Dream accompanied Song Jun to the mobile phone store and picked out a pair of white earphones, with a small black cat's paw on the earphones.

She heard Song Jun talk about dreaming about her, and learned from Song Jun that Wen Ru was his only friend, so she wanted to go to Wen Ru's consultation room and meet that special psychiatrist.

It was raining that day.

Although Song Jun knew that she couldn't touch anything and wouldn't get wet from the rain, he still subconsciously gave her most of the umbrella and let the rain wet his shoulders.

She walked beside Song Jun and was very curious about everything in the alley.

She likes the sound of the rain hitting the bluestone pavement, and the creeper on the wall that turns orange in autumn, and the sound of the wind and rain hitting it is very crisp.

She liked the flower shop, the lady and the proprietress in it looked very affectionate, she liked the café that passed the time, even though she didn't go in, she liked the name very much, she liked the cake shop, it smelled very good, but unfortunately it didn't open, otherwise she could have taken some back when she left.

She chattered in Song Jun's ear about everything she saw.

Song Jun listened quietly, occasionally nodding to cater to him.

"The bluestone pavement makes a splash with every step I take, but unfortunately I can't step on it. ”

Hearing her pity, Song Jun took a heavy step, and the splash mixed with mud splashed on the hem of the black suit pants, which made her laugh deeply.

Wen Ru was surprised by the wetness on his shoulder, because the black umbrella looked huge.

Wen Ru couldn't see the dream.

Song Jun was not surprised, but he was a little regretful, he felt that Wen Ru would like Meng, just like Meng liked Wen Ru very much when he saw her.

The dream said that Wen Ru was very good-looking, her voice was very gentle, and her smile was very moving.

Song Jun curled his lips, he was glad that Dream liked his friend.

Song Jun noticed that Wen Ru was drinking fruit tea today, and the sweet aroma of grapefruit and honey was exuding in the air, and he thought that Dream would like this tea.

When she looked at the dream again, she really looked at Wen Ru's cup.

So when Wen Ru asked him what he wanted to drink, he pointed to the fruit tea.

Wen Ru went to make tea for him.

Dream asked him who Pian Pian was? Song Jun told her softly.

When Wen Ru came back with tea, Song Jun chatted with her.

Kemeng was not honest, she ran to Wen Ru's side, winked at him, and kissed Wen Ru lightly while Wen Ru couldn't see it.

At this time, Wen Ru suddenly mentioned the dream.

No, Wen Ru asked if she would continue to dream.

"Didn't dream anymore. He shook his head, and the dream over there covered his mouth and snickered with joy.

His mind was not noticed by Wen Ru, and she wondered why she was staring at her right.

His eyes fluttered and he made up an excuse, "There's ash, and this side of my cheek is a little dirty." ”

Wen Ru believed it, she wiped it twice, and he said it was clean.

Dream laughed even happier, and she laughed at him for being too stupid and his acting too stiff.

He was embarrassed, but he felt amused, and the joy that welled up in his heart diluted the deep pain.

Dream couldn't remember his address, and he couldn't add more detailed information to Wen Ru.

Dream wasn't interested in their conversation at all, her attention was on the fruit tea.

Song Jun understood that she wanted to try DIY by herself.

"Wen Ru, do you know how this is made?"

"I don't know, Pian Pian will. ”

Song Jun thought that there should be a production method on the Internet.

Seeing his thoughts, Dream hurriedly suggested, "Let's go to Pianpin's gallery, the name Pian Pian is very good, how about we go and have a look?"

Then they went to the gallery.

Song Jun saw a painting, which was painted by Wen Ru.

He was immediately attracted by the painting, whether it was the dark abyss or the white mist, or the two flowers with the same branches and veins like blood.

Wen Ru said that painting has no story.

That's not true.

There was a voice in her heart that retorted, and Song Jun saw the indifference and obscurity under her calm face.

That painting should have a very heavy story.

"The flowers bloom and bloom, and she paints sisters. Dream touched his chin and looked up at the painting.

Sisters?

Song Jun looked at the painting, and he suddenly saw a red dress spinning and unfolding, two faces with the same appearance smiling and holding each other's hands, dancing, intimate.

In the questioning of Pian Pian's story, Wen Ru changed the subject, and she asked about the recipe of Pian Pian Honey Grapefruit Tea.

Pian Pian was easily diverted from her thoughts.

Song Jun observed Wen Ru, and her indifference did not subside because of this.

And after Pian Pian leaves, "for example, fantasizing about a person appearing or something." ”

She was asking about dreams.

Yes, he showed a lot of holes. Song Jun stared at Wen Ru silently, trying to see her expression when she asked this.

Does she think she's a psychopath? No, Wen Ru's temperament doesn't make her too mean, she wants to persuade him to cooperate with the treatment.

Even though she knew that no one but herself could see dreams, so did Wen Ru.

But he was still a little hurt and dissatisfied.

Even aggrieved.

He felt that Wen Ru should not reject the existence of dreams, after all, they were so similar.

When the dream appeared in front of his eyes, he felt that the dream was very much like Wen Ru, or Wen Ru was very like a dream, like the juxtaic flowers in her paintings.

"Miss Wen must have misunderstood. ”

He stopped calling her Wen Ru, and in Wen Ru's surprised and determined gaze that wanted to persuade him, he silently refused to communicate with her, and refused to allow her to approach.

As he left, he couldn't help but ask her if she believed in the existence of souls.

It is not a virtual body conceived by illusion, but a vivid, alive, and real existence.

Existence that can be believed, that can be approached, and that can be accepted.

He tilted his umbrella to the right and reached out to hold it on Yume's waist.

He exposed his otherness to her, and he also exposed his dreams to her.

"I believe it. ”

......

Fang Yu did not hide his call with Wen Ru from Song Jun, but told him everything without saying a word, including his disrespect to Wen Ru.

Song Jun looked at Fang Yu, who was bent over and bowed his head in front of the desk, but standing firm and stubborn.

He just said, "I see." ”

did not punish him for his own initiative as Fang Yu said, nor did he agree to choose another psychiatrist as he said.

Fang Yu didn't persuade much, but left the office quietly.

Song Jun was silent for a long time.

During this period, Dream didn't say anything, but stayed quiet with him.

Song Jun picked up the phone, the screen lit up and dimmed, and so on.

I looked at the string of numbers that I knew by heart, but I didn't dial them.

When night falls, the lights are on, the lights are flashing, the traffic is busy, the people are crowded, and the whole city is bustling and noisy.

Song Jun handed over the signed documents to Song Jun, and then had to go home as usual.

"Song Jun, I will always be with you. Dream quietly shook his hand.

Under the glittering tree lights, her smile was unrealistically beautiful.

"People die like lights go out, and the past cannot be traced. ”

Wen Ru received an appointment call from a customer that day, and after simply understanding the situation of the other party's dream, she made an appointment to meet and then hung up the phone.

It was raining outside the consultation room, autumn was always an autumn rain and a cold, she stood by the window and looked at the hyacinths that had just sprouted in hydroponics, and a gust of wind blew in the rain, so cold that she couldn't help but shrink her neck.

The mobile phone in the pocket vibrated suddenly, and the buzzing sound became louder and louder when it rubbed against the fabric, and the skin attached to the mobile phone was shaken a little numb.

"Hello?"

"Hello, is this Dr. Wen Ruwen?"

"Yes, I am," it was an unfamiliar male voice, Wen Ru was a little surprised and received it from her private number, "May I ask who you are?"