Chapter 72: Incompetent dragging

Ma Wenjing smiled miserably and said, "Sister, thank you." ā€

"Huh? This is actually ...... "I want to say no thanks, but I haven't finished it yet.

Ma Wenjing said again: "I wish her happiness." ā€

"What?!" I was shocked, and I intuitively felt that Ma Wenjing was going to give up on Zhong Ling.

I feel very uncomfortable in my heart, I feel like a pair of true love mandarin ducks have been broken up, I want to say something, I want Ma Wenjing to work harder.

But I can't be Zhong Ling's master, and I can't guarantee that Zhong Ling and Ma Wenjing will be happy together.

Alas, it's better not to say anything.

But I still feel sorry in my heart.

Ma Wenjing didn't speak, just smiled bitterly at me, turned around and left.

I stood there and looked at his departing back, feeling so bitter and lonely.

At this time, I didn't know that Ma Wenjing gave up Zhong Ling because he saw Zhong Ling and Mo Bai together, and because he was sick in front of his aunt and heard his aunt's words.

I thought he only gave up because of his body.

I stood there for a while, then took another cup and poured a glass of water, ready to bring it to Zhong Ling to drink.

In this way, Zhong Ling woke up and saw me going back from outside, and I had an explanation.

But when I went up with two glasses of water, Zhong Ling hadn't woken up yet.

I felt a little strange, walked over to take a look, and saw Zhong Ling burying her face in the pillow, so I turned her face out, and saw that her eyebrows were frowning and her head was covered with sweat.

"Zhong Ling, Zhong Ling......" I shook Zhong Ling a few times, but Zhong Ling did not react.

I knew that she was trapped by the dream, so I hurriedly helped her up, blocked her with my legs, used her as a backrest, grabbed her left wrist with my left hand, and held her right hand with ten fingers of her left hand, and turned it up with force.

"Click!" Zhong Ling and I clicked our wrists at the same time.

Zhong Ling woke up from her dream gasping for breath, her eyes blurred.

Seeing this, I took her left hand again and quickly flipped it down.

"Ahh Zhong Ling screamed in pain, woke up completely, rubbed her wrist and screamed, "Ahhh Sister, what have you done to me? ā€

I didn't answer her question, I lifted her chin and made her look at me: "What did you dream about?" ā€

"I ......" Zhong Ling's eyes rolled for a moment, and then she remembered something, her face changed greatly, patted the pillow next to her, and looked at me incredulously: "Sister, I have a nightmare!" I'm having nightmares! ā€

Zhong Ling often had messy dreams when she was a child, and her aunt opened her mood, and since then she has stopped dreaming, let alone nightmares.

That's why she found it incredible.

So, as soon as I saw her trapped in a dream, I directly used the way my aunt taught me to wake her up from her dream.

"I know, what dream?"

"I dreamed that we were walking downstairs in your university dormitory, and there was a street where many students set up stalls and sold things. But in the dream, there were two beautiful girls who were stacking paper money. I told you that they were ghosts, and you had to believe them, and you had to buy their things. Then ......"

Speaking of this, Zhong Ling shook her head, tried to think about it for a while, and said, "Then I don't remember, I just remember that I was very tired and uncomfortable." I'm glad you woke me up, otherwise I would have felt like I would have died in my dreams. ā€

Zhong Ling suddenly grabbed my hand and said with some fear: "Sister, I haven't dreamed for more than ten years, and I suddenly had a nightmare, is it that I have done too much bad things recently?" God can't stand it? ā€

"What did you do to the detriment?" I asked.

Zhong Ling said: "That old man." I—I trampled on his grave, not intentionally, even though I wasn't digging his grave, but I broke his grave, and that's not good. ā€

"And I don't have a good attitude, I should have had a better attitude. However, if I had to do it all over again, I would do it again. ā€

At the end, Zhong Ling stubbornly added.

I listened, laughed a lot, patted her hand and said, "It's good if you think it's right." My aunt said that we who hunt ghosts must have our own persistence and righteousness, so that we can catch ghosts and not be confused by ghosts. You have nightmares, it has nothing to do with the old man, it may be ......"

I thought for a moment and said, "I don't know why you're having nightmares, but you've got to be careful lately and don't take on any more missions." Even if you can't help but want to make money and take me with you, I'm with Mo Xuan now, and no ghost will come to arrest me. ā€

"Yo! It's different to have a boyfriend, and I have enough confidence to speak. Zhong Ling said in a deliberately weird way.

I pushed her, "Get down to business, next time you dream again, you must remember that I am a ghost, my ability to recognize ghosts is stronger than yours, I can ...... at a glance"

I wanted to say that I could recognize the ghost at a glance, but I suddenly remembered that I saw Mo Bai twice, but I didn't recognize him as a ghost, and I thought about asking Mo Xuan what was going on, so I changed my words: "It's impossible for me to see a ghost, and I still treat him as a human." When you remember this, you know that you are dreaming, and you can wake up. ā€

"Where did you dream of this?" Zhong Ling felt embarrassed.

I squeezed her hand and said, "No, you have to remember." I'm not going to be happy, you have to rely on your own mind and break your dreams. Otherwise, if I'm not there for you, or I won't be able to find out in time that you're trapped in a dream, it's bad. ā€

"Okay, good, I remember, I remember. I recite it a hundred, a thousand times a day, okay? However, the next time I dream, I won't necessarily have such a dream. ā€

"Yes, trust me." I put my hand on Zhong Ling's shoulder, "You had nightmares when you were a child, and ten out of ten times you dreamed about me, and I was deceived by ghosts, and I was confused by ghosts." In your dreams, I'm just powerless and dragging. ā€

"Haha, really?" Zhong Ling laughed, "I only remember that I often had nightmares when I was a child, and as for what I dreamed of, I don't remember." ā€

"It's okay if I don't remember, so I don't think I'm too incompetent. Go brush your teeth and wash your face, a mouthful. I pushed Zhong Ling away and said disgustedly.

Zhong Ling said in disbelief: "Where is it?" ā€

As he spoke, he sighed at me twice before smiling and brushing his teeth and washing his face.

I looked at her bouncing figure, and thought to myself that she was not interested in Ma Wenjing now anyway, so I wouldn't tell her what Ma Wenjing told me to wish her happiness.

Zhong Ling washed up, stuffed her small backpack or something into the suitcase, pulled the suitcase and left.

I stopped and said, "What are you doing?" Is this leaving? ā€

"Or else? Said okay, leave early in the morning. Zhong Ling pushed me away, "Sister, I made another profit, please come to the house for breakfast." ā€

One is a famous breakfast shop in the city of Yang, the name is a breakfast shop, there are many delicious porridge, side dishes, small buns and so on, the price is not cheap.

But the taste is excellent, so there is an endless stream of customers, and business is very hot.

Catch up with Saturdays, Sundays, and holidays, go late, and still can't eat.

"But what do you tell them? They'll definitely leave us for breakfast. ā€

"I have a way, don't worry." Zhong Ling pulled me out the door.

When we went out, we met Ma Wenjing's mother, who came to ask us to go down for breakfast.