Nan Zeyu sat up suddenly. His forehead was covered with beads of sweat, and his chest and back were soaked. He looked at Tao Baihe, who was sleeping soundly beside him, in a panic, and then realized that he had a nightmare. He wiped his sweat in embarrassment, then slowly lay down.

It was quiet outside the window, obviously still late at night, but Nan Zeyu was not tired.

"It's so realistic. "This dream is too realistic," he thought to himself. "It's as realistic as he saw it with his own eyes.

The protagonist of the dream is a little boy who looks like a student, and he can't tell how old he is. With a balloon in his hand, he ran through the park, followed by his parents not far behind.

The boy's father was still very young, and he wore light and well-fitting casual clothes, holding his wife and walking behind the boy unhurriedly.

The little boy soon stopped, for he saw an orange cat crouching quietly on a bench. The orange cat is basking in the sun, and its body is fairly clean, and it is not as afraid of people as the average stray cat. He took a few steps forward curiously, and the orange cat's eyes immediately widened, as if to observe him.

The little boy was intrigued, he tied the balloon's streamer to the armrest of the bench, and then carefully sat down next to the orange cat. "Meow. He imitated a cat meow.

The orange cat stuck out its tongue and licked its paws. Obviously, the little boy's cry had no appeal to it.

The boy's father seemed to be in a good mood, and he whispered something in his wife's ear, which made the latter laugh and show a small tiger tooth. Seeing his wife's smile, he also laughed, and then he realized that his son was teasing the cat.

"Kunihiko, what are you doing?"

"Father, I'm looking to see if it's a stray cat. The boy hesitantly put his hand on top of the orange cat's head, and the orange cat shrank the back of his neck, but did not dodge. The little boy was so happy that he gently stroked the little furry life.

"Don't you have a collar around your neck?" said the man, who had already walked up to the little boy. He crouched down and examined the orange cat's body. "Hey, it's pretty clean. ”

"Father. The little boy raised his little face, "Can I take it home?"

"It depends on whether your mother agrees or not. The man held back a smile and looked at his wife.

"Kicked the ball at me so soon?" said the woman, feigning anger, but with a smile in the corners of her eyes and eyebrows.

The little boy read the acquiescence on his mother's face, and quickly picked up the orange cat, "That word is a certainty, and there is no remorse!"

"Okay first, I'll just make it something to eat, bathe, remove insects, and urinate and defecate, but it's all your business. ”

"No problem!" replied the little boy loudly, "I'm sure I'll take good care of it!"

"Kunihiko, you can give the kitten a name. The woman crouched down lovingly and helped the boy re-tie his shoes.

"Think about it. The little boy scratched his head, "What's it called?" He looked down at the orange cat in his arms, then looked around. The red and white balloon caught his eye, and then his eyes lit up, "Gis!"

The man was stunned, "What is this name?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the woman next to him couldn't help laughing, "Have you forgotten Kunihiko's favorite cartoon? Geith is one of the characters in it, the one in the red combat suit, right?" she looked at the little boy tenderly, her eyes full of silky motherly tenderness. For some reason, she untied the little boy's string on the armrest and took the balloon in her hand.

The little boy said proudly, "Yes, that's Guise." ”

At this moment, the sky seemed to darken, and the little boy noticed that his father was holding a strange thing in his hand—it seemed to be composed of two long chopsticks with two thin leather bands attached in between.

The little boy asked curiously, "What is this, father?"

"It's bubble blowing, don't you like blowing bubbles the most?" said the man, dipping the "bubble machine" into a deep bucket. A second later, he took out the "bubble machine", on which a huge soap bubble had grown.

The little boy didn't have time to think about why his father had brought the bucket to the park, he just put down the cat in his arms and took the "bubble machine" excitedly: "What a big bubble! that's amazing, father!" he trotted a few steps excitedly, but the soap bubble did not burst, but floated gently with a colorful dreamy soft light.

After playing with bubbles for a while, the little boy remembered the kitten he had just adopted. "Oh no, where is Gith?" he threw down the bubble machine, frantically searching.

