Sitting on the recliner by the window, Su Mofeng slowly lay down.

The moonlight shines on the pool outside the window, refracting through the glass on the window onto the ceiling, forming speckled patches of crystalline color.

He seemed to have become accustomed to the suffocating sensation that the nightmare gave him, and he was numb even if it hurt again.

His eyes were sloppy and he looked at the beautiful scenery of the unity of heaven and sea in front of him, like a jade statue, like an empty shell that had lost its soul, motionless, and the melancholy and sentimentality between his eyebrows also seemed so natural.

The blue sea seems to be pulled by the wind, and waves are rolled up on the sea level to crash against the reef and crash into the beach.

The bright moonlight against the surface of the sea is like ice crystals floating and falling in winter.

It was quiet, it roared, majestic and vast, and the narrow, crowded, noisy city was all cast out of the clouds.

Every time he admires the sea, blowing the cold and wet sea breeze and listening to the sound of the waves crashing, he can feel comfortable.

I don't know how long later, the song he knew best - Song From A Secret Garden faintly heard in the distance.

He slowly opened his eyes, and the brown pupils under his thick eyelashes were lightened in color by the moonlight.

Slowly getting up, he walked to the balcony, his hands on the railing, and listened.

The beautiful and graceful melody made him gradually fall into a meandering situation, as if he had forgotten the pain from the wound on his foot wrapped in gauze.

A gust of sea breeze blew in his face, and although it was a bit biting, he inhaled with pleasure, and seemed to like the taste of the sea.

The melodious sound of the song lingered in his ears, and memories began to fill his mind again......

Her voice and smile seemed to be right in front of him, and the corners of his mouth unconsciously rose to a beautiful angle.

"Mo'er."

Sunira walked up to him, draped her coat over him, and couldn't help but reproach, "It's not for you to have a good rest, why is the cold wind blowing here and wearing so little!" ”

He lowered his eyes and was silent.

She lowered her head and bit her lip, hesitating how to relay his illness and return to China to him.

"Auntie."

"Huh?"

"I want to go home."

Although he just said lightly, it made her nose sour and her heart was faintly pinched.

It turned out that he knew all about it and guessed her decision.

She restrained her emotions, pulled the corners of her mouth and said, "Okay." ”

"Auntie......"

"Huh?"

"Don't be upset."

She looked up at him, and in the backlight, his side face was well-defined, so beautiful that it was distressing.

God is really unfair, why is such a kind and excellent child suffering such a thing.

"Don't blame yourself."

He looked at the sometimes phosphorescent sea in the distance, and his tone was soft and flat, "I will try to face it, forget the past, and live well." ”

Although it was hard for him to forget the pain, the nightmares haunted him day and night like a devil, and nightmares after nightmares made him almost break down.

But in order to reassure her, he could only say this.

She turned her face away, biting her lip, unable to hold back her tears any longer, and pressed her chest tightly.

For ten years, she took care of three children.

Her own nephew, although she is in the worst health and the least talkative, is also the most sensible and obedient, and the most reassuring.

How could she not know how cruel it was for him to face these nightmarish facts.

She grabbed his hand and rubbed his palm, how she wished she could bear it for him.

Kind people should not end up like this.

Early in the morning, Su Mofeng entered the fitness room on the first floor after breakfast, put on boxing gloves, and made sandbags.

I don't know how long it took, two slender figures in pajamas appeared outside the door.

"Tut-tut~ It looks like he didn't sleep well last night!"

A boy with a smoky gray tin foil on his head, one hand on the door frame, yawning lazily.

"Hmm."

The mild-looking boy next to him lifted the black-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose and nodded approvingly.

Listening to the sound of boxing in the fitness room, the tin foil hot man said again: "Didn't you say that you had some heart disease?" Why are you still playing so aggressively? ”

"He's caused by depression, what do you think can stimulate him besides dreaming?"

"Isn't it just a car accident? As for being afraid of ten years? ”

"Smack!"

The man in glasses was just about to remind him of his words when a thump came from inside.

I saw Su Mofeng standing up straight, looking back at the tin foil hot man with an expressionless face and saying, "Want to make a human sandbag?" ”

The two of them were stunned, did they have a good ear? You can hear it!

The tinfoil hot man then looked at the ceiling and turned around, when he hadn't come.

"What is the use of practicing every day?"

"Tell me like you haven't practiced."

"The point is, he's so stupid that someone stabbed him!"

The man in glasses snorted amusedly and said disdainfully, "I've never seen someone as brazen as you!" It's obvious that you don't have the ability to do it yourself, pretending to be a hero to save the United States, if he hadn't blocked that knife for you, you would still be lying in the hospital now! ”

"Huh~" The tinfoil hot man rolled his eyes in disbelief, "It's really boring to chat with you!" ”

As he spoke, he strode into the living room and instructed the servant in fluent spoken English: "Maisha, is my breakfast ready?" ”

"That's it! Yu! Maisha, the maid, put down the breakfast for the two of them and shouted again, "Come and eat!" ”

"Okay."