When taking off, I couldn't hear the roar of the engine, and the lark flew quietly and gracefully into the blue sky like a lady. Tong Yumo and Tong Meng sat face to face on the sofa, looking at the sketches that Tong Meng drew when he was in the hospital, and pondering Tong Meng's strange dreams. These are too unreasonable, but in my mind, I recalled the appearance of Tong Mengmeng when she saw on the video, she painted these pictures tirelessly, and Tong Yumo's heart hurt like a pinprick.

"Mengmeng, this is incredible, this is amazing fate, if you really haven't met him...... But my mother always thought he was familiar, but she couldn't remember anything. Tong Yumo pointed to the man in the windbreaker in the painting, and patiently tried to suppress her temperament, hoping that her daughter would take the initiative to open up to her.

Tong Meng smiled at Tong Yumo, and shared everything he saw in his dream with his mother without landing. Although she was exhausted from talking so much in a long time, she was happy to be able to share her story with her mother as she did when she was a child. As adults, the mother and daughter are busy with their own careers, and it has been a long time since they have spent such a warm time together.

"The red mole in the palm?" After listening to Tong Meng's words, Tong Yumo thought for a long time. She picked up Tong Meng's hands, which had long since lost their luster due to illness, and even left some disgusting spots. There was not a mole in the palm of the palm prints, and Tong Yumo's brain was suddenly stunned, and after a short trance, she fell into a memory.

A small blue car drove slowly on the highway, and the bright starry sky echoed with a melodious ballad:

The dark sky is low, the bright stars are with each other, the insects are flying, the insects are flying, who are you missing? The stars in the sky are crying, the roses on the ground are withering, the cold wind is blowing, the cold wind is blowing, as long as you are with you......

"Is my daughter asleep?" Lan Shen, who was in the driver's seat, heard his lover's singing stop, so he lowered his voice and asked.

"Hmm!" The young Tong Yumo hugged her daughter who had just been coaxed to sleep, and gently pushed away the child's pink little hand, which was holding a red mole in her small palm, and couldn't help frowning slightly, "Husband, this blood mole in my daughter's palm is so strange, it seems to have gotten a little bigger." ”

"Oh?" Lan Shen replied nonchalantly with his hands on the steering wheel.

"The color is getting redder and redder, will it be bad for my daughter's health?" Tong Yumo was faintly worried.

Lan Shen saw Tong Yumo's worried look in the rearview mirror, and had to comfort her, "It's okay, don't worry about it, our baby is called a cinnabar mole, this is a good mole, only one in tens of millions of people." ”

"Really?" Tong Yumo will be skeptical.

"I've told you all, so don't think about it. Lan Shen paused, and then said, "This mole is called cinnabar nevus, also known as lover's mole. Legend has it that when they arrived at Nai He Bridge, some lovers were unwilling to forget each other and insisted on not drinking Meng Po soup. Meng Po was helpless, so she had to make a mark on their bodies, which was this cinnabar mole. But the lovers who left the mark must jump off the Lethe River, be tormented by flooding and fire, and wait for thousands of years to be reincarnated, and after reincarnation, they will take the memories of their past lives and this mole with them to find their lovers in their past lives......"

"Lovers in a previous life?" Tong Yumo felt outrageous the more she listened.

"Yes, our precious daughter is precious. You remember, she's the best gene in our family, and when she grows up, she has to be taught architecture, you know?"

"Why do you want to study architecture? Do you pinch your fingers and calculate that our baby can become a master builder in the future?" Tong Yumo felt that Lan Shen was getting more and more strange, and he was about to become a fortune teller.

"Anyway, you're right to listen to me...... Our daughter has endured a thousand years of hardships before she came into this world, and we must treat her well, and when she grows up and becomes a beautiful big girl, then she will meet a man with a mole on his palm, and the two cinnabar moles are exactly the same color, shape, and size, and they will be stronger than gold, and no one can separate them. ”

"Hmm...... You're starting to write a new story? Tong Yumo's mouth was sarcastic, but her tightly knit brows unconsciously stretched.