"Meow. Suddenly, he heard a terrible cat meow. "Gith!" the little boy rushed in the direction from which the voice came, and at the same time, a picture flashed through his mind: a small calendar card with five pilots in different colored combat uniforms printed on it, and behind them stood huge robots.

"King Kong, God of War?" the little boy subconsciously stopped, "Why did I think of an almanac card?"

Before he could come back to his senses, a loud bang suddenly came, which frightened him. He looked tremblingly at the place where the loud noise had come: it was already a charred ruin. His father knelt on the edge of the rubble, his face blackened.

"Father...... Why are you kneeling there?" the little boy stood for a moment, then suddenly ran as a red and white balloon rose from the ruins. "Mother?!" the little boy's heart was broken, and he stumbled to the ruins, only to be stopped by the man.

"Let go of me!" the little boy shouted anxiously, "quick!"

"You killed her. The man said with a blank face, "Remember, you killed her." ”

The little boy was so frightened that his legs went limp, and he sat down on the ground, "Why? I don't understand, father, what are you talking about?"

The man stood up, his eyes red, "You killed her, you killed her!" he roared nervously, "I'm going to kill you!"

The little boy cried breathlessly, and the man clenched his fists and trembled as if he hadn't heard.

When the little boy was tired of crying, the man seemed to calm down a little. He cleared his throat and began to whisper a mournful song. The little boy couldn't hear it clearly, but he could vaguely make out that it seemed to be the song of Sayuri Ishikawa, his mother's favorite singer.

"Winter scenery of the Tsugaru Strait?" is probably the title of the song. The little boy thought and began to cry again.

"Okay, don't cry. The man stopped singing, "Come home with me, and we father and son can live well." ”

The man's voice seemed to change, but the little boy couldn't tell what was different for a moment. "I don't want to go home, I'm going to stay here. The little boy choked up and said, "It hurts here." He pointed to his head.

"Give you a fun one, it won't hurt right away. The man smiled and pulled out a fine jewelry box from his bosom, opened it to reveal a brilliant Paraiba tourmaline necklace.

"Is this ......," said the little boy with tears in his eyes, "is this a mother's thing?"

"This is my engagement gift for Yuki-e. The man's expression was a little complicated, "Don't you like it?"

The little boy was about to speak, when he suddenly felt a sharp pain in his head, as if someone had hit him the back of the head. He clutched his head and turned his head with great difficulty, and was shocked to see his mother standing behind him covered in blood.

"Does it hurt?" the gentle voice sent shudders to the boy, for he could clearly see that his mother was holding a mace-like stick in her hand, with some flesh and hair on the tip. He instinctively thought, "Is that my hair?"

"If it doesn't hurt, let's do it again. The woman grinned, her exposed teeth oozing blood.

Nan Zeyu opened his eyes. Reminiscing about the nightmare didn't make him feel lighter, on the contrary, he only felt breathless. The dull pain in the back of his head made him feel bored, "How long has it been since I was sick?" ”

Nan Zeyu was a little annoyed that he usually didn't pay much attention to his body. When he went to Tokyo to meet Takagi a few months ago, Kujo Harumi reminded him to remember to take medicine for headaches. And since Nan Zejiao was attacked at the school celebration party of Qianfeng Academy, he has been busy tracking down Pennington, and gradually forgot about taking medicine. Later, when he remembered to take the medicine, he hadn't had a headache in a long time. The headaches that have plagued him for more than ten years have become less and less frequent in recent years, and he has thrown the matter of taking medication out of the clouds.

"It's a medicine that is poisonous. With such a thought, Nan Zeyu finally gave up taking the medicine.

Nan Zeyu pressed his hand to the back of his head, he couldn't remember how long it had been since he had such a dream. I have the impression that when he was a child, similar nightmares and headaches followed. Kujou Harumi was worried about his health, and invited famous doctors to his home many times to treat him.

