The wide and soft (chuáng) mat did not give Meng Fusheng a sense of stability, on the contrary, the emptiness on both sides made her feel empty and uneasy.

When she was a child, her mother, Eddie, would hold her in her warm bore, gently smoothing her silky hair like a kitten, while telling her folk anecdotes.

After her mother left, she looked for warmth and solace in different men (shēn). She doesn't care who the person who hugged her from behind, as long as it can bring her warmth and a sense of fulfillment, it makes her feel like she is being held and needed again.

Meng Wei never cares about her erosive private life, as long as she doesn't make a big basket, she promises to be on call when she needs to fill up her good daughter's façade, whether Meng Fusheng is partying in a bar or running to find ducks, he will turn a blind eye.

However, Meng Fusheng knew that this apparent freedom was just a virtual illusion, and her every move was under Meng Wei's surveillance. Whenever she is in danger, the source of her troubles disappears silently. This kind of barrier that appears on the side (shēn) all the time makes her even more mad.

In this uneasy torment, the handsome criminal policeman with a sunny smile resurfaced in her mind. Unlike every boyfriend she has dated before, Bai Tianqing is like a glass of clear and transparent pure water, clean and pure. There is neither the mellow aroma of a veteran like coffee, nor the intoxicating fire of a playboy like a fine wine, nor the freshness and sweetness of a master's ripe juice.

But only its simple and pure taste makes people drink so crisp and refreshing, which can quench thirst without hurting (shēn).

Meng Fusheng squandered her physical strength in the jian (shēn) room at home, and returned to the bedroom to rummage through her mobile phone irritably, today her heart (qíng) is extremely bad, but Bai Tianqing has not sent her a message for a long time. At this moment, Meng Fusheng reacted, and every time he had communicated in the past two days, he was the first to provoke the topic. Angry, she threw her phone away

"It's obviously the old lady who wants to play with you, why do you do it like I went to catch up with the job!" The more Meng Fusheng thought about it, the more angry he became, since Li Yaozhan and Ma Wen had been dating, it really didn't go well. finally waited until Ma Wen died, and now a vivid statue was placed in his father's bedroom, which was really unspeakable.

And he finally got on a line with great effort, and the opposite side was still a stupid goose who only took three steps with one kick. Meng Fusheng grabbed the corner of the quilt and hid his whole body in the quilt, curled up in a ball and prepared to sleep. Through the silk, she heard the "ding" of her mobile phone, and knew that Bai Tianqing had sent a message.

The probe saw that the pendulum clock standing in the corner of the wall was exactly nine o'clock, and Bai Tianqing felt that chatting with herself was clocking in at work, and she couldn't help but laugh angrily at this behavior, if she hadn't sold Meng Wei earlier, she was afraid that this little criminal police would not have bothered to punch in. Meng Fusheng thought that he should also give Bai Tianqing a little color, but he retracted into the quilt and didn't hear it.

Not to mention that Bai Tianqing looked at the screen with a sad face and guessed why Meng Fusheng didn't reply to the message, for fear of cutting off the only remaining clue. Meng Fusheng was exhausted all day today, and uncharacteristically fell asleep early.

Like every night she slept alone (shēn) before, the nightmare that had been haunting her came uninvited again.

When he opened his eyes, Meng Fusheng found himself wearing a dirty dress and a pair of jade feet walking in the wilderness forest. The muddy and moist earth smelled of heather, and jet-black earth particles covered her feet. The trees on both sides writhed strangely, not a single leaf of jagged branches pierced the sky, and the deformed tree holes seemed to have their eye sockets gouged out and their huge mouths that wailed terribly.

The sky was gray, and as far as the eye could see, there was a lifeless gray. With every breath, you will feel the moist air pour the **, ulcerated, dirty, foul smell from the mouth and nose into the lungs, making everyone who smells it can't help but want to vomit. Meng Fusheng looked at his hands that were as thin as a baby, and walked indifferently in this dead world.

No matter how horrible the nightmare is, when you experience it a lot, you don't feel scary about it.

Meng Fusheng was not sure what age he was with this young (shēn) body in his dream, but he felt that every step was very difficult and difficult. Maybe it's because there are so many times in this dream, so much so that this terrifying picture scroll makes her feel a little familiar, and gives birth to a sense of leisure (qíng) to play and enjoy the scenery.

She had wondered if it was the same scene every time she dreamed of it. She was so sure that she had never been to such a strange and terrifying place since she was a child, and she had tried countless times in her dreams to remember the details and features of the trees and the pathways hidden in the depths.

However, every time she tried to be in vain, every time she woke up, the waves of memories quickly faded, erasing everything on the beach, leaving only vague fragments scattered in her mind like tiny shells.

The reason why a nightmare is called a nightmare is precisely because every time you dream about it, it can bring you no less shock and torture than the first time. Although countless reunions have made Meng Fusheng familiar with this dead and silent world, there are some things that cannot be familiar with the increase of the number of times.

On the contrary, they are like carefully brewed poisonous wine, the more intense and profound they become, and in the end, the fierce aroma of the wine reveals the old mud seal and erodes everyone who approaches it, tormenting Meng Fusheng's heart more and more violently every time.

Meng Fusheng didn't know whether she wanted to get close or escape, judging from the results, no matter which direction she went, she couldn't change the established ending, and she gradually accelerated her pace with anticipation and rejection. The speed at which her heart beat faster and faster as she went deeper made her unnaturally excited.

