Jiang Zhilian wasn't sure how much Qiao Ruiling knew, so she didn't dare to ask or mention it.

Every night, she went to Meng Qing's house, cooked a simple dinner, and ate with Qiao Ruiling.

After the meal, they would make small talk and chat.

After Jiang Zhilian washed the dishes and chopsticks, she returned to the rental house in Dawan County under the stars and at night.

The next day, she set up a morning stall as usual, and would go to the sauce factory during the day.

In the past few days since Meng Qing left, she had insomnia every night and had difficulty falling asleep.

I didn't sleep enough for four hours a day, and I finally passed out, but I started to have nightmares again.

The terrible scene was scene after scene, and each time I woke up sweating profusely.

Jiang Zhilian stayed up for a few days, and her whole person was a lot haggard.

As soon as she heard the sound, she was like a frightened bird.

When I saw a crow on the road, I felt a sudden attack in my heart, thinking that it was a bad omen.

In turn, he would spit a few mouthfuls on the ground, complaining that he was too superstitious.

Meng Qing is good! Look at the white clouds like marshmallows in the sky, each piece represents auspiciousness!

Jiang Zhilian kept scaring herself like this, and comforted herself with Ah Q's spirit.

Seeing her ghostly appearance, Zhu Baomei couldn't bear it anymore, "Xiao Jiang, what's the matter with you?" This little face is whiter than my flour! Are you sick? If you don't feel well, go home and rest! Nothing matters in the factory. ”

"Aunt Baomei......" Jiang Zhilian lay on the table, pouted, and said aggrievedly: "I'm nervous about this nightmare recently." Just a newspaper was blown to the ground by the wind, and I was scared into a cold sweat. ”

Zhu Baomei blinked her eyes twice, leaned over and lowered her voice and asked, "What dream?" Tell me about it, I'll help you unravel it! ”

Jiang Zhilian pursed her lips and hesitated.

If you say it, you are afraid of revealing clues.

But if she doesn't talk to anyone again, she will probably collapse.

Jiang Zhilian had an idea, changed the protagonist in the dream, and made some clever changes to the scene, and the main plot did not change much.

She thought for a moment and made sure that there was nothing wrong with her, and then she said, "I dreamed of a little boy who was very naughty, who couldn't swim but always jumped into the river. I went down to save him, but I couldn't swim beside him, and watched him being swept away by the waves. ”

Zhu Baomei listened carefully and nodded, "It's quite anxious, what else?" ”

Jiang Zhilian coughed lightly and continued: "It's still this little boy, he climbed to a very tall tree, and then fell down with his foot. I reached for his hand, but I couldn't. He looked at me and fell straight down...... Fall...... Keep falling ......"

Zhu Baomei was a little anxious when she heard this, "Keep falling down - and then?" ”

"And then I woke up!" Jiang Zhilian sighed heavily, "It's almost all dreams of this kind!" I saw that he was in danger and wanted to save him, but I couldn't save him once. When I woke up, I was so uncomfortable! ”

Zhu Baomei asked with a serious face, "Why are you sitting on such a tall tree?" Did he climb up to find you? ”

"......" Jiang Zhilian choked, Aunt Baomei, what kind of Qingqi brain circuit is this, the focus is too biased!

"By the time I entered this dream, I was already sitting on a tree. Probably...... Did I climb up on my own? Jiang Zhilian forcibly explained, she paused, waved her hand and said, "It's not important!" The important thing is that the feeling of powerlessness makes me feel very useless and frustrated. ”

Zhu Baomei hugged her arms, touched her chin, and posed like a great immortal.

She raised two thick black eyebrows, looked at Jiang Zhilian, and asked, "That boy, is he dead?" ”

Jiang Zhilian froze suddenly, and her eyes didn't blink.

She struggled to remember, and after a moment, she shook her head vigorously and said in a determined tone: "No! He's not dead! ”

Without waiting for Zhu Baomei to answer, Jiang Zhilian said again: "As soon as he was in danger, I woke up in fright, I don't know what happened to him......

"When you wake up, there will be no back!" Zhu Baomei said matter-of-factly: "This shows that your little Meng is turning evil into good fortune!" You're worried, just wait for him to come back! What are you thinking about all day long, scare yourself and scare yourself! ”

"......" Jiang Zhilian didn't know what kind of expression to put on, "Aunt Baomei, did you hear it?" It's not Meng Qing, I didn't say it's Meng Qing......"

"Well, I know, it's not Meng Qing, it's a little boy! It's all the same! Zhu Baomei took Jiang Zhilian's hand and came all the way to her staff dormitory.

