What would you do if what you thought was actually a dream?

In the afternoon, it was already raining outside the window, and the color was so gloomy that the curtains were not drawn, and the room was dim and depressing.

[The recording file has arrived, executor, do you want to listen to it now?] ］

"Yes," Fu Fu put his hands behind his head, looked at the progress bar of the recording file on the 1973 panel, and listened nervously.

But don't let her record be wrong.

She doesn't like to work hard, but that doesn't mean she doesn't have constraints on herself.

It's okay to be content with the status quo, but everyone can't be too poor.

Entrusted Rao's voice was a little excited, and from time to time it was accompanied by a few roars, "I'm not in good health, I have a heart condition, and I haven't seen the outside world before I was eighteen years old!" ”

"I only have memories of the manor, only the manor!!"

It was only when she talked about Licheng that her voice slowly softened and restored the peace she had been.

"It's good that he was picked up by his grandmother and brought home, otherwise it would be so cold, how pitiful he would be frozen outside..."

“… I had a heart attack before, and just before I was about to go and find a confession, I had a heart attack and was admitted to the hospital. I thought I would be alive that time, but I didn't."

“… He also opened a flower shop that sold my sunflowers, which he had done to me before, and he wanted me to be like a sunflower, warm and sunny..."

After listening to a recording that lasted for more than three hours at 1.25 times the speed, Fu Wei's original heart suddenly fell to the ground, not her problem.

The recording file is the same as that recorded by Fu Hui's information, without the slightest deviation, if you have to find something wrong, it is probably that Fu Hui's information does not record as many Shakespearean passages as the client.

"I'll just do it, it can't be my problem, I don't like those pretentious clients very much, but my work attitude is excellent," Fu Wei, who had cleared his grievances, began to brag about himself, only in 1973 weakly complained.

Her work attitude is first-class, but the service attitude... Hehehe, from so many complaints, you know that it is good or bad.

According to incomplete statistics in 1973, in the reception of the commission Rao for more than three hours, Fu Hao's few words, none of which did not contain swearing.

True Interstellar Secretion is a person.

[Then now it's a matter of entrusting Rao, it's just that her other liars are forgotten, why is it not even true how she died?] ］

The other 1973 were barely able to accept that the client's false statements in the Interstellar Alliance were few, but not none, but never had anyone even lied about the cause of death.

So they're a first?

"I don't know, let's go to Aunt Jin tomorrow, maybe we can have a little clue," Fu Yu yawned again while lying down, leaving all his troubles behind, and slowly fell asleep again.

In her dream, she met the client and found that the client was sitting on a merry-go-round with Licheng, and the two of them were still holding a cone in their hands.

Then the screen turned, and she became the client.

She sat on the balcony of her room, her legs moving up and down in the air at odd speed, and then she took out a knife out of nowhere and slashed it on her arm, and the space opposite seemed to be a mirror. The face of the person who looked like her inside was covered with blood, and the face was getting closer and closer to her, until it touched the tip of her nose and slowly stopped, Fu Mo wanted to retreat, but her whole body was under a spell and she couldn't move.

The face shook from side to side, the tip of the nose rubbed around, and then the mouth of that face suddenly opened and bit at her.

"Ahh Fu Wei sat up from the bed suddenly, gasping for air, and his whole body was still trembling slightly.

That dream...

"Luo Sheng, what's wrong with you," Licheng opened the door in a panic.

Fortunately, Fu Mo didn't lock it, Fu Hao's scream just now was very loud, the sound insulation of the old house was not good, Fu Mo screamed, don't let him be in the kitchen, even in the living room, you can hear the miserable and frightened sword

The door was suddenly opened, Fu Wei was stunned again, and when she saw clearly that the person who came was Licheng, her heart slowly calmed down.

Licheng sat on the edge of the bed, took her in his arms, and patted her back gently and slowly, "It's okay, it's okay." ”

After Fu Mo slowly calmed down in his arms, he said softly to Fu Tao: "Dreams and reality are opposites, my grandfather used to do how scary dreams are, and how good life will be when I wake up, so I am looking for ways everywhere to have the most terrible nightmare." ”

"And then?" Fu Mo pressed his chest, that dream was too unbelievable, was it really that simple?

"After that, I didn't have nightmares at all, and life was like that, not good or bad. It wasn't until my grandfather died that I realized that when I was looking for a way to have nightmares, my grandfather was looking for a way to calm my nerves. ”

Some people's love for you is like this, they give it silently, they don't need you to see it, they don't need you to thank it, as long as you live well.

is like Licheng's grandfather, as well as Luo's father and Luo's mother to Xiao Xiao.

"Licheng."

waited until the two of them were in a relaxed mood before Fu Hui opened his mouth and called him, "I want to go to see Aunt Jin, but I don't want to go to the bookstore." ”

And you don't want to stay with me.

Licheng rested his chin on top of her head and nodded slightly.

Everyone has their own inconsistencies, he is worried about Fu Xuan, but he can't help but give her enough personal space.

"Then I'll accompany you to the hospital to get the examination report first, and then send you to the prison, and then I'll go to the bookstore?"

Fu Wei licked her peeled lips, took a deep breath and smiled, "Okay, then I'll trouble you." ”

"But you've got to let me go now, I want to go and drink milk."

"No, it's time to eat, let's have soup."

"Good..."

…

When Fu Mo and Licheng came to the hospital again, the two of them were in a much lighter mood than yesterday.

Yesterday's examination results showed that Fu Mo did not have a heart attack, and they all felt that Fu Hui's heart disease was all a lie to her by Luo's father and Luo's mother or Aunt Jin, and it was just an excuse for her not to go out.

It can't be true.

But where would Fu Mo give up this good opportunity to flirt, although the last time she studied in Licheng was to marry her in the future, but the two have not pierced the layer of window paper, and it is always unjustifiable.

As soon as Fu Mo took the Holter electrocardiogram on his body, he sat in a row with Licheng, ready to wait for the results of the examination.

She poked Licheng beside her and asked him worriedly, "What if I really have it?" Will you not marry me in the future? ”

Licheng grabbed her hand and patted it gently in his palm, "No, I will definitely marry you." ”

Looking at Fu Wei's eyes, his eyes were full of affection and firmness.

She ignited herself like a prairie fire, and burned with him.

If he loses her, how can he burn without fire.