabbed Zhou Yanqing's wrist, and asked him, "What is this?"
Zhou Yanqing was forced to raise his head. After seeing Song Yu, he shivered as if he had returned to his soul, and said blankly, "Teacher Song?" He looked at his hands again, "I'm still awake?"
Song Yu was aware of his recklessness in a hurry, and also realized that Zhou Yanqing must have just woken up from a nightmare. He suppressed his emotions and sat on the edge of the bed: "You woke up, did you dream just now?" He was afraid that Zhou Yan would not believe it, so he grabbed the other's hand and pressed it to his face, "I'm back after recording the show."
Not long after Song Yu entered the door, his face was still cold from the outside. The hot palm was pressed against the slightly cool cheek, which aroused Zhou Yanqing to come back to his senses immediately, he took his hand, hesitated and didn't know what to say.
Song Yu patted him on the shoulder and explained to him: "I heard screams in your room just after entering the door, so I came in to see what's wrong with you? Did you have a nightmare?"
"Yes, yes..." Zhou Yan lowered his head lightly, while answering, recalling the nightmare just now.
When he had a fever on the island, he had the same dream. He dreamed that he was on his way home, and the dim headlights of the little electric donkey swayed along with the uneven road. Come, and then there was the deafening sound of the engine, and by the time he realized that he had to dodge, it was too late. He was hit by the oncoming silver supercar, and fell back to the ground like a broken sack. The moment he landed, he saw the last two digits of the license plate number, which were 1 and 3.
Today he had the same dream, the only difference is that today's dream was a little longer, until he saw with his own eyes that his soul was like a feather leaving his body and floating in the air, and when he was floating in the air, he saw The complete license plate number of the silver supercar that drove away—0913.
It's more like a memory than a dream.
Once again, he completely recalled the scene before he died. The fear of dying made Zhou Yanqing's teeth and lips tremble uncontrollably. .
Suddenly, warm fingers pinched his chin, and Song Yu's gentle voice sounded beside his ears: "Does it hurt? Don't be afraid, I'm here."
Zhou Yan swallowed the soreness in his throat lightly, and slowly relaxed under Song Yu's slightly exerting fingertips.
Song Yu pressed Zhou Yanqing's head into his arms, and stroked the back of his head to calm his fear. He didn't speak until the breathing of the person in his arms calmed down, "Wait for me, okay? I'll go to the kitchen and get you a glass of milk."
"Okay." Zhou Yanqing had already calmed down.
Song Yu went outside to heat a glass of milk, and then returned to Zhou Yanqing's room. He gently closed the door and walked to the bed, and put the milk into Zhou Yanqing's hand.
At the moment when Zhou Yan spread his hands lightly, he grabbed the other's left hand and asked in a slow voice, "What did you dream about? Why did you look for a pen everywhere when you woke up, and still scribble on your hand?" Song Yu stared at Zhou Yanqing's bloodshot lower lip, and asked, "What does this number mean?"
Zhou Yanqing hid his hands under the quilt in embarrassment, lowered his eyes to avoid Song Yu's gaze and replied: "A few months ago I was hit by a person riding an electric bicycle at the school gate, and that person was afraid of taking responsibility and running away. There is no monitoring around, so I can only let it go. I dreamed about this just now, and I suddenly remembered the license plate number of that person in the dream." He was afraid that Song Yu would not believe him, and he felt guilty again. The old wound was displayed, "I scratched my leg at the time, it wasn't serious."
After waking up just now, his consciousness was still in a dream. His only thought was to write down the license plate number so as not to forget it. Only after he fully woke up did he realize how ridiculous he was. Will the murderer get his life back
Song Yu's heart has already set off a storm, thanks to his good acting skills, he can still smile calmly at this moment: "It's fine, drink the milk first."
Zhou Yan nodded lightly, a dream consumed too much energy, he was thirsty and tired now, and a glass of milk filled his empty stomach.
Song Yu took away the empty cup from Zhou Yanqing's hand and said, "Go to sleep."
Zhou Yanqing still sat upright, and asked: "Mr. Song, when did you arrive, aren't you tired?"
"I arrived home at ten o'clock. The house was empty. I didn't dare to sleep alone, so I went back to the nursing home." Song Yu knew that Zhou Yanqing was euphemistically giving the order to chase away the guests. He sat down cheekily and took a book from the table. , "I can read a book, you go to sleep, I will leave when I fall asleep."
Hearing Song Yu say that he dared not sleep alone, Zhou Yanqing had mixed feelings in his heart, and he couldn't say anything else, and now he was also a little uneasy, Song Yu was here, he could feel a sufficient sense of security and belonging .
"Then I'll go to bed first..." Zhou Yanqing didn't say much, and continued to burrow into the bed.
"Well, go to sleep." Song Yu said with a smile.
After the violent emotional ups and downs, he became very tired, but Zhou Yanqing didn't feel sleepy right away. He half-closed his eyes, and quietly looked at Song Yu's handsome side face through a little gap.
His clumsy acting skills are nothing more than a trick in front of the actor, Song Yu suddenly turned his head and asked, "Still sleeping?"
Zhou Yanqing, who was caught upright, blushed for a while, but he couldn't reach the bed with the light and was covered by a quilt, so he didn't seem too flustered.
Recently, Song Yu's sudden change of attitude gave him a little courage to talk. He pulled down the quilt, exposed his sharp chin, and asked softly, "Teacher Song, are you afraid of death?"
Song Yu put down the book, thought about it seriously, and then replied: "I'm not afraid, but I don't want to die right now."
Not afraid, because I have experienced it, but that's all.
I don't want to, because the world is rich and lovely.