Without saying anything, she forcibly pressed the slender and pale little girl down on the bed, covered the quilt, and said loudly with a commanding tone: "Don't think about anything, close your eyes, and sleep!" If you don't sleep enough for six hours, you're not allowed to get up! ”

Jiang Zhilian struggled to get up, "I can't sleep, I'm not sleepy at all, I still have to go to see Meng Qing and his mother at night!" ”

"It's not too late to go back when you're full, I'll call you when it's time." Zhu Baomei pressed her shoulders with her big palms, Jiang Zhilian couldn't move, so she had to close her eyes obediently.

Zhu Baomei coaxed like a child, and gently patted Jiang Zhilian, "As the old saying goes, Jiren has his own natural appearance. Meng Qing is such a good child and has a good brain, how could something happen! You have to trust him, no matter how dangerous the situation is, he can find a way to escape. You tossed yourself sick, and it didn't do him any good. You are healthy and healthy, and you hope for his goodness, which is much better than your blind imagination......"

Zhu Baomei muttered like a monk, and said it several times in reverse. Later, there was really nothing more to say, so I sang a lullaby.

Don't look at her usual rough voice when she speaks, she sings with a hint of tenderness and a bit of femininity.

Jiang Zhilian was originally not sleepy, but when she listened to it, she was hypnotized.

Probably very tired, Zhu Baomei's bed was very soft. The comfortable and safe environment, the hints of the language, and the soft melody made her relax.

Jiang Zhilian fell into a deep sleep, slept for six hours, and didn't have any more nightmares.

"Aunt Baomei, you are really godly!" Jiang Zhilian rubbed her sleepy eyes, and her cheeks regained a little blood.

Zhu Baomei made a bowl of mushroom noodles and put it on the wooden stool next to the bed, "You eat some first." ”

Jiang Zhilian glanced at her watch, it was exactly five o'clock in the afternoon.

After eating noodles, I went to Meng Qing's house to make dinner for Qiao Ruiling, and it was still too late.

She didn't eat lunch, smelled the fragrant noodles, and she was really a little hungry.

"Thank you, Aunt Bao." Jiang Zhilian picked up the noodle bowl, picked up the chopsticks, and took a big sip.

Zhu Baomei smiled and asked, "Sleep okay, right?" ”

Jiang Zhilian nodded while snorting, "I slept very well, I didn't seem to have any dreams." ”

"It's really not good, you can sleep with me for the past two days." Zhu Baomei pointed to Liu Mei's bed next door, "Let Liu Mei go home and sleep, I'll accompany you here." Don't put the morning stall for the time being, it's not bad for a day or two. When you go back to your rental house, it's easy to think about it when you're alone. ”

Jiang Zhilian weighed for a moment and nodded.

Zhu Baomei saw that Jiang Zhilian was almost finished eating, and remembered something serious, "When you were sleeping, someone came and sent an invitation letter." ”

Jiang Zhilian raised her head and drank the noodle soup, revealing a trace of doubt, "What invitation?" ”

"Cui Shuguang asked someone to send it over, I heard it probably meant, let you go to the Qingxiang Canteen at twelve o'clock tomorrow at noon to have lunch with Cui Shuguang." Zhu Baomei said and took out a crumpled piece of hard paper from her trouser pocket and handed it to Jiang Zhilian.

She grinned embarrassedly, "At that time, I was working at the door, and I had no place to put it, so I folded it a few times and stuffed it in my pocket......"

Jiang Zhilian unfolded it and glanced at it, the bronzing font was beautifully designed. A crepe invitation, quite formal.

It's just a light meal, so grand?

Fortunately, she understands the atmosphere and grade of the Qingxiang Canteen, otherwise she would have doubted whether she would have to wear a dress to attend.

At noon the next day, Jiang Zhilian came to the Qingxiang Canteen more than ten minutes early.

Cui Shuguang arrived earlier and had already booked a box.

When Jiang Zhilian went up the stairs, she ran into Lin Qing, who she hadn't seen for a long time.

She greeted him in surprise, "Hey, you're here today!" ”

Lin Qing was rarely indifferent, he glanced at her, said "um" expressionlessly, and went downstairs with her.

Jiang Zhilian was stunned.

Hey? When did she offend Lin Qing?

How can this person be like two people before!

Look at her like an enemy.

When she went up to the second floor and saw a familiar waiter, Jiang Zhilian stepped forward and asked him, "Is Lin Xiang here?" ”

The waiter shook his head, "Sister Xiang hasn't come in the past few days." ”

Jiang Zhilian had a vague bad premonition, but she couldn't think of a reason for it for a while.

She had to put aside her doubts for the time being and go to the banquet first.