Wen Yan was slightly stunned.

She didn't understand why Huo Yixiao asked that.

She looked at the person in front of her for a moment.

It's not that he has nothing to say, it's not that he asked casually, Huo Yixiao was asking her this question seriously.

This is what Wen Yan saw in Huo Yixiao's eyes.

"I ......" Wen Yan subconsciously spit out a word, but the following words didn't know where to start for a while, so she paused, thought for a while, and said, "Yes......"

Such an uncertain answer made Huo Yixiao stunned.

Before, when talking about various dreams, Wen Yan has always been determined, it will be like this, it will be like that, even if there is a guess in it, it is full of confidence and bias.

The little fox has hardly ever been so "erratic".

And Wen Yan, holding a piece of lily cake, slowly bites it, and then straightens out his thoughts.

She smiled and said, "Nervous must be nervous. The girl's family is out of the cabinet, even today, I know what kind of person I am marrying, and I am no longer satisfied with this marriage, but I will still be nervous. ”

Huo Yixiao's gaze lowered and landed on Wen Yan's fingers.

Of course he knew she was nervous.

The knuckles of the fingers are white.

Wen Yan continued: "So I think that I must be more nervous in my dream than I am now. I was so nervous that when I think about it now, I can only think of 'nervousness', and I can't remember the details at all. ”

Are your shoulders tense, where are your hands, and that day should have been hungry for a long time, and what did she fill her stomach with later......

I thought it was an extremely important day in her last life.

She will deeply remember everything, like her favorite caramel candy, wrapping it in beautiful candy wrappers one by one, and when she wants to taste it, she will untie the candy wrappers with anticipation and care, and those memories will fill her lips and teeth with that sweet smell, and merge with the taste in the memory.

In fact, she does remember a lot.

She remembered that Huo Yixiao's shoes were stained with broken osmanthus flowers, and when he picked up the hijab, he stood in front of her, and she lowered her eyes and just saw his shoulders;

She remembered that when she drank a glass of wine, the red candle burned a little, and when she looked up, she saw a drop of candle oil dripping down;

She remembered that Huo Yixiao was expressionless at that time, his dark eyes were deep, she couldn't see the depths, and she couldn't see the slightest emotion;

……

She clearly remembered so many trivial things, but just now, she couldn't remember the point that Huo Yixiao asked her.

At that time, she paid attention to Huo Yixiao, the bits and pieces in this house, not herself.

I was so nervous, so nervous that I was related to myself, and I neglected to do a clean job.

Thinking so, Wen Yan said so.

Huo Yixiao didn't interrupt Wen Yan's words, and heard her say that the osmanthus was broken and the red candle was said.

As he spoke, Wen Yan gradually relaxed, and the tension of the previous life and the tension of the previous life dispersed a little.

"Xiao Ye," she propped her cheeks, looked at Huo Yixiao, and asked, "Why did you think of asking this?" ”

Nervousness is a very broad emotion.

When asked, most of them are so nervous that their heads are blank, they can't speak, and they are at a loss.

But Huo Yixiao's point was very clear, and he said that his shoulders were tight.

It's as if he's seen it, and that's how he describes it.

Huo Yixiao's brows frowned slightly, and then quickly let go.

His fingers landed on the armrest, but they didn't move, and he considered his words, and finally spoke in the most straightforward way possible.

"I had a dream," Huo Yixiao finished speaking, and seeing Wen Yan's eyes widen in surprise, he said again, "It's not the same way as your dream." You say you've been dreaming for thirteen years, but I've only dreamed about a few images. ”

Rao was like this, Wen Yan was also stunned, and muttered: "Did Xiao Ye dream that when I was newly married, my shoulders were so nervous? ”

"Yes," Huo Yixiao said, "I dreamed, from the time I took the pick to the time I drank a glass of wine, it was a very short dream." ”

It's short but immersive enough.

He didn't feel anything absurd, exaggerated, headless and brainless related to dreams.

All he felt was reality.

It was so real that it made his heart tremble.

In the dream, his attention was all on Wen Yan, so now he wants to recall whether there is osmanthus on his shoes and what the red candle looks like, there is no possibility at all.

And Wen Yan felt the sound of a heartbeat that had passed through.

She didn't know how to explain Huo Yixiao's dream, did he dream of the previous life she had experienced?

But everything in that life was something that Huo Yixiao in front of him had not participated in, where did he start dreaming?

Yes, since she can go back to thirteen years ago, such incredible things have happened, so it is not surprising that Huo Yixiao can dream of some.

So, how much more can Huo Yixiao dream of?

When and what will the final process of that scene be presented in front of Huo Yixiao?

Wen Yan licked his lips and asked, "When did Xiao Ye dream about it?" ”

Huo Yixiao replied: "The night when the ingots were folded." ”

Wen Yan was stunned.

No wonder.

At that time, they folded ingots all night and said a lot of things, Huo Yixiao didn't mention a word about the wedding, but the next day, suddenly Changning Palace summoned Mrs. Gui and said that they wanted to discuss the marriage.

Now that I think about it, it is related to Huo Yixiao's dream.

"Xiao Ye has dreamed of other scenes?" Wen Yan asked again.

Huo Yixiao replied: "I dreamed of you and Mother Xing. When you returned to Lin'an, there were a few things that you didn't take away, and Xing's mother put them away for you. When you marry in Beijing, she will be sent to the house, and you will use it after all. ”

Wen Yan blinked, and in his impression, it seemed that there had been such a thing.

It's just that Huo Yixiao's description is not specific enough, and it is difficult for her to fall to a certain point.

searched all over her memory, Wen Yan didn't have the right number, so she put it down first, and said with a smile: "The next time Xiao Ye dreams of something, you must tell me, maybe what you dreamed of is really my dream." ”

Huo Yixiao snorted, put the tip of his tongue against his back molars, and said, "I don't want to dream about it." ”

When the words fell, Wen Yan didn't say anything, just laughed vigorously.

Huo Yixiao added a cup of tea by himself and drank it slowly.

In all fairness, Huo Yixiao still wanted to know about the things that Wen Yan had dreamed about and he didn't know.

Not just through Wen Yan's narration, but from another perspective.

The little fox's mouth is too much in one set, even if she talks about some heavy topics, she can "report good news but not bad news".

That worry can only be seen by himself.

But in the same way, the more I watched, the more frightened I became.

Such a real dream, she has been doing it for thirteen years.