I don't know what medium to build a bridge, Ji Baimo feels that this dream is very real, so real that it is a little scary.

The hue of the dream is gray, it looks gloomy, it seems that there is only night here, there is no light, there is no sun, everything seems depressed and treacherous, there is no sound heard quietly around, Ji Baimo is standing in a strange courtyard, he saw a little girl, about three or four years old, a small lump, like a delicate porcelain doll, looks cute and fragile, and he doesn't even dare to touch it easily.

The little girl was wearing a wrinkled and shabby dress, and she stood on the skylight of the balcony and looked out, with envy in her eyes, and she held a blank piece of paper and a box of crayons in her hand, and she was scribbling, and she didn't know what she was drawing, but she looked quite serious.

Ji Baimo stepped forward, and he saw what the little girl was drawing on the paper.

A family portrait, but this family portrait is a little different, it depicts a family of four, but their standing position is very strange, a family of four, three people standing side by side, the man is tall, the woman is wearing a big skirt, the little girl is held in their arms, in the corner, behind them stands a small little girl, holding a doll in her hand, keeping a distance from them.

A few crooked words were written on the white paper.

- A family of four.

Ji Baimo didn't know why, his heart was slightly pinched, even if he didn't know who this little girl was, he frowned, followed behind the little girl, and saw the little girl take the painting in her hand to her room, a small room located in the far corner of the corridor, incompatible with the magnificence of the house, there was only a simple hard bed inside, some simple home furnishings, the little girl's short arms and legs couldn't touch the things on the table at all, she had to clumsily carry the small stool on the side.

"Dong ......" three or four years old is too young, she didn't stand firmly, the little girl fell directly to the ground, and the photo frame she was going to take on the table also smashed on her head, her forehead was immediately red and swollen, and the little girl bit her lip tightly, and tears swirled in her eyes but never fell.

"I can't cry, mom and dad are going to hate me. Her voice was immature, and she was a little milky, as if she was talking to herself, and clumsily wiped her eyes with her sleeve, and then opened the picture frame, and put the family of four in her hand into the picture frame, and the picture frame was placed on the bed by her.

Then the little girl took out something from under the bed, a small plate containing a dry and hard steamed bun with a small stick stuck in the steamed bun.

It looks like the prototype of a birthday cake.

The little girl closed her eyes, and her milky voice echoed through the room with a slight innocent voice.

"I hope my parents can hug me, I'm very well-behaved, and if I don't cry, my parents won't hate me! The little girl opened her eyes, and she was holding the doll in her arms, and her eyes were confused.

"Thank you and wish me a happy birthday. She smiled and spoke to the doll, then kissed the doll.

The room was very empty, and the little girl's body was even thinner, and she was holding the doll and talking, which was extremely lonely.

Ji Baimo stepped forward, he stretched out his hand to hug her.

Is it really just a dream?

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