The boy took her by the hand and walked to the front yard, followed by a white dog, honestly following them.

The girl looked at him cautiously, and her little face, which had been puffed up, was now deflated, and her hands were clenched subconsciously, making the corners of his clothes wrinkled, and even stained with mud.

Without saying a word, he led her to the bamboo chair, forced her to sit down, and then leaned down, as if half-squatting in front of her. The little girl looked at the top of his head, only now she was taller than him, she used to have to look up at him, her brother was really not like her.

He was cold to her and liked to lecture her. Only when he sees his mother, will he be like a young child, showing a smile that is appropriate for his age.

She likes her father, and she likes to pester him and ask him to hug him. Although most of them were the ones who picked up the two of them, it was because of her that my brother had such an honor.

She looked at him, but he still didn't say a word, just pinched her fingers with his hand, and was in a trance.

"Brother--" She softly called to the boy in front of her, her other hand tapping his cheek.

It felt quite good, and the little girl poked it again, it seemed to be her rare favorite thing, and her eyes were full of joy.

Her actions just now unexpectedly frightened him, and it was uncomfortable to be pinched like this. He wanted to talk about her, but when he saw her happy and carefree appearance, he kept his mouth shut.

Ignoring her left hand, she only had the hand in her hand full of heart and eyes. Her fingers had been scratched, but she hadn't realized that she was a fool.

Her hand gently ran over the wound, and sure enough, she couldn't help but withdraw it.

"It hurts, brother, Xiaoyu hurts." She has been afraid of pain since she was a child, and when she was in pain, her little face was twisted together, and the tears in her eyes seemed to be about to flow out.

He blew on her fingers for a few breaths, and she didn't try to withdraw it.

"Don't play anymore!" The boy opened his mouth softly, with a hint of hatred for iron and steel.

"Don't, I promise!" She was frightened when she heard this, and all the joyful emotions left her, and she was full of tears.

She seemed to have made a great promise this time, but the man knew that this man would not change.

"I won't bully Xiaobai in the future, I won't in the future" He was interrupted before he could finish speaking.

"I didn't bully her, I've been very well-behaved lately, and I didn't bother my father and mother." She winked at him, looking "I'm extremely innocent, I'm the most well-behaved."

The corners of his mouth twitched, doesn't it mean peeking and eavesdropping?!

Last time he just bumped into her peeking, and now he's bumping into her eavesdropping.

"You didn't say you can't listen! I'm a good boy, I'll listen to my brother!" She pouted, giving the illusion that she was right in everything.

"Let's practice calligraphy together tomorrow!" Ignoring her pleas, he only told her his decision, not to discuss.

When he reached the age of reading and writing, he has always had the habit of practicing calligraphy, and if he didn't look at her, she was injured again. Although it was only a broken finger, she did not change her life.

Last time, she led her own Xiaobai to compete with the rhubarb next door, and finally broke her leg, and Xiaobai was also covered in black.

At that time, his whole face stinked. This little girl seems to have been raised by herself. The main thing is that when he was a child, only this little baby in swaddling clothes accompanied him, which is considered a peer.

Indeed, he was a year older than her. Probably the little girls are delicate, born pink and tender, and endearing. He also took a little more care, but now at the stage when she should be learning words, she is still playing with mud, which is innocent.

"Okay." She is self-aware, and she no longer annoys the boy in front of her.

The child's mood is always easily hung on her face, and at the moment her face is unhappy, completely obvious, only to write "I'm not happy" four big words.

Every time she looks like this, he always feels that he owes her, otherwise how can he compromise when she is unhappy?

"You can play, but you have to get my permission."

As soon as she heard this, the weather changed dramatically, from cloudy to sunny. The pigtails on the back of his head swayed from time to time, as if to tell the pleasure of his master. She hooked his little finger with her tail finger and stamped it back.

"Brother, you can't lie to me!" There was a small light in her eyes, and he was the only one.

"Okay." He wouldn't lie to her, and never will.

She was so happy that her eyes were always glancing in, trying to stare at the door for a hole.

He tugged at her braid and made her face himself, as if he only wanted her eyes on himself and didn't want to share it with anyone else.

"Brother, do you want to see it too?" She was smiling so badly that her eyes were about to narrow into a line.

"Let's go!" He got up and took her by the hand and walked inside.

He had just noticed that the two men under the tree had already spotted them. Counting the time, it should be a picture that is favorable to children now.

Sure enough, the man under the tree held the woman in his arms, and under the two of them was a swing with vines entwined.

