Isn't that Ye Xingtong?

In the picture that suddenly flashed in Chen Wen's mind, the autumn wind was blowing, and Ye Xingtong's pupils were thicker than today's pedestrians. It doesn't seem to be a big fashion brand to wear, but after matching and wearing a chic scarf, Chen Wen still thinks she looks good.

And the place where the two of them were standing was here, or somewhere with a similar view nearby. Ye Xingtong was walking, and Chen Wenzheng behind her was taking pictures of her with his mobile phone.

He couldn't see what model the mobile phone in his hand was, he only saw Ye Xingtong in the shooting frame chasing a ginkgo biloba leaf that had just fallen, and picked it up with a light movement.

She held the leaf in her hand, pursed her lips as if she was feeling something, and then read a text that looked like a little poem.

"The sound of the wind / Is it your crying / Speaking of withering coolness / Falling bitterness / Let me help you return to the embrace of the soil / I would rather you only remember / The appearance of the past youth / And today's gorgeous ending."

After reading it, she held the leaf up to her eyes and smiled sweetly. It was also at the same time that Chen Wen pressed the shooting button.

……

When did this happen? Did it really happen?

Chen Wen and Ye Xingtong had just met after the Spring Festival, and it was impossible to enjoy the beautiful scenery of the ginkgo biloba together.

What makes him even more uncomfortable is that the uncontrollable dreams that have recently seemed to have spread to real life. In broad daylight, I think about it and other ...... Although a woman who looks the same as Ye Xingtong, she is shopping and taking pictures.

Especially when he just said in front of many witnesses that he wanted to marry Ye Xingtong. The picture that just appeared gave him a sense of guilt for being unfaithful to love.

He picked up his phone and hesitated.

What the hell was that scene just now? It can't be a dream, can it be a kind of imagination?

In the end, Chen Wen still did not record that conjecture into the program he used to record dreams. He hailed a taxi and drove to the mall in Wujiaochang to pick up a diamond ring. I hope I can make up for the guilt I just felt.

Fortunately, Ye Xingtong's finger is ready to have a beautiful diamond ring. Not only does it shine brightly under the special lighting of the counter, but after Chen Wen brings it home, it does not affect its brilliance with his own lighting. But before he could appreciate it, Nan Nan and Fang Chengyi took turns calling him, urging him to get together outside.

It turned out that it was Fang Chengyi who had a treat today, and he called the little girl in Nannan's clinic.

Can you shout moving? He only met these nurses yesterday, right? And his look today ......

But when Chen Wen arrived at the bar, the flickering lights and noisy music were no match for the shock brought to him by his partner's drag show.

In just half a day, Fang Chengyi completely changed his appearance. Clothes with metallic glitter, dyed hair and all combed upwards. If he was a bit of a college student or a teacher in the afternoon, now he's a dancing devil with a swaying body.

When Chen Wen walked to Nan Nan's side, Fang Chengyi, who was separated by a few positions, was surrounded by five girls from Nan Nan's clinic, and he was chatting with the most beautiful one of them.

"What did you just say your name was?"

"Li Yiliang."

"What?" Fang Chengyi pretended to hear clearly and put his ear in front of the little beauty's mouth.

"Li Yiliang!" Repeat it again aloud.

"I mean, I know you, I've seen you since you were very young."

The girls sitting around widened their eyes in disbelief.

"You didn't change your name when you met you."

"How is it possible, I haven't changed my name."

"Look at it, it's not good again." Fang Chengyi gestured a figure-eight shape with his hand, pointed to the little beauty in front of him and said, "You used to be called Tu Anjie." ”

Without waiting for the girls to question, he took the initiative to sing: "Tu Anjie is Li Yiliang." Tu Anjie is Li Yiliang. This Li Yiliang is iron, this Li Yiliang is a steel ......"

As a result, Chen Wen was the first to be amused by him. This also made Nan Nan notice Chen Wen's arrival. She sat Chen Wen next to her and ordered him a drink that didn't look like wine.

Chen Wen took a sip, looked at Fang Chengyi, who was still trapped in the flowers, and then said to Nan Nan: "I thought that girls nowadays wouldn't sing this song." ”

"How can it be, but anyone who has participated in military training will sing. Did you come out to play and report to your Ye Xingtong? ”

"Where am I playing, I'm here to accompany Xiaofang and you. And what about you, reported to your boyfriend? ”

Nan Nan pouted and shook his head: "He is only thinking about work and doesn't care about this." ”

After chatting for a while, Nan Nan became serious and told Chen Wen: "When I transcribed your records into my own system, I found a problem, there is a problem with your dream!" ”

"......" Chen Wen blinked, he was surprised that there was still a problem with the dream.

Nan Nan gently grabbed the wine glass in front of him, sniffed it in front of him, and then took a sip. Then he said, "You know what, creative dreams generally don't have a definite sense of smell or taste? Unless there is a strong smell influence in the sleep environment that becomes part of the dream. ”

"What do you mean?"

In other words, you can describe the stench of the white tofu in your dream in great detail, indicating that the stench is not made up by you. Was there a source of foul odor from where you slept last night? ”

"How is that possible!" Chen Wen recalled that he slept in a high-end suite in a five-star hotel yesterday, and he was still holding a ...... by his side He can only use the word "incense" to describe Ye Xingtong.

"Yes, you're right. Because you've dreamed of this foul thing seventeen times, if there is a source of the smell, I would wonder what the hell you live in. So, let's talk about another possibility. Nan Nan stared at Chen Wen and smiled thiefly, "In addition to creative dreams, there is also a form of dream, which is reminiscence dreams. That is, dreaming about something is completely reliving an event that you have experienced. In this case, all kinds of things, including smells, tastes, will have a definite impression. Chen Wen, the horror scene you dreamed of, the white stinky tofu, may all be real. ”

Chen Wen also stared straight at Nan Nan, but his mind was already in chaos in the deafening music.

Did you really drive on an elevated road on the left-hand side and be scared by a bloody hand and crash and fall down?

Have you ever seen that foul-smelling tofu or caterpillar?

That...... Myself...... Have you really taken pictures of other girls covering their eyes with leaves?

So half-intentionally, half-inadvertently, he drank a little more today. If the roaring rhythm and alcohol smell in this place can be a little stronger, a little stronger, and affect today's dreams as Dr. Nan said, wouldn't there be no need to have nightmares......

But he was wrong.