Mo Dye hates the night, and since he was a child, he has been sleeping with a woman who is not very outstanding.

When he first remembered, she was a delicate girl. watched her smile and smile to marry another woman, and then to a woman whose beauty was fading. The woman seemed to have grown up in his dreams, and she had always been cheerful and reckless, and she was very honest.

Pity his eighteen-year-old skin, and his eighty-year-old soul was fed by this dream.

In order to get rid of this annoying dream, the birthday wishes of the ink dye before the age of sixteen were dedicated to it.

On the night of his sixteenth birthday, the woman who smiled brightly every day cried like a child, as if she had lost something important, avoiding everyone and crying like a child.

For the first time in his life, he wanted to touch the woman, and he did, and he tentatively wiped the tears from her eyes.

Tears were hot, and he quickly retracted his hand as hot as coals, and the woman seemed to be aware of it and looked at him calmly. Mo Dye paid attention to this and realized that even in his dreams, he couldn't see her clearly.

"Are you here?" it turned out that her voice was so clean and nice.

She spoke in his direction, her gaze slightly off. It seemed that she could feel herself but not see.

After waking up from the dream, the image of the woman dissipated like a mist, and she put away her sad stubbornness as soon as she noticed someone, which impressed him deeply.

Aside from the dream of dominating him, the woman didn't seem to change his life in any way.

He just watched her daily routine in his sleep, like watching a series that was updated on time. After that, the woman still smiled brightly in front of everyone, but it was much colder when she was alone.

He never touched her again, and he still didn't like the night.

Until he was admitted to college and left his hometown, he couldn't see her recover to a heartless appearance.

Coming to this strange thousand-year-old town to go to college, after an intense period of military training and adaptation, he suddenly found that the unprecedented woman had not appeared in his dream for a long time.

Was it that he had gone too far for the woman to follow? But he had traveled farther away on his previous vacations, and the woman had never been absent.

In this surprise he spent his first semester, and it was not until he came home from winter break that the woman fell asleep again as usual, and he let out a long sigh that life did not seem to be out of control.

He was startled at this thought, he was actually expecting her.

In the second summer vacation, he stayed with his friends to work in this small city on the 18th tier as usual, not to say whether he was hiding from that woman, or coveting the dreamless nights that this small town gave him.

The woman who had a vague impression gradually faded in his life.

The energetic girls in the university slowly took over his life, and he finally lived a normal human life......

"What are you going to give to Ruan Xin on Qixi Festival?" Zhang Dong carried a delicate gift bag in his hand.

"You're too anxious. "Ink dyeing doesn't have this habit.

On August 17, 2018, the Qixi Festival, this is only August 1st: "Are you going to give a gift for Army Day?"

"you! Today, my mother has paid my living expenses, so I have to spend them quickly. By the 17th, I only bought lollipops. "Zhang Dong regards money as an enemy, and the severity is by no means something that the Moonlight Clan can describe.

"In other words, with the initiative of the soft girl, it won't be decided that she will give you a gift, right?!" Zhang Dong's brain hole is still quite big.

The ink dyeing has been chased by the flower for more than a year, which Zhang Dong can't figure out. This guy really doesn't have any strengths except for being a little better.

And seeing that the flowers can't attack him, all the girls are also dead, and he is absolutely single by strength.

"I'm not going to ask for a girl's gift yet. "The eighty-year-old heart of the ink dyed can't accept this. "Besides, I'm just classmates with her. ”

He doesn't have many life guidelines, but he still doesn't gnaw at the old, doesn't owe debts, and doesn't eat soft rice. So during the summer vacation of part-time work, he asked his family to stop living expenses.

In order to push away Ruan Xin's gift, he turned off his phone and worked overtime all night. Zhang Dong happened to transfer the shift in the second half of the night to him, and he took it with full attendance, and went back to celebrate the festival with his girlfriend with peace of mind.

The eleventh long vacation hall brother got married, and the ink dyed went home to attend the wedding. I hadn't seen her for more than half a year, and the woman became quieter and quieter, and the light in her eyes dimmed.

At his cousin's wedding, he helped block a lot of wine, but he didn't go to the cave room, and he was sent home to sleep directly after the banquet.

He insisted on taking a shower before going back to his room to sleep.

In the dream, the woman was curled up in a small lump and slept on the bed, and the ink-stained night seemed to be the woman's daytime, and it was the first time she had slept during the day.

Her eyes were closed, her brow furrowed slightly, and she was huddled in the thin quilt and rubbed her arms. The arms outside the cotton sleeveless nightdress, the skin is slightly purple, and it is obviously very cold.

Suddenly, without warning, two tears slipped from the corners of her eyes, no sound, no expression. Nothing changed except for the tears that kept rolling down, and she didn't even wake up.

Mo Ran couldn't help but sigh in his dream, and the woman rubbed in his direction consciously, and he took her into his arms by surprise.

The woman was slightly stunned at first, but this clean and warm embrace was too tempting, and the woman couldn't help but lean in.

Her body was slightly cool, her skin was slippery, and her face rubbed against his shoulder socket, obedient like a cat.

The touch was so real that it made his hands and feet stiff, his throat was so thirsty that it hurt, and a layer of fine beads of sweat appeared on his forehead in a short time.

"You're so warm. The woman sighed in her sleep.

The tone was still clean and good, and it only made him relax with one sound. Mo Ran didn't reply, watching her sleep peacefully, she also fell into a deep sleep.

The flowery vegetable garden, the grass and trees are green and the flowers and fruits are on the same branch, and the common fruits and vegetables that can be eaten are very complete.

She looked like a girl, and she pouted: "I haven't been here for a long time." Then he happily copied a small bamboo basket and began to pick.

"These are delicious, do you want to try them?" she held an apple to him, so delicate that she couldn't refuse.

"Can you see me?" he said to her for the first time.

"I can't see clearly, but he must be a nice looking person. ”

"How do you know it's good-looking if you can't see clearly?" Facing this girl of the same age, Mo Dye had a teasing mood, and if she couldn't see clearly, she might be as plain as water.

"How could I dream of someone who doesn't look good?" she insisted, because it was her dream.

The sweet apple in his mouth suddenly has a hint of sourness. Yes, the man who made her cry out loud was also an outstanding skin.

"Good-looking people have apples to eat?" the tone was so childish that he didn't want to admit that it was his own voice.

She shook her head quickly: "I know your taste, I just can't remember it, and I like your taste." In her dreams, she was unrestrained, straightforward and naïve.

"If you come often, I'll keep all the delicious food for you. She handed him another watery peach, and coaxed him like a child, expecting him to agree.

"Good. This voice is a little unfamiliar, it must not have come from me......

In the middle of the night, the girl woke up hungry, and Modye woke up from the orchard. The woman in her arms fumbled to turn on the light, and there was a lot of clutter in the rest room of her shop, and when she was about to hit the corner of the table, he blocked it without thinking.

The light came on, and the woman touched him twice, "Is that you?" Awake, she couldn't see the ink stain in her sleep, but she could sense his presence.

There was a blank and expectant look on her face, and Mo Ran reached out to smooth her slightly frowning brow, only to realize that this face was not too young when she was about to meet it.

After waking up, he went back to school overnight, and Ruan Xin, who was still waiting at school during the holidays, made an appointment with him for the first time.

"It's a junior......" Ruan Xin muttered happily and in frustration......