"Humph! Dislike! Anya Rong pursed her lips indignantly, and her beautiful melon seed face showed obvious grievances:

"People know, can't they bother you? It's really ......."

Anya Rong got out of the car and closed the door.

Chu Shaochen quickly started the car, a gust of wind swept by, and the luxurious extended Lincoln quickly disappeared into the night of the city, leaving her alone, standing alone in the pungent car exhaust.

"Humph!"

An Yarong looked at the direction of Chu Shaochen's car, and her bright red long nails dug deep into the flesh of her palm:

"Chu Shaochen, I want to get you sooner or later!"

……

"Brother Shao Chen, do you really want to leave?" The girl in a white dress and a ponytail muttered to herself with her childish little face up.

Standing in front of her was a thin boy who was more than a head taller than her, he looked at her with a heavy heart, he was the age of adolescence, but there was a deep and melancholy in his eyes that was far beyond his age:

"Yaoyao, I'm not leaving."

She pouted angrily, and her fan-like eyelashes couldn't help blinking: "But the dean and Xiao Hei both said that your parents came yesterday and they were going to pick you up." ”

He bowed his head in frustration and said no more.

"Brother Shao Chen, if you must go, you must also remember Yaoyao, you must be happy."

"Yes." He nodded heavily, took out a wooden figure from his pocket and put it in her palm:

"This wooden man was given to me by my grandfather, and after my grandfather is gone, he will protect me in his place. Yaoyao, I'll give it to you, and when I'm not by your side, it will protect you instead of me. ”

"Hmm."

The girl bit her lip, and large tears rolled down like beads with broken threads.

He held her face with both hands:

"Yaoyao, don't cry, I will come to see you often, Yaoyao doesn't cry, don't cry......"

His voice was so soft, so nice, and his expression so gentle, so kind.

However, this face suddenly grew up for nine years, and became more handsome and more beautiful, but his expression was no longer gentle, his gaze was no longer kind, but so cold and distant......

She stood in front of him and whispered to him:

"Brother Shao Chen......"

"Mean woman, you're not qualified to be called that!"

He lunged at her, his hands grabbing her neck.

"Shao Chen, don't, Brother Shao Chen...... Don't, don't! ”

Mu Xiao screamed and sat up from the bed, and the wooden man in his hand fell under the bed.

She hurriedly got out of bed, picked up the wooden man in the dark, and carefully held it in the palm of her hand.

The first part of this dream actually happened the day before Chu Shaochen left the orphanage that year.

Nine years ago, after separating from Chu Shaochen, she often repeated this dream, and the end of the dream was always his gentle comfort......

But this time the ending has changed, and this dream that has accompanied her for nine years has turned into a nightmare.

The time displayed by the electronic clock on the wall was already 1:19 in the morning, and Chu Shaochen still hadn't come back, did he really spend the night at An Yarong's?

Mu Xiao lay down in a trance, and put the wooden figure he sent to his chest to the closest place to his heart, as if his heart was also warm.

"Sand, Sand, Sand......"

Vaguely, she heard what seemed to be movement in the room, and then she smelled the fresh scent of the morning breeze in the bamboo forest.

Then she felt a warm hand gently place it on her face, gently caressing her hair, face, and arms......