Soon, the scene that had been reproduced countless times appeared in front of her eyes again, and a woman with a disheveled hair appeared in her field of vision, running wildly into the distance, and Meng Fusheng also subconsciously chased after her. The two of them ran faster and faster, and heavy gasps echoed through the silent woods. Although Meng Fusheng knew that the result of chasing down was just a torture, she still couldn't help but chase after her, even if it was just to take a look.

The woman ran fast, but soon ran into a dead end, coming to a bottomless cliff. Meng Fusheng slowed down, slowly approached the woman, and said with a trembling voice

"Mom? Is that you, Mom? ”

Meng Fusheng knew that although the way the woman appeared was different every time, she would always end up trapping herself in a dead end. Sometimes it's a cabin in the woods, sometimes it's a valley, sometimes it's a pothole or a cliff like this one. And the next moment she found herself, she would pounce on her and choke her throat. Lifting his skinny self in the air, screaming to choke his throat, or burning, flooding, stabbing and so on.

In this nightmare, she and this woman staged such a scene again and again. At first, it was the woman who chased her, but when she accidentally found that the woman's face was strikingly similar to her mother Eddie, every time she entered this nightmare, Meng Fusheng took the initiative to find the other party.

In this cycle of killing and being killed, the face that resembles her mother Eddie is her only hope and consolation. When her gushing blood splattered the woman's (shēn) body, Meng Fusheng had a wonderful thought from the bottom of his heart that he had warmed his mother. If in this nightmare, her mother's wish is to kill herself, then she is very willing to fulfill her mother's wish, as long as it can be exchanged for her mother's moment, even if it is full of resentment, staring.

Of course, Meng Fusheng knew very well that even in a dream, this woman was by no means her mother, and she was deeply afraid of death even in her dream. It's just that in her heart, this is her substitution for Meng Wei's atonement and compensation for her mother.

Hearing Meng Fusheng's call, the woman on the edge of the cliff slowly turned her face to look at Meng Fusheng, and mechanically stretched out a pair of withered and pale hands to lift the long hair covering her forehead.

"Ahh You're not! Meng Fusheng was shocked to find that this time was different from the past, and the long hair that was lifted was not the face of Eddie she was familiar with, full of hatred. It is a beautiful face with a round and jade pearl and a clever smile.

The face was embedded in the thin, shēn body, as if it had been mismasked. And what frightened Meng Fusheng even more was that she was not unfamiliar with this face, it was Ma Wen's face!

Meng Fusheng did not hesitate to turn (shēn) and run, but his heavy legs could not lift his strength at all, and as soon as he turned (shēn), his knees fell to the ground. She gasped and stretched out a pair of thin hands and grabbed the damp and smelly sludge with her fingers, struggling to crawl forward. Before he could react, he felt an iron pincer-like palm tug at his shoulder, and pulled himself back with a hard tug.

After rolling on the ground several times before the general stopped (shēn) shape, Meng Fusheng couldn't care about the muddy (shēn), reached out to the ground and tried to get up, and opened his mouth to scold Ma Wen. As soon as she looked up, she happened to see Ma Wen standing straight in front of her, and before she could see the situation around her, Ma Wen reached out and gently pushed her forehead, and Meng Fusheng, who had not yet recovered his leveling, rolled down the cliff like a rotten log...

"Ahh Meng Fusheng screamed and woke up, and lifted the silk quilt that covered the whole (shēn). Only then did I realize that I had woken up from a nightmare.

The fine cold sweat seeped through the whole (shēn), making her whole body feel like she had been fished out of water, exuding a slight smell of pantothenic acid. The thick hair locked the sweat all over the scalp in it, and Meng Fusheng had to reach out and rè the hair that was tucked into the headband. The wind from the air conditioner caused the sweat to evaporate quickly, and the cold feeling filled the scalp, like a dead corpse's hand silently caressing her from the top of her head to her full (shēn).

Meng Fusheng quickly removed his clothes and rushed into the bathroom, washing away the sweat stains on his sweat. Maybe it's really (rì) thinking about something at night, she never thought that Tianma Wen's face would appear in her dream in this situation.

After rinsing away the sweat stains on the bath towel, Meng Fusheng pulled the bath towel and began to dry his body. Glancing at the toilet in the bathroom, she finally decided not to do it in the bathroom of her bedroom. It was already the middle of the night, and she casually wrapped her bath towel and walked to the bathroom in the hallway.

Tonight, in addition to himself, only Xiao'an, Zhang's mother and stepmother Sun Guo'er were left in the house, and Meng Fusheng didn't care about the problem of going out. Walking down the corridor with his slippers, he pressed the wall lamp and walked to the bathroom at the corner at the end.

The main staircase of the Meng Mansion leads to the second floor on the central axis of the mansion with a magnificent and luxurious decorative table, and then two staircases leading to the third floor like the two long whiskers of a dragon.

Meng Fusheng, who was walking to the bathroom at this moment, heard a regular sound of hard objects hitting the solid wood floor in the corridor from the stairs behind him, although it was not big, but it was particularly clear in the silent corridor in the middle of the night.

Meng Fusheng, who noticed something wrong, turned back suspiciously, and the next scene made her unforgettable!

Meng Fusheng thought that she had had enough of all the frightens she could bear today, but at this moment, the boundless fear still clenched her heart. She sat feebly against the wall and slowly slid to the ground, her heart roaring hoarsely as it was about to explode.

The muscles of the mud (shēn) muscles (ròu) were spasming wildly and irregularly, Meng Fusheng stretched out his hands and stopped his lower body, and with a violent contraction of the coccygeal muscle, he still couldn't stop a pungent (sāo) smell from spreading in the air...