The first two scenes are exactly the same, the same environment, the same plot, the same characters, and of course what I did in my dreams was naturally the same, the same happiness as before, and the same sadness as before. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Although this is a revisit to an old dream, there is nothing new to speak of, but no matter how many times I have to repeat a dream like this, I will devote myself to it.

The only difference between today's dream and the previous one is in the third scene.

When the screen switched to my study, I no longer sat in front of the computer and worked hard like I did before, but stood in the corner of the study, and my eyes could just take in everything in the study.

Summer was still standing in the same position, about two meters away from where I was sitting.

She stood motionless, moving the same as she saw in her last dream, but the expression on her face was different from last time.

I don't remember what she looked like last time, but I can be sure that it was definitely different from this time, because she looked so solemn this time.

I only saw her sad expression once, but definitely not in the last dream, but at my funeral before.

At this moment, her expression was solemn, her eyes were full of tears, and she silently stared at the empty desk, where I was supposed to be sitting.

Her tears were left about thirty seconds later, tears flowing from her tear-filled eyes, down her cheeks, and dripping onto the ground.

About another minute passed, and at the feet of Summer, those dripping tears actually formed a puddle of small puddles.

When there are tears dropping down at this time, a small splash can be made on this small puddle, which is a bit exaggerated.

Perhaps it is because of the relationship in the dream that such an exaggerated situation occurs; Or maybe it's because of the extreme sadness of summer, so this slightly exaggerated scene can appear in front of you.

To be honest, at this moment, not only did she cry sadly alone in the summer, but even me, a bystander, felt extremely sad, and my whole heart was entangled.

I can't stand it anymore, and I'm going to stop it all before my study gets flooded with tears.

"Hey, don't cry, I'm not here?"

I shouted at Summer, but she didn't respond to my shouting, and she kept crying.

"Hey!" I raised my voice, "I'm here!" ”

Although I pulled my throat and made the most sound I could, Summer remained indifferent to my cries, and didn't seem to hear me at all.

The situation in front of me made me realize immediately that my voice may have been somewhat limited in this dream, causing my cries to not be conveyed to Summer.

So, I stopped shouting uselessly, and hurriedly took a step towards the summer.

Since I can't use the shouting, then I will use my actions, with my hands, to personally help her wipe away those damn tears.

A few big strides to the front of summer.

Although I was standing in front of her, close to her, she still didn't notice my presence, and her weeping eyes were still staring at the empty desk.

I paused in front of her for about three seconds, then raised my right hand and reached for her left cheek, ready to wipe away her tears with my hand.

But when my hand touched her cheek, it was like touching air, and it gently passed through her cheek.

I withdrew my right hand in a panic, and then looked at Summer in amazement, who was still crying in front of me.

After a pause, I reached out again, this time to my left, towards Summer's right cheek.

As a result, as before, my left hand only touched the air, and could not touch the summer at all.

I withdrew my left hand and took two steps back.

Although what is happening in front of you at this time is a little complicated and a little unbelievable, it is not difficult to understand, after all, this is in a dream, and anything can happen.

I had come to understand that in this dream I could do nothing but stand here and watch her cry.

"I'm sorry, I'm obviously by your side, but I can't help you!"

"I'm sorry, I made you cry again, whether in reality or in dreams, you cried for me."

"Sorry if you could hear me."

"I'm sorry ......"

All I could do was say sorry to Summer, even though I knew she couldn't hear me at all.

I don't know how many sorry words I said, but I found that there was a puddle of water at my feet.

Damn, didn't I stay indoors? Why is it raining? If it wets my face, why do you need to accumulate water at my feet? Shoes are expensive, what should I do if they get wet? Bastard!

I woke up, probably before the puddle of water at my feet had completely covered the soles of my shoes.

I sat up from the bed and rubbed my swollen eyes, which hurt a little.

Looking up at the window, the sun was gone, and it seemed that this sleep made me sleep directly into the night.

After sighing lightly, he raised his hands and slapped his face three times in a row, each of which made a loud slapping sound.

After filming, I breathed a long sigh of relief, and then lifted the quilt and got out of bed.

After a brief freshening, I headed straight to the kitchen, but not to find something to eat, but on a whim, I wanted to make myself a cup of coffee.

Go to the kitchen, find the coffee can, open the lid, scoop out a cup of coffee with a spoon, and put it in the coffee maker.

I was about to turn on the switch of the coffee machine, hesitated for a moment, and then scooped out a cup from the coffee can with a spoon and put it into the coffee machine, and then pressed the start switch.

While waiting for the coffee to be brewed, I was more laid-back. With his back against the refrigerator, he hummed a song in his mouth, and only stretched out an index finger in his left and right hands, swinging in the air to follow the song humming in his mouth, playing rhythmically and rhythmically.

"Looks like you're in a good mood."

The white-haired old man walked into the kitchen with his trademark smile.

I stopped humming, but I didn't stop shaking my fingers and looked at the white-haired old man, "It's okay, the coffee is almost ready, you can go to the living room and sit first!" ”

As soon as I finished speaking, I saw the white-haired old man in front of me stunned for a moment, and then with a puzzled expression on his face, he glanced at me twice, wanted to say something, but didn't say anything, and turned around and walked out of the kitchen.

It was at this time that the green light of the coffee maker came on and the coffee was ready.

I took out two cups, poured the brewed coffee into them, and with one hand, walked from the kitchen to the living room.