Ye Wei turned her face away, dodged Lian Xunqin's hand, and struggled to withdraw her hand. Looking at him with a little panic, he wiped the tissue in his hand on his face in a little panic, and said, "I'll just come by myself." ”

Lian Xunqin's hand paused in the air like this, and after a moment, he slowly withdrew his hand and put it beside him. Ye Wei looked at his actions, opened her mouth, stopped talking, and finally said softly: "You...... The water is still dripping from your hair, so wipe it. ”

After speaking, I glanced at it, and saw that I was wiping the watery paper, which ...... Isn't that what you just wiped for him? How...... How did it get on your face?

Is this considered intimate contact? Ye Wei thought with a little blush.

When Lian Xunqin heard Ye Wei's words, he wiped his head casually, shook his hair again, and dripped a little crystal on his head, shining, looking very handsome.

Ye Wei looked at it, and couldn't help but be stunned for a moment, and after coming back to her senses, she kept muttering, telling you not to be angry, aren't you just a little handsome, and you can look fascinated by it?

Lian Xunqin looked at the rain and said, "Look at this rain can't stop for a while, it's all here anyway, why don't you go in and eat something?" Just right, you haven't eaten at noon. ”

Ye Wei looked at the rain and nodded at him.

Walking into the cold drink shop and finding a place to sit down, Lian Xunqin asked Ye Wei what he wanted and went directly to the counter. Probably because of the rain, even though it is winter, the cold drink shop is still overcrowded. Lian Xunqin slowly lined up at the end of the line.

Ye Wei lay on the table tiredly, looking at the scenery outside the cold drink shop, in a daze.

Looking at it, her vision was a little blurred, she slowly closed her eyes, and the cool breeze hit, which made people very comfortable, and she couldn't help but feel drowsy.

She just closed her eyes like that, let her sleepy eyes rest, let the breeze blow across her face, gently blowing her long hair, and with a hint of warmth in the slight coolness, she couldn't help but feel nostalgic and wanted to keep this comfort.

The breeze, the gentle movements, as if Tang Le was caressing his face, Tang Le ...... Why do you think of him again? When I calmed down, I thought of him again, why is it so difficult to make my head not think about anything?

I obviously want to forget something, but when I have no one else, I still can't help but think of it; When the mind is silent, I can't help but jump out of my mind and linger; When there is nothing to do, it will inadvertently occupy the space of the brain and cannot be expelled.

Whenever this happens, she can't help but do something to distract herself from indulging in the sadness of the past.

However, it may be that the breeze here is too soft, it may be that the environment here is too beautiful, it may be that today's qiē makes her too tired, she doesn't want to move at all, although she has the idea of resisting, she has no motivation to resist.

Occupy it, occupy it, at this moment, she can't resist.

She had a dream, a long, long dream.

In the dream, there are many people.

There are parents, there are Downles, there are many, many people.

She dreamed a lot of things, even when she was a child.

She dreamed that her mother touched her hand, teaching herself to write with a stroke, she impatiently shook the sore hand, and said to her mother coquettishly if she could not stop practicing. Her mother pinched the tip of her nose and said, "Just practice a little longer." She could only pick up the pen again and write seriously.

She dreamed that her father was practicing calligraphy in the study, and she had to go in to join in the fun, lying on the corner of her father's table, watching her father wave his pen, in one go, she looked at him with admiration, and her hands touched those fonts, and as a result, she got a hand of ink, and she didn't know it, and touched her face with the ink-stained hand, and as a result, her little face was black, and her father laughed there, and she didn't know what her father was laughing at.

She dreamed that she was in a house with Tang Le, where she was cooking, smiling happily, and her face was full of sweetness. When Tang Le came back, he saw that he was in the kitchen, walked over and put his arm around his waist, and said in his ear, 'It's good to have you'.

She dreamed that she went home to tell her parents, and Tang Le wanted to contribute her own funds, but her father strongly objected, saying that he was just greedy for his own money, and she was arguing with her father angrily, and her mother came to persuade her, but she couldn't listen to it. In the end, the father was so angry that he said this door, and he regarded it as his own daughter. But because of his anger, he didn't go out with his head back.

She dreamed that after she went out, her father was panting on the sofa, and her breathing was not very smooth, and her mother kept giving her father a good breath, saying: "The child is older and has his own ideas, isn't this just not hitting the south wall and not looking back?" It's a big deal, just wrap it up for her when the time comes, don't be angry. ”

She dreamed that Tang Le fell out with his family because of himself, and the relationship became worse and worse, and once, when he came home after a long absence, he jumped up excitedly, but only ushered in a perfunctory sentence Recently.

She dreamed that after she had been in a car accident, the white sheets in the hospital covered her body, and the doctors left one after another, shaking their heads regretfully at their parents and saying, "Sorry, we did our best." The mother collapsed limply on top of her father, his resolute face softened a little, and his eyes moistened.

She dreamed that at the dark funeral, her mother was crying weakly in front of her coffin, screaming hoarsely, and her father was also in tears. ”

She dreamed of many things, some of them memories, some of which seemed to be her future.

And at the end of the dream, the mother fainted in front of her coffin, and there were still some people around her who knew or didn't know, looking at the mother with sympathy, ridicule, or indifference, and there was a faint sentence, "Poor man, I finally raised such a big man, but I wanted the white-haired person to send the black-haired person." ”

"Vivi ......"

A very soft voice seemed to come from afar, calling.

Vivi? Who's calling itself? This voice is so familiar and so unfamiliar. This voice seemed to be full of tenderness and affection, making her reluctant to wake up from her dream.

It seems that something touched her cheek, and her movements were gentle, more comfortable than the cool breeze, and this touch made her feel gentle and a little nostalgic.

Although her mind was still in her dreams, she was gradually waking up from her dreams.

Ye Wei's eyelids trembled, and her long eyelashes, which were curved and curled, trembled with them. And the hand that stayed on her face hesitated on her face, and after a while, she resolutely withdrew her hand away.

Ye Wei slowly opened her eyes.

As she opened her eyes, in an instant, the faces in her mind vanished one by one. The mother's sad and angry face, the father's old tears, and Tang Le's mocking smile all slowly faded away. Then appeared in front of his eyes, a face that could not be seen clearly due to the backlight.

Ye Wei squinted, she had just woken up, and she couldn't adapt to the sudden light, and her consciousness gradually returned. But she couldn't tell the difference between reality and dreams when she had just woken up.