Chen Xiansong opened his eyes abruptly and looked at everything around him.

He felt like he had a long, long dream, very tired, tired, and some very uncomfortable feelings, which remained in his heart, but he couldn't remember everything in the dream.

He settled down and found himself standing in a strange house. And where he is is actually a children's room, with pink curtains, a pink princess bed, and toys all over the floor. A girl of three or four years old, white and fat, with all the flesh falling into the cracks of the floor, sat on the ground at his feet, dressed in a puffy skirt, and fiddled with toys.

Chen Xiansong slowly walked to the front of the girl, and the girl concentrated on playing with the toy and didn't feel it at all.

He saw her appearance clearly, and only felt a little familiar, a very beautiful child.

The door to the room was closed, and there was a faint sound outside. Chen Xiansong looked up at the door, continued to look down at the child, and slowly stretched out his hand in front of her.

The little girl still didn't react.

Chen Xian let go of his hand and quickly grabbed her shoulder.

Grabbing a void, his hand ran over the girl's shoulder, a phanthropic shadow.

Chen Xiansong slowly lowered his hand and said, "Child, can you see your uncle?"

No response.

Chen Xiansong stood up, walked to the door, held the handle with his hand, shook it empty, and he went straight through the door.

This is a house in a residential building, on the first floor, there are small gardens in the front and back, it looks like a three-bedroom apartment, and the decoration is simple and warm.

A man in his early thirties, coming out of the kitchen, holding two plates of food in his hands, wearing a sweater, house pants, and glasses, looked elegant and gentle. He shouted, "Wife, it's true, it's time to eat." ”

Chen Xiansong's brows jumped slightly, and he turned his head again to look at the door he walked out of.

A tall, toned young woman came out of the other bedroom, sat down at the dining table, and yawned. The man walked over and put his arm around her neck from behind, the woman looked up, and the two kissed.

Chen Xiansong frowned and tilted his head not to look.

After a while, the man let go of the woman, went into the children's room, picked the girl out, and put her on a chair. Chen Xiansong stared at the girl's eyebrows, watched her pick up the turtle spoon, scoop the steamed egg and eat it.

Chen Xiansong walked up to her and sat down, stared at her, and shouted, "Lu Weizhen!

The girl seemed to be impatient with eating, and with a finger of her hand, the bowl on the table flew up, and as a result, a whole bowl of steamed eggs was buckled on her face, and it fell on the table again, and her face was covered with egg residue, and she raised her head in a daze, and smiled sweetly.

Mother slapped the table: "How many times have I said that you are not allowed to do it during meals!"

The father immediately laughed: "She's still young, she's still young." ”

The girl whispered, "I didn't mean to, I'm sorry Mom." ”

The mother's anger was pressed down by the father's smiling face and the child's aggrieved appearance. As a result, the father secretly handed his daughter a chicken thief's eyes, and the daughter actually replied with the same chicken thief expression, at a young age, vivid.

Chen Xiansong pressed one hand on his chin, and there was a smile in his eyes.

He didn't care about the existence of the parents, just looked at the girl, and said again: "Lu Weizhen, I am Chen Xiansong, this should be a fantasy hidden in the gourd, not the real world." You must not indulge in any more, wake up at once, restore your mind, we must get out of here at once. ”

The girl was unresponsive.

Chen Xiansong then knew that this situation was a bit tricky.

Her father refilled a bowl of rice for her, and this time she finished eating honestly, put down the bowl, looked at her parents, and whispered, "Mom and Dad, I want to go to school." ”

The parents' movements paused at the same time.

She was a little crying: "The children in the neighborhood are all carrying school bags to kindergarten, and I want to go too, I don't want to be at home every day." ”

The parents looked at each other, but neither of them spoke.

Chen Xiansong sat still and did not move, but the light, shadow and time flew and passed beside him.

In the blink of an eye, it was already twilight outside the window, and there was no one in the house. He stood up and saw out the window, his father was holding Lu Weizhen, his expression was solemn, and he hurriedly walked back, and Lu Weizhen was still carrying a small schoolbag. The mother followed behind them with a calm face.

They entered the house and passed by Chen Xiansong. The father carried Lu Weizhen into the children's room, put him on the bed, and comforted him softly. The mother sat in the living room, her face getting more and more ugly.

After a while, my father came out, took the door, walked to my mother's side, and stretched out my hand to hug her, but my mother broke free, saying: "I said a long time ago that I can't send her to school, she is only three years old, and she can't control her ability! Now as soon as she raises her hand, she fills the school swimming pool with Xiangjiang water! The director of the kindergarten is stunned, what do you say?"

The father was silent for a moment and defended in a low voice: "She is also kind and wants to help the teacher work......"

"But people think she's a monster! Her homeroom teacher also saw it! Although she didn't faint, she was still stupid just now!"

Both husband and wife fell silent.

After a while, the father said, "What a good child she is, I just want her to be carefree and like any other child." ”

"From the moment she was born, she was destined to never be at peace for the rest of her life. The mother stood up and said, "I'm going to move tonight." ”

Chen Xiansong got up and walked into the room.

On the bed, there was a small bulge, and at first glance, it looked like he was asleep. Chen Xiansong bent down to look, the villain's eyes were wide open, and his face was full of snot and tears. Chen Xiansong stared at her face and heard her say repeatedly in a very small voice that no one could hear: "I really know it's wrong, it's not a monster, I really know it's wrong, it's not a monster......

Chen Xiansong sat down on the edge of the bed, and after a while, pushed her with his hand: "Lu Weizhen, wake me up! You are not three years old, you are twenty-three years old! Wake up!"

Still no effect.

The little man cried and cried and fell asleep.

Chen Xiansong put his arms on his knees, hunched his back, and sat on the edge of the bed. It can't go on like this, this fantasy is obviously born based on her mind and memory, and he must find the weak point of the illusion before it is possible to wake her up, and they can get out of the illusion together.

Thinking of this, he glanced at the person on the bed again—was it so fragile? It was actually confused by the residual ability of the stone beast that was good at demagoguery, and even the illusion was created.

Incomprehensible.

It's a woman after all.

In the blink of an eye, it was dawn.

In a blink of an eye, the toddler has grown into a little girl, and Xiao Weizhen, who got out of bed, looks 9 or 10 years old, completely pumped, tall, slender, and her facial features are already very similar to her as an adult, but her face is full of childishness, and the baby fat has not faded. Chen Xiansong looked at her, but was stunned for a moment.

He always thought ...... When we first met, she was wooden, shy, and nervous, all pretending, pretending to be weak and wanting to make him love. And he's ...... Medium count.