He had a dream, a very short, real dream, so real that he thought everything was fake.

He dreamed that Brother Ene had returned.

He dreamed of the master, of the mountain, of the little house.

The master took Brother Ene's hand and came to find him home, but ...... But he would not go back.

"I'm not leaving...... I'm not leaving......"

"I'm not leaving......"

"Brother Ene, don't cry......"

The young man squatted beside the sofa, looking at the drunkard who had nightmares and kept talking in his dreams, and when he saw his frightened face, his heart also became uncomfortable.

Brother Ene?

This name, it seems to have been heard somewhere.

Who is this person and why everything about him feels familiar to him.

"Wake up."

"Wake up, drunkard?"

Someone pushed him on the shoulder, and the drunkard woke up suddenly, opened his eyes, and saw Tsing Yi.

He looked at him so fixedly that his soul seemed to be lost in a dream.

"Are you sleepy? When the noodles are cooked, let's go to sleep after eating. ”

The drunkard looked at Tsing Yi and thought of the dream just now, and he couldn't tell what it was like.

Because he hadn't dreamed of Brother Ene and his master for a long, long time, so long that he almost couldn't remember his master's face, but just now, he dreamed that they came to take him home.

Go home?

The drunkard knows what this homecoming means.

They didn't come to take him home, they came to pick him up......

"What's wrong?"

Tsing Yi looked at the drunkard who was staring at him stunned, and tears gradually gathered in his eyes, which was a little strange.

"I ...... Had nightmares. The drunkard's eyes were fixed on Tsing Yi, for fear that he would disappear from his eyes.

"When you're such an adult, why are you still afraid of nightmares?" Tsing Yi smiled and said in a comforting tone.

But this comfort not only did not work, but also aroused the despair, fear and helplessness in the drunkard's heart.

His eyes were red, and he choked up and said aggrievedly: "...... I dreamed that you didn't want me anymore. ”

Tsing Yi was stunned for a moment, feeling that something was wrong with the drunkard tonight.

But what was wrong, he couldn't tell.

"Dreams are all reversed."

Although he didn't know what happened to him today, Tsing Yi still smiled and comforted.

It turned out that for him, he didn't want him, it was a nightmare.

Tsing Yi was very happy in his heart.

Does this mean that he cares about him very much?

"Don't think about it, go wash your hands and eat."

“…… Well. ”

The drunkard got up, dragged his tired body into the bathroom, and washed his face.

Looking up, he looked up at his pale face in the mirror, and the drunkard's hand on the edge of the sink clenched.

The drunkard adjusted his mood, washed his hands, and went out to eat.

Tsing Yi opened all the dishes that had been packed back.

"It looks pretty good, how about tasting it, this pepper seems to be a little too much."

"Hmm." The drunkard was so preoccupied that he picked up his chopsticks and put some food in his mouth and ate it, without even paying attention to what he was eating.

"Eh, this is ......"

Tsing Yi just wanted to remind him, but saw that the drunkard ate the dish without doing anything.

Tsing Yi looked at the dish, then at the drunkard, and picked up the chopsticks and tasted a little bit in some confusion.

Then he frowned.

It's spicy.

"Isn't it spicy?"

The drunkard doesn't eat much spicy food, and he told the waiter to put less chili peppers, but when he opened it, it was obvious that the dish was going to be wasted.

When the absent-minded drunkard heard Tsing Yi's words, he realized what he had eaten.

“…… It's okay, it's not very spicy either. ”

"When did you get so spicy?"