Du Wenqing was happy, he couldn't help but rub the hair of the fried child, which caused Xiao Jia's angry glare, Du Wenqing didn't care, and said happily: "When I first saw you, I thought that although you were younger, you were quite mature and stable, like a person I knew, and now I found out that you are just a little kid who hasn't grown any hair~"

"It's you who are so annoying!" Xiao Jia replied to him angrily.

"Don't tease you, seriously, didn't you notice that your family can't see me?" Du Wenqing said to him mysteriously, and the expression on his face became quite serious.

"Found it, what's going on?" Xiao Jia asked him, and his expression became serious.

This instant change of attitude made Du Wenqing a little surprised, and he suddenly understood something: although Xiao Jia is still a little immature now, in time, he will definitely become the dragon and phoenix among people, which explains why someone would choose him as the target.

Yes, Du Wenqing knew from the beginning that Xiao Jia was by no means accidentally asleep, he understood at the first glance when he saw Xiao Jia, he fell into a deep sleep after falling into a deep sleep after falling into someone else's spell. Du Wenqing couldn't figure out the purpose of the caster, but he knew that letting Xiao Jia fall into a deep sleep was the first link in the man's plan, and then his own arrival was the beginning of all plans. He remembered what Master had said: If you want to solve the puzzle, you must first become a person in the game, which is the quickest and easiest way, but it is also the most dangerous way. And the biggest reliance on your own choice is to rinse away...

What did that man want? Du Wenqing thought attentively.

Xiao Jia waited for a long time and didn't hear Du Wenqing's answer, only to find that he was distracted, which made him angry, and shouted at Du Wenqing: "Hey! ”

Before Du Wenqing could say anything, he heard Xiaojia's mother's voice: "What happened?" Xiao Jia hurriedly rushed to the door and replied, "It's okay, I'm talking to myself." Xiaojia's mother didn't suspect him, so she didn't ask anything else.

Xiao Jia let out a sigh, and then turned to Du Wenqing, and was just about to get angry with him, when he heard Du Wenqing say: "I was just thinking about things, about you." ”

"About me? What nonsense are you thinking about again? ”

Du Wenqing flicked his brain, and listened to Xiao Jia's painful cry with some satisfaction: "Children, don't be big or small, I have already said it, you are in a dream, and I was forcibly inserted into your dream from the outside, that is to say, I am not the aboriginal of your dream world, except for you, others naturally can't see me, and they can't touch me." He put his hands on Xiao Jia's shoulders, bent down slightly to look him in the eyes, and said seriously: "I came here for you."

Such serious words made Xiao Jia a little confused, no one had ever said what happened because of him, and the person who said this was someone he had always hated. Xiao Jia lowered his head, his eyes were a little dodgy, and he heard Du Wenqing continue: "So, will you go back with me?" ”

Xiao Jiaqi, co-author still has to blame him. Xiao Jia patted the hand off her shoulder and walked to the desk to turn on the computer.

"What are you doing?" Du Wenqing came over.

Xiao Jia ignored him, opened a website casually, browsed a few times, and sighed helplessly.

Du Wenqing looked at Xiao Jia, and then came to the computer to look, only to find that Xiao Jia was reading a novel, to be precise, he was reading a book review, Du Wenqing looked at the interface with a book review of 0 and browsed to 0 and asked Xiao Jia: "This is?" ”

Xiao Jia sighed, dragged the mouse to the top, clicked on the title of the book "Luohe" and said: "This is a novel I wrote, it has been updated a lot, and no one reads it..."

Du Wenqing looked at the sad child in front of him who was about to cry, and rubbed his messy hair again, so angry that Xiaojia was about to hit him with a mouse.

"Is it worth being so sad that no one reads the story of a novel? If you want me to see, this is a loss that there is no comment, what if this is all scolding you? Du Wenqing teased him.

"Of course, it's sad, I wrote my story because I wanted to share it with others, whether it was good or bad, I wanted to get it, because then I could know that my story was also read by someone... For the author, the book he wrote is his world, and he doesn't want the protagonist's life to be lonely, not even a spectator..."