When the little goat raised his hand to turn off the light, he found that his palm was full of blood, and his other hand was also bloody.

What's going on? The little goat turns on the faucet to wash it to see if there is a hole on its hand, but it can be rinsed for a while, but the blood on the hand cannot be rubbed off, and the towel is not stained with blood when you wipe your hands.

Obviously, the bright red on his hands was not blood.

Could it be that I have touched the paint? The little goat wondered, but where did the paint come from? The little goat's eyes glanced at the small desk, and when he saw the book with all kinds of leaves, he suddenly wondered, yes, was it because I touched the maple leaf?

The little goat walked over, opened the book, and found the two white papers with the maple leaves, which were now bright red, and the little goat was surprised that the maple leaves had faded so much! He closed the book and thought to himself: Uncle Heng didn't remind me that the leaves had faded, so that I was like I had just killed a pig, and my hands were full of blood.

The little goat turned off the light, and gradually fell asleep in the snoring of Lang Si and Yang Shuheng.

Dreams, no one can escape, maybe you wake up the next day, feel that you haven't dreamed all night, in fact, you have forgotten what dreams you had last night, some dreams wake up and forget, some dreams, but they will be as if they really happened, remember the mind.

The little goat fell asleep, he felt that his whole body was relaxed, and at this time, the feeling of relaxation became light, he felt that his body was floating, flying in the air, the center of gravity changed back and forth, suddenly, fell somewhere, the little goat was in pain and wanted to open his eyes, but his eyelids seemed to be heavy as a thousand pounds, and he tried to open them, only to open them a little.

From this little crevice, the little goat saw that the day was already dawning, as if the place where he was sleeping was not in his own home, but in another completely strange place, and since his eyes could only be opened so little, anything he could see was particularly vague.

He could vaguely see that it was a room, with a large window in the wall, through which the sunlight lit up the whole room, and this room seemed to be a wooden house, full of wood, and his nose smelled some wood. In addition to the woody fragrance, there is also a fragrance, elegant, sweet, where does this fragrance come from?

The little goat was thinking, and he felt his hand being gently held by a pair of gentle hands, and he knew where the scent was coming from.

It turned out that there was a woman snuggled up to him, and the fragrance emanated from her body, and the reason why the little goat did not squint at her was because she had been buried in his chest, and at this time, she raised her head.

She seemed to be crying, and her appearance was impossible for the little goat to see, but the little goat knew that she must be very beautiful, as if it could be understood by the scent of her.

She spoke, her voice sounded so soft, but what she said, the little goat could not understand a word, it sounded, like the language of a few famous peoples, her tone was full of melancholy and sorrow, even if the little goat did not understand a word, but his heart seemed to understand, and became very painful, and he felt that he himself had shed tears.

She stopped talking, and there was a roaring horn outside the house, followed by a earth-shaking flow of people, listening to the crowd of tens of millions, and in the tens of millions of people shouted in unison like "Kill!" After that, the sound of running echoed in the world, the thunder and thunder war drums sounded, and the sound of fighting came from afar, the sword light and sword shadow were like in front of them, countless people fell, and countless people rushed up, which was very tragic.

How does this sound like the people of ancient times were at war! The little goat struggled to get up, but he couldn't move, he couldn't even open his eyes, he only felt the tears in his eyes, and the woman beside him kissed him gently.

The baby goat immediately fell silent.

He found that he was able to open his eyes, but when he opened his eyes to look, the wooden house was gone, and the scene had been changed to his home, his rental house, and at this time, it was dawn.

So I had a dream, huh? The little goat sat up, he slept in the same bed with Lang Si, Lang Si was still asleep, and Yang Shuheng on the sofa was gone.

The little goat hadn't fully recovered from his dream, and he was thinking, what about Uncle Heng? As soon as the door rang, I saw Yang Shuheng coming back early with it.

Yang Shuheng said: "Put it on the table early, I'm going to leave early today, you can sleep for a while if you want to, and when you wake up, you will eat hot early." ”

The little goat nodded.

Yang Shuheng turned around and was about to leave, when the little goat suddenly remembered that his hands were stained with maple leaves, and he hurriedly shouted: "Wait a minute, Uncle Heng!" ”

Yang Shuheng asked, "What's the matter, little goat?" ”

The little goat stretched out his hands and said, "You didn't tell me that the leaf was discolored, look at my hands." ”

Yang Shuheng frowned, walked over, bent down to look at the little goat's hand carefully, and asked, "Look at your hand?" What's wrong? More meat cocoons? ”

The little goat said, "Don't you see? Then he withdrew his hand and looked at it himself, oh my God, the blood on the palm of his hand was gone, "How can this be?" Uncle Heng, last night, my palms were all red, and this! ”

The little goat jumped down from the bed and flipped through the book that collected leaves, Yang Shuheng felt inexplicable and came over and asked, "What?" ”

What the little goat didn't expect was that the two pieces of paper with the blood-colored maple leaves changed from red back to white.

Yang Shuheng said: "This leaf? Oh, do you think that I gave you this leaf when I drank high yesterday, but it is not what you think, it is for you, you have a hobby of collecting leaves, I see that this leaf is pleasing to the eye, you must like it, so I picked it up. Oops, don't talk about it, I have to leave quickly, don't oversleep and be late for class! ”

Yang Shuheng hurriedly left.

The little goat couldn't figure out what was going on with last night's "bloody hand" for a while, and that dream, which was very strange.

Yang Shuheng arrived at the unit early, busy with some work matters, there is a case he once handled, the trial will be held in the next two days, and he needs to sort out some information.

After finishing his work, he found Feng Mengxin's phone, and he wanted to go to her home again to find some details. The phone rang, and Feng Mengxin said that if she wanted to come, she could only come after 7 o'clock in the afternoon, because she was still in school and would go home after school and dinner.

Yang Shuheng asked her if no relatives came to help take care of her, and Feng Mengxin said that there was no for the time being.

Yang Shuheng could only wait for Feng Mengxin to come home from school.

Time, say fast, fast. Unconsciously, it was seven o'clock in the afternoon, the weather was not very good today, cloudy, at this point in time, it was already very dark.

Yang Shuheng has been in Building 3 of the Nuanchun Community where Feng Mengxin lives for a long time, he is waiting for Feng Mengxin to come back, he looks at his watch, this Feng Mengxin, still can't see her shadow.

He called Feng Mengxin and kept beeping, but no one answered. He raised his head and looked at the third floor, and the outermost household was Feng Mengxin's house.

Yang Shuheng hadn't hung up the phone yet, his eyes suddenly widened, and he saw Feng Mengxin's house on the third floor, and the lights suddenly turned on, Yang Shuheng thought to himself, no, I have been guarding the door of this building, if Feng Mengxin comes back, I can't have not seen her, but her house lamp, why is it on?