If he could bring the dream in reality to Song Jun, then his hallucinations would naturally dissipate.

"23 years old, with long hair, living in the city, working as a clerk. ”

Wen Ru thought about it, but there was a feeling in the dark that maybe she couldn't find that girl at all.

"Is it because there are too few known clues, and finding it is like looking for a needle in a haystack?" Wen Ru could only think that it was this reason that caused her to be negative.

Wen Ru looked at her description of the dream, all her information came from Song Jun's dream, the conversation he had with the dream in the dream, what he saw, heard, and even touched.

And the reason why I can affirm the authenticity of that information is also based on the fragments of memories that Song Jun remembers. Only a few words gave them infinite associations, and only then did they determine that the dream existed in real life.

Song Jun had seen her and left a deep impression on her.

Wen Ru turned her pen, leaving a circle of shadows floating in the light.

"But why would he want to find someone to investigate her information?"

After getting her address, he immediately drove to find her, and avoided Fang Yu, and after the accident, the brain selectively forgot this memory, but left some memories to convey to him in the form of dreams, so that he fell into the strange circle of looking for her again. ”

Yes, a strange circle, he was looking for her before he lost his memory, and he was still looking for her after losing his memory.

Wen Ru drew circles one after another on the paper, like a whirlpool, she looked at it, but suddenly thought of Song Jun's eyes.

At a certain moment, she also felt that Song Jun had a whirlpool hidden in his eyes.

Shaking his head to brush away these ethereal thoughts, "It would be nice to have a picture of her, it would always be easier to find." Wen Ru muttered, then looked at her phone, regretting her recklessness that day.

Zaimeng's appearance has always been blurry, but now, Song Jun should be able to see her face clearly.

......

"It's my turn, I'll throw it, ah, six o'clock, I want a new hair~"

The only yellow flair left starts from the origin.

"Hehe, you've only set off one, and I'm gone. The little girl in the red dress with baby fat grinned and threw herself on the other person's body, "I'm going to win, stupid sister." ”

Sister.

Song Jun woke up from his dream, the night light on the side was slightly bright, he looked at his watch, and the time was 12 o'clock.

The curtains on the balcony floated, and a little cold breeze poured in.

"What's wrong?" The girl's soft voice came from the side, Song Jun looked over, she rubbed her eyes, saw that he didn't answer, softened her voice, reached out and patted Song Jun's head, and then smoothed it a few times, as if she was smoothing the cat's hair, "Is it a nightmare?" Xiao Junjun, don't be afraid, don't be afraid~"

"Well, I'm fine. Song Jun shook his head, then lifted the quilt and sat up, put on slippers, got out of bed, opened the curtains and closed the gap between the glass doors, and said softly, "The balcony door is not closed tightly, it is a little cold." ”

Closing the door, Song Jun lay back on the bed, the drowsiness faded, he looked at the ceiling, and asked, "Meng, do you have a sister?"

"Sister?" said in a puzzled tone, then shook her head, "I don't remember. ”

Song Jun didn't ask her again, and for a while in his mind was Wen Ru with the red skirt he saw during the day, for a moment he was the girl who looked at each other and smiled with her cheeks in her dream, and at the same time she was the lotus on the wall.

I seem to have thought about it a lot, but I don't seem to think about anything.

In a daze, I can't remember when I fell asleep.

......

Wen Ru heard the sound of approaching footsteps, didn't pay much attention, and continued to pat the soil flat with her hands, but saw a pair of black leather boots stop in front of her.

She looked up, stunned for a moment, and then greeted with a smile, "Mr. Song?"

He didn't make an appointment in advance, and he came suddenly.

At this time, Wen Ru was wearing an apron, helping Xuan Xuan to repot the flowers that had grown too luxuriantly, and after a while, her hands and face were full of dirt.

She subconsciously looked at her watch, and it was two twenty-seven.

"You get busy first. Song Jun took two steps back, Wen Ru nodded, stood up with the flower pot, put on the flower stand, clapped his hands and smiled, and looked at Song Jun who was standing like a pine and cypress in front of him.

She waved her hand at him, motioning, "I'd like to wash my hands first." ”

"Okay," he began, and walked to the side to admire the other flowers and plants.

