She also dreamed of a lot of old times, and the past events between her and him reappeared in her dreams one by one: he carried her to school, carried her home, and climbed Xiangshan on her back, and he said to her, sister, I will carry you in the future......

Later, she actually dreamed of their kiss, dreamed, and slept in his arms......

His arms are strong and strong; His embrace, warm and thick. However, he liked to sleep with his head on her shoulder, bury himself in her neck socket and mutter, "Sister, I'm afraid......

This dream was so real, in the dream, she even felt his head pressing on her shoulder, heavy, so heavy that she couldn't turn over, but it was also this heaviness, sinking at ease, sinking, she didn't want to, and she couldn't wake up......

The midsummer sun was full of squeezing into the window lattice, printing one fine grid after another on the wooden floor, Jiang's mother came in gently, saw that she was still asleep, did not bother, smiled, and went out again.

"Mother Jiang......" she called softly on the bed.

"Whoa! Awake? I'm calling you breakfast, and seeing that you're still asleep, I won't make any noise for you. Mother Jiang came in again, sat on the edge of the bed, saw the fine beads of sweat on her forehead, and wet the hair on her forehead, and wiped her gently, "Is it hot to fall asleep?" Da"

"Well, sort of, okay." She sat up on her own, her fair face slightly flushed.

Mother Jiang smiled, "Yo, this complexion this morning is quite good, white and red, as beautiful as if she has put on makeup." ”

"Is there one?" She touched her cheeks, it was indeed a little hot, her shoulders were a little sore, and she couldn't help but laugh when she thought of the dream she had last night.

"What are you so happy about? Laughing early in the morning? Jiang's mother smiled.

Ye Qinghe's face became more and more red like rouge, and he glanced at him coquettishly, "Mother Jiang, I was just thinking, what did Mother Jiang do this morning, and she wanted to tell me to get up and eat!" ”

Mother Jiang smiled from ear to ear, "Dumplings!" Eat dumplings today! ”

Dumplings? It's been a long time since I've eaten dumplings, and the last time it's the Spring Festival......

That meal was made with peanuts in each one......

"Why did Mother Jiang think about making dumplings today?" She asked casually. Dumplings, northerners like to eat more, she doesn't particularly like it, Jiang's mother rarely packs, in comparison, she likes to eat Jiang's mother's wontons.

"Oh! I just think that you haven't eaten dumplings since you've been back for so long, so it's good to change the taste. Jiang's mother explained with a smile, and then changed the topic, "Do you want to take a shower first?" ”

"yes, okay." A slight sweat indeed.

However, after taking a bath, Jiang's mother took out a bud for her. Silky, very cute dress for her to wear.

"Mother Jiang, why do you wear this for me?" She didn't buy this dress herself. Since she moved here, her movement is not very convenient, and everything she purchases is handed over to Jiang's mother to do, buy her clothes, buy daily necessities, including two such skirts, not to follow Jiang's mother's wishes, but, in her opinion, she has been away from the word cute for more than ten years......

Mother Jiang glared at her with a smile, "Why can't you wear it?" Look at our Xiaohe's appearance, dress up and go out, say eighteen years old, no one doesn't believe it, the girl's family, you have to dress up to ......" Jiang's mother said this, stopped, and quickly covered her mouth, without a trace.

Ye Qinghe's attention was all on this skirt, and he didn't pay attention to Jiang's mother's reaction.

"Come on, come on, put it on! Don't dislike Mother Jiang's vision! Jiang's mother smiled and came to help her dress.

There was an obvious scar on her shoulder, thicker than the one on her face, like a white centipede lying on her ice muscle and jade skin, which was particularly dazzling.

Every time Jiang's mother saw it, she would feel distressed and couldn't bear to look at it more, so she quickly put her skirt on.

Ye Qinghe had no choice, but anyway, she never cared what she was wearing, so she obeyed Jiang's mother's wishes and wore that bud. The silk skirt went out of the room.

Jiang's mother went to the kitchen to cook dumplings, and early in the morning, the dishes had been bought, and the fresh and tender vegetables, the leaves were dripping, and they were left in the kitchen, which was very cute.

"Bought vegetables so early?" She felt a little strange, Mother Jiang was like this, not like she came back from going out.

"That's right! Haven't I been busy making dumplings all morning? Wu Chao helped us buy it. Mother Jiang put the dumplings in the pot.

Ye Qinghe looked at the dumplings on the plate and asked, "Mother Jiang, is this the dumpling you made?" ”

"Of course! Who else is not me? She said.

Ye Qinghe stopped talking, turned his wheelchair, and walked out of the kitchen.

"Mother Jiang!" When she came to the outside store, she exclaimed.

"What's wrong?"