Fu Jun knew that she must be dreaming again.

She still remembered that she only came back from the palace during the day, met the Queen Mother, and was comforted by her soft words. She also remembered the falling flowers and the breeze in the crape myrtle forest, and the man who was as handsome as the stars.

At this moment, however, she was standing in the corridor of the Sages at the University of Minston, looking at Jung's portrait in fascination.

The corridors are straight and long, with vaulted gallops and columns, in a distinctly Gothic architectural style. Sunlight shines through the large glass windows, projecting / / at her feet.

She walked out of the porch, and the scenery around her changed. Almost in the blink of an eye, she was in front of the student apartment building.

The apartment building is a four-story building that retains the style of the late World War II period, with a red-brick façade covered in ivy and some yellow flowers peeking out from between the broad leaves. There is a small lawn in front of the building, which is slightly sloping, and there is a narrow sidewalk downward, and sometimes students will ride bicycles past.

Fu Jun sat on the lawn.

The sky was getting dark, and the western sky was scarlet. The night in the southern hemisphere is intense, with roses, indigo, lake blues, and gold dust, like patches of color on a palette, and these gorgeous colors are heavily painted before nightfall, blooming with a kind of solitary splendor.

Fu Jun looked up at the sky.

The sky was pure yindanshi blue, and a huge cold moon hung over the chimney on the roof of the apartment building. Every window was lit up, bright and warm.

Fu Jun knew that she couldn't go back.

There are thousands of bright lights, but none of them belong to her.

She suddenly felt like a giant. Standing beyond the tides of time and space, watching the crowd of people under your feet come and go in time and space, born and old; She is like a traveler shuttling outside the galaxy, alone, surrounded by billions of stars shining brightly.

At that moment, she knew extremely deeply that no matter how many stars there were in this universe, she would have nowhere to go after all. There was a huge hole in her heart that the whole universe could not fill.

She is an outcast of time and space, a speck of matter in the infinite universe where she has no place to belong.

The thought made her feel lonely.

Unable to discharge. Boundless loneliness.

Fu Jun thought. She should wake up soon.

Countless times in the past, when the huge emptiness and boundless cold silence swept in, she would always wake up with fear.

But this time, it seems that something is different.

Because. Suddenly, she smelled grass. Warm, dry/dry, refreshing. It's like sun-drenched/dry/grass. Cool and pleasant.

Fu Jun never knew that dreams can also have a sense of smell and even a sense of touch.

She followed where the smell came from. Some are greedily chasing, unwilling to let go. There seemed to be a particularly warm place around her that drew her there. She stretched out her hand, as if she was grasping something in her hand, the texture was dense, and there were some lines on it, but what it was, she couldn't tell for a while.

She hesitated briefly.

However, the warm smell was so intoxicating that she soon no longer hesitated, but got rid of the fetters around her, and leaned over and clinged to the warm/dry/dry heat source......

Meng Yuan lowered his eyes and looked at Fu Jun who was sleeping soundly helplessly, his long eyebrows stretched out, and a smile appeared on his lips.

He came back overnight.

Because he had already received the news that Fu Jun had returned to the county lord's mansion, he did not return to the county mansion, but directly opened the door of the county lord's mansion.

At that time, Fu Jun had already fallen asleep, so Meng Yuan didn't ask anyone to disturb her. Shen's mother saw that her uncle was back, and after all, she felt that there was a male master in this house, and she could be regarded as having a backbone, and she saw that Meng Yuan came directly, and her body was sweaty and gray, so it was obvious that she was very attentive to the county lord's mother. The resentment in Shen's mother's heart was gone, and Meng Yuan was polite.

Meng Yuan first washed up in the outer study, changed into a homely straight jacket, and then went straight to the main room, without alarming anyone, and went to the east room where the bedroom was located.

As soon as he stepped through the door, his heart suddenly softened.

There is a faint sweet fragrance in the room, the closer to the bed, the more quiet the aroma becomes, when Meng Yuan lifts the bed/tent, what he sees is the quiet sleeping face of the whole body buried in the brocade quilt, only revealing a small face.

He stood on the side of the bed, only to feel that the hard work of running all the way, as well as the full expectation, had turned into softness at this moment.

He stood on the side of the bed and looked at Fu Jun, and he didn't know how long he had been watching.

According to his original plan, he really planned to go back to the outer study after just one look.

However, she cried in her dreams.

Not the kind of crying that choked with sobs, but silently weeping.

He clearly saw that between her thick eyelashes, transparent water droplets gradually oozed out, and the tips of her eyebrows were slightly furrowed, and her expression was sad, as if she had been walking alone for thousands of years.

She made his heart ache like this.

He couldn't help but sit down on the side of the bed, reaching out to wipe the tears from her eyelashes.

Who would have thought, his hand stretched out, she suddenly leaned over, and one hand stretched out the brocade quilt, accurately grabbing his sleeve.

Just when he was stunned, she had already climbed over, like a worm, wrapped in brocade quilt and squirmed to his side, and finally put her head close to his sleeve, rubbing and rubbing, only then sighed with satisfaction, and fell asleep again.

Meng Yuan had never seen her like this, like a child, holding an adult's arm and refusing to let go.

Her long hair was draped over her shoulders, and her two arms were exposed, the soft girl's arms, with an incredible slenderness, wrapped around his sleeves, and a dark purple headband wrapped around her cloudy hairband, and a dark purple tie wrapped around her snow-like sparkling neck.

The ties are sinuous and swirling, curled up like snakes on the tender skin, and a few strands of hair and ties probe into the brocade quilt, which makes people reverie.

Meng Yuan suddenly felt that his throat was dry, and his whole body tightened.

He chalked it up to the awkwardness of his posture at the moment.

He was sitting on the edge of the bed, but after Fu Jun's tugging and twisting, one of his arms had been pulled into the bed. Rao is Meng Yuan is tall and long-handed, and now he also feels that his center of gravity is a little unstable.

His heartbeat was even more unstable.

He didn't hesitate much, and quickly removed his boots from his feet, sat down in the bed, and put the silk tent down.

He didn't hesitate to do all this.

His movements were not too big, however, Fu Jun, who was asleep, was still disturbed.

As if she didn't want him to leave, she grabbed his sleeve and used two more force, and the man continued to lean towards the warm and/dry/dry heat source of the dream. It was probably because she was in the way, she stretched out her feet and swung her arms, and the brocade quilt that had slid to her shoulders finally managed to slide all the way to the end, and finally piled up to her feet.

Fu Jun, who felt that he was no longer fettered, sighed again with satisfaction, and continued to sleep firmly holding the heat source. (To be continued.) )