Sister-in-law Liu said: "Old lady, the second young master is indeed different from before since he was injured, but he didn't like to laugh much before, besides, his ears were so seriously injured that he was inevitably depressed. ”

  Grandma Sheng sighed: "I've always thought so, but I don't know if it's an illusion, when this Shen listened to me in front of me, I felt like it was heavy before." ”

  "It seems that the old lady really likes this child, but it's a pity, it's not the eldest young master."

  "Do you think the appraisal will go wrong?"

  "Probably not, Doctor Hao, old lady can't believe it?"

  "It's just that I can trust it, and I always feel sorry."

  ……

  This night, Shen Ting and Sheng Jiashen both dreamed at the same time, Shen Ting dreamed of Ye Jing, and the dream was intermittent, very weird, at first he dreamed that he saw her coming out of the hospital, her face was pale, and her body was weak as if she would fall down if she moved again.

  He heard her say to him in a completely cold, unfamiliar voice, that since we were going to separate, we had broken it cleanly, and that she had already struck the child.

  Then, for some reason, a bloody shadow suddenly appeared in front of his eyes, blurring his entire vision, rushing towards his face, making him almost breathless, he struggled, but the picture in front of him suddenly turned into another one.

  He saw Ye Jing, alone with a little boy, sending the little boy to school, facing a group of strange children, those children chattered and laughed, pointed to the little boy and said that he had no father......

  Shen Ting's breathing became heavier, and this image made him seem to see himself, all the nightmares he had experienced were repeated in this little boy, and he was almost dizzy.

  When he woke up suddenly, he sat up with his chest clutched, gasping for breath, the room was dark, he was used to pulling all the curtains tight, and turning off all the lights when he slept.

  At this moment, he couldn't even see his own hands, but he felt himself break out in a cold sweat.

  He was silent in the darkness, slowly covering his face.

  Those dreams were so real that no matter what the outcome was, they stirred his heart fiercely.

  Why is this happening?

  Why did he do Sheng Jiashen, he still couldn't get what he wanted, why was he still so unhappy.

  ……

  In the other room, the bedside light was on, and there was a person lying on the bed, and the light on did not affect his sleep at all, but such a soft halo could make him feel at ease.

  Sheng Jiashen didn't know how this habit was formed, and when he found out, he had already naturally turned on the light and went to sleep.

  Turning off the lights, in the dark, always made him feel suffocated.

  He lay down in a standard position, his eyes closed, his eyelashes covered his eyelids, and under his closed eyes, there was a tall nose, his lips twisted slightly, and he unconsciously called out a name.

  In the dream, Sheng Jiashen seemed to have entered a fantasy world that did not belong to him.

  In the dream, he was looking at a tablet with a girl group singing and dancing on it, and four young and beautiful girls were standing in their respective positions, singing and dancing their own parts, and his eyes were fixed on the girl with the most beautiful hair and the most beautiful looks.

  Someone around him was vaguely complaining about something, Sheng Jia didn't pay attention, so he listened to the songs one by one.

  Then he got up and pushed open a door, and the picture in front of him changed in a flash of white light......