She walked beside him, and was 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. ”

He doesn't have a strong sense of associative pictures of characters, and he can't imagine the other party's appearance when he reads, but he feels that he is a young and delicate girl.

Now that Jiang Yourou is standing in front of him, it makes him feel that this is Liuying.

It's no wonder that Director Jiang saw the video that day and looked forward to it so enthusiastically.

His image at the moment is very ugly, and the smell of chicken blood and the smell of ink are mixed together, which is particularly embarrassing.

The close-up of his eyes Jiang Youyan naturally saw it, and the coldness at that moment made her unconsciously think of the third brother's appearance when the warmth in his eyes faded.

Subconsciously grabbed the third brother's hand.

Rouge's softness and worry were directly transmitted to Lu Yu's heart through the shaking hands.

Lu Yuwan, who knew her thoughts, scratched her palm mischievously.

Jiang Yourou was afraid of itching, so she shook, but her heart was also relaxed.

Zhuangji asked Jiang Dao, and under Jiang Dao's affirmation, "Hello little sister, I'm Zhuangji, what's your name?"

After saying it, he was embarrassed and annoyed, like a strange Shu Huang coaxing a child.

"Rouge. Jiang Youyan didn't take pictures of his image, but when he saw him talking with dirt on his face, he was very curious.

"Won't Brother Shoji wash it off?"

The call was extremely healing.

"I'll shoot it later, but I'm afraid of goofs, so I won't wash it. Shoji explained, thinking that during the next shoot, there was a soft little sister who called his brother, and it felt very good.

"It is said that after a long illness, I can still master the degree of falling. Knowing Director Jiang's worries, Zhuang Si spoke again, and when he saw that Director Jiang listened, he smiled and made a joke to ease the atmosphere, "I believe that the little girl won't let me hurt for too long." ”

The dirty face smiled, and the smile made the teeth whiter and brighter, and more handsome.

In the end, Director Jiang responded to Zhuangji's suggestion.

However, in order to reduce the possibility of NG, Director Jiang deliberately emphasized the role and position explanation with Jiang Youyan.

Liuying came with a medicine basket on her back and heard the sound, and at a glance she saw the white horse lying on the ground with her back to her, and there were several feather scissors on the back of the white horse, and the fur that was originally as bright as the best snow satin was condensed with pieces of blackened blood scabs, and blood was still oozing out in some places.

Compared with the color of the snowy coat, it is even more pitiful.