"I want to play too!" She broke free of the boy's hand and ran forward as fast as she could.

The boy quickened his pace and protected her behind her. He knew that she was still like that, and whenever there was fun, there would be her.

The woman saw her daughter and son with sharp eyes, and called them repeatedly.

"Aze, Ayu, come here!"

"Coming, coming, mother." The little girl answered her and walked towards the swing behind her with burning eyes.

"Want to play?" The man saw his daughter's appearance at a glance, and he was holding back a smile in his heart.

She nodded frantically, her gaze threatening to burn a hole behind them.

"Come on." The woman stretched out her hand to the girl and hugged her, and the family was happy.

The vines are intertwined, intertwined with iron rings and chains, and the family can sit on it enough to support them, not to mention that there are only two people on the swing.

As the sun sets, a woman holds a girl with an excited face, and a large white dog lies beside her, wagging its tail vigorously.

The sunlight stretched their figures very long, and their slender bodies were like a beam of warm sun, shining straight on the tips of people's hearts.

Jingle Bell--

The heartbell on the woman's wrist rang inopportunely, and the crisp sound of the past turned into a hurry, as if urging people to go to their original world.

One after another, but only shrouded in laughter.

But in an instant, everything on the swing turned into nothingness, and it was like a dream.

When I wake up from a dream, will people be there?

The answer to all this can only be known to the dreamer.

"Don't go--" The man's face was covered in sweat on the bright yellow bed, and he knew that she was still awake after all.

Spring in the north is destined to be short-lived, and it will be summer again, but there is a hint of relief in the air.

The red dust road is long, after all, someone crosses her way back, but it is only a dream.

In the vast sky, the sun was blocked by the sturdy trees, so that it would not be too hot. The moon is hidden in the clouds, releasing its own brilliance with the sun.

The four big words "Lin'an Hospital" are clearly hung in this place that dispels the haze in people's hearts.

He Yan pressed the "1" button with ease, and memories of scenes appeared in her mind. To be precise, it was the so-called dream she had.

She slept for a long time, for several days, her whole body was sore, but her brain was unusually awake.

"Ding" was accompanied by a crisp prompt sound, and the thoughts in her head were organized.

To be honest, the memory of those years in her head turned out to be a dream.

The look of the man with gold-rimmed eyes on the 12th floor like a fool still she could not forget.

"I seem to have crossed over!" That's what she said to him.

"How is that possible? You've been here for the past few days. ”

But her expression didn't seem fake, and she didn't seem to be the girl who had suffered nightmares and couldn't sleep peacefully.

"You're just a dream! Your heart is desperate to get out of the old situation, and everything that arises from it. He looked at her and spoke the truth with great patience.

"What else do you remember?" He asked again.

Her eyes were attracted by the heart-helping bell at her wrist, and she couldn't wait to stare at her wrist, her hand rubbing the skin under her hand, but it was just smooth.

By the way, how could she forget that her injuries had already been healed by Shen Jing from the bottom of her heart!

Is it all just a dream?!

The eyes were slightly dim, and some were just a wry smile at the corner of their mouths.

"You're really just a dream, and I can still feel their temperature. So warm, so beautiful. ”

"Crossing is a matter of nothingness, and it is also imagined by the human brain, so why should you take it seriously?"

She smiled and walked out of Lin'an Hospital.

She never thought about the twelfth floor anymore, and her steps only got faster and faster.

"Twelve", twelve strokes for lovers and twelve strokes for family, all of which have nothing to do with her now.

The regrets of the family can only wait for the unforgettable dream of Twelve.

She thought she would never forget everything in her dreams.

Lin Feng, who had a general encounter with herself, was also herself after all. Behind her was a wound from a childhood scratch, and he had the word "peak" left by a knife cutting through his skin.

He was abandoned by his so-called father and lost his mother at an early age. She was abandoned because of her mother's difficult birth, and when she grew up to go to her father, she only ended up dying because of her. The emperor in the dream is not the same, because of him died.

She should have thought that he was her, and she couldn't help but want to take care of him, even if he killed the person she loved the most, she could still forgive him and want to be with him.

That's all because he's her.

As she walked back, the hospital behind her was getting farther and farther away, her heart no longer tightly confined, and her world was full of brightness.

"Wangwang--"

She turned and looked at the big dog, familiar and unfamiliar. Instead, she was taken away from the eyes of others, and she ran towards that place despite the tears streaming down.

So, wake up from the dream!

Will that person be there?

The afterglow of the setting sun shone obliquely on the people, and the shadows of the ground overlapped.