When Wen Ru cleaned her hands and walked over again, her usual smile was already on her face, and she asked Song Jun gently, "Why is Mr. Song here?"

Wen Ru almost subconsciously looked at his position and was sure that the dream was beside him.

"Come and see a friend. Finally, he spoke again, "The dream is also there." ”

Dreams were a very awkward topic, but his expression was natural, as if neither their unhappy parting that day nor the abrupt meeting yesterday had ever happened.

Wen Ru didn't know how to face him too calmly for a while.

Seeing that Wen Ru didn't speak, Song Jun pursed his lips, a little confused and distressed, "I think, we're still friends, right?"

"Hmm. Wen Ru took off her apron and looked at him and nodded.

Wen Ru didn't turn on the recorder that day, and she and Song Jun could be regarded as a real small talk.

Wen Ru took Song Jun to Mr. Hu's coffee shop, and there were people in twos and threes, so Wen Ru picked up a quiet corner.

When Mr. Hu saw Song Jun, he still winked ambiguously at Wen Ru, with a lewd expression that I understood, brought the coffee to the two of them, and then changed to a soft music and put it on, while he wiped all kinds of coffee cups.

Wen Ru and Song Jun's coffee cups are also very special, with cute ceramic kittens lying on the rim of the cups, and their tails are wrapped around the cup handle.

Song Jun looked at the orange cat who had come over and jumped on the sofa chair next to Wen Ru since Wen Ru came in.

"Is this what you said about the hair?"

With a hand of hair, he glanced lazily at Song Jun and flicked his tail.

"Well, it's it. Wen Ru added sugar cubes to the cup and stirred it with a spoon.

In fact, she was expecting Song Jun to take the initiative to come, and it just so happened that she also had some questions and wanted to ask him face-to-face, but because of the agreement, she couldn't take the initiative to disturb Song Jun.

"It was lovely. Song Jun praised it, listened intently for a while, and then looked at Wen Ru again, "Dream said that she likes it very much." ”

Wen Ru glanced at the vacant seat next to Song Jun, guessed the location of the dream in Song Jun's eyes, and after being stunned for a moment, he answered, "I remember you said that dreams like cats." ”

"Well, she loves cats. Song Jun nodded.

Wen Ru nodded, then took a sip of the cold coffee.

"Dream likes you very much. Song Jun opened his mouth again.

Seeing Wen Ru looking over, Song Jun looked at the girl who was smiling at Wen Ru's side, "She has a good impression of you, and she also likes your dream consultation room." ”

Wen Ru raised her eyebrows, she didn't believe in the existence of dreams, but at least, Song Jun liked the dream consultation room.

After a while, Song Jun spoke again, "Fang Yu told me about that day's conversation. ”

This was not unexpected, Wen Ru looked at him and waited for his next words.

"Please don't pay attention to what he says. Song Jun spoke.

"Actually, I agree with Assistant Fang's words, for Mr. Song, as a psychiatrist, I am indeed unqualified. "It's not Wen Ru taking Qiao.

From mere dream distress to hallucinations and addiction to them. She undoubtedly aggravated Song Jun's situation.

She guessed that Fang Yu didn't propose a more professional doctor to Song Jun, but Song Jun refused, so she suggested, "Mr. Song needs a more professional psychologist." ”

Song Jun replied in the affirmative, frowning slightly, "I don't need another psychiatrist." ”

But the meaning of the words also shows that he does not trust the psychiatrist, and it can even be said that he rejects it.

Wen Ru looked at him in surprise.

"Actually, I don't trust psychiatrists, and if I hadn't seen Wen Ru's picture that day, I wouldn't have hired Wen Ru as my personal doctor. ”

"Me?"

"Yes. ”

"It's not just because of the word Yumeng," Song Jun shook his head slightly, and said to her, his eyes were gentle and serious, "I have always had a sense of familiarity with you Wen Ru. ”

It seems that I haven't seen it for a long time, and I have been thinking about it for a long time.

"I always feel like I've met you many times, Wenru. ”

Wen Ru looked at his serious face and shook his head, "I don't remember meeting Mr. Song before the hospital. ”