He lost count of how many foul-smelling decoctions he had drunk, how many chaotic injections he had injected, and although the number of nightmares had decreased significantly, the headaches were like birthmarks, and he refused to leave him no matter what.

The headache was getting more and more intense, and Nan Zeyu tried to take a deep breath and then exhale slowly to divert his attention. In the past few years, whenever he has a headache at night, adjusting his breathing and breathing, and then falling asleep quickly are very effective methods.

But after a few minutes, Nan Zeyu not only did not feel sleepy, but also became more and more awake. He followed the scent of flowers in the air and saw a chic Lalique crystal vase with white, purple and pale pink flowers on the bedside table beside him.

Nan Zeyu knew very little about flowers, and only learned several of them through the experience of living in Hancheng. He barely made out by the dim light of the room. "There are two kinds of white flowers, which look alike. At first glance, it looks a bit like a trumpet flower, or is it called a morning glory? The purple one seems to be oleander? The pink one has never been seen, and it's quite fancy. He thought to himself, "Is this a mash-up? Three simple flowers are used to create a gorgeous feeling? This is a flower arrangement." Damn, who should I ask about flower arrangement? Maybe, my father knows?"

A majestic face came to his mind, it was the Kujou Haruki that Nanzawa Rain had just seen in his dream.

There was a buzzing sound in his ears, and Nan Zeyu's facial features were deformed in pain. He gritted his teeth, got out of bed with difficulty, and made his way to the closet. "The luggage brought from home is in the closet, and the painkillers should be there. ”

But Nan Zeyu fumbled for a long time and didn't find the medicine bottle. He sat down on the floor in pain, his back against the half-door of the closet, the cold wood pressed against his wet back, calming him down a little. But soon the headache returned, and the tsunami-like pain almost pierced his central nervous system.

At this moment, Nan Zeyu felt that his senses had become extremely sensitive, and he could even hear the sound of Tao Baihe's even and fine breathing coming from the bed in the distance.

"White Lotus ......" Nan Zeyu shouted with all his might, but the sound disappeared as soon as he came out, as thin as an insect, almost inaudible. He shuddered and called out twice, each time as if to squeeze the air out of his lungs. But Tao Baihe remained motionless.

He was almost in despair, if this severe headache continued, he would not have survived the dawn, let alone his stomach churning now.

With all his strength, he picked up a platinum bag from the closet and threw it at Tao Baihe. This is Tao Baihe's favorite bag, Nan Zeyu thought maliciously, "If this bag is broken, she will probably be angry like a pufferfish." ”

Although Nan Zeyu had tried his best, the platinum bag only flew out for more than a meter and landed on the ground, without even touching the edge of the big bed. The room was covered with a carpet as thick as a cloud, and the sound of the bag falling on the ground was not much louder than Nan Zeyu's shouting.

Nan Zeyu gasped for air in exhaustion and pain, he gritted his teeth hard, and then crawled towards the door. At this time, he was closer to the door than the bed, and there were many servants in the house of the Marquis of Wanguo, and perhaps there were those who had not slept to help him. As he moved his body, he thought bitterly, "Tao Baihe has always slept very deeply, and she also has 'wake-up gas', even if it takes a lot of effort to wake her up, most of the time she will have to wait for her to be angry before she can wake up." ”

In fact, it was only two or three meters away, and Nan Zeyu felt as if he had climbed for a century. When he finally arrived at the door, he wanted to cheer for himself. But he really didn't have any strength left, and he was as wet as if he had just been fished out of the water.

"It would be nice if someone could cut off my head, or, give me a shot in the head. Nan Zeyu thought unconsciously, "It's better to die than to stay up like this." He put his hand on the door, and it became very difficult to even catch his breath.

"Bear with me, it's coming. His teeth chattered, as if every second was stretched infinitely.

He stiffened and moved towards the door, trying to stand up, but then a wave of more intense pain spread from his central nervous system to his whole body, and he raised his head and slammed against the door as if he could no longer bear the pain that would tear him apart.

With a "bang", Nan Zeyu finally lost consciousness.