"If between you, it really will never be possible, you tell him early and don't delay his time. If he still treats you like this after opening up, you don't have to take a chance.

As you said, liking Shen Hua and Shen Hua accepting you are two different things. Song Mingzhe is good to you, and whether you accept him or not is also a different matter. ”

I patted her hand and told her to relax and not fall into the mistaken trap of thinking.

She jumped up excitedly, "It's Li'er." ”

Hurriedly jumped out of bed to open the door, opened the door, "I made it clear to him and waited for my news." ”

Before she could react, she flew out like a gust of wind.

I chuckled and shook my head, still a child.

I opened the drawer next to the bed, and my bag lay quietly inside.

Pulled out the satchel, took out a codebook from it, entered the password, and the book was densely written with fly-headed letters.

It records the scenes and frequency of dreams, down to the appearance and clothing of the people you meet, every word you say, and every scenery you see.

My fingers slid over those handwritings, and since I was with Shen Ming, the rare things around me have happened one after another, and each time it is more and more thrilling.

There is always a hunch that what is happening around me is not accidental, but a pair of invisible hands operating behind my back, and these hands may be a person, a mysterious organization, or nothing, but it just happens that God has arranged it this way.

There are scenes that cannot be described in words, and they are drawn directly, and the pale brushstrokes cannot express one-ten-thousandth of its beauty.

Many times, when I wake up, the picture in the dream is blurred, and when I close my eyes, I can draw everything completely with the image, such as the lines on my clothes and the placement of things on the coffee table.

When you open your eyes, you will startle yourself, staring blankly at the brush and the ledger.

It's like living in those places for tens of millions of years, and the scenery there has been deep in my bones and integrated into my flesh and blood.

The more this is the case, the more I want to know why.

What do my frequent dreams have to do with me...... Is there really a past and present life in this world?

Every time I think about this, I can't help laughing, how can we, who have been atheists since childhood, believe in the idea of reincarnation?

The eyelid on my hand hurt again, and I curled up in the bed, bent my knees, and the ledger rested on my lap, carefully examining it.

Among the dreams, the most frequent occurrence is the grand wedding, at the beginning of which I had the same dream for a whole month.

The "she" in the dream was pierced through the heart with a sword, I covered the position of the heart with my hand, the heart beat unnaturally faster, and the first encounter saw that the dream was a little more real than reality.

My fingers flipped through the notebook, and my memories slowly returned.

Suddenly, I looked at the words twice, and found that the dreams that happened after that were not traceless were not traceless.

It turned out to be centered on the big wedding, extending back and forth.

The attack on my hand hurt my forehead with cold sweat, and the things in my dreams were not what I should think about right now.

Fingers continued to glide over the paper, and notes went from neat and sloppy to sloppy.

These are written recently, and a series of things that happened in the villa are all written down to find a breakthrough.

In particular, it is seen in the small attic on the third floor, and the picture is attached.

"There are demons among you."

What exactly is it worth......

The first painting is of a hanged cat, and the second is of a bloodshot eyeball.

Ke Lan was hanged, and what is the meaning of the eyeballs?

Who tore out the pages that were torn off after the album?

I held the pen in my hand and put a big question mark on the album.

Only time will tell what the album means.

……

Song Mingzhe sat on the sofa bored, looking at it, he had never felt that love was so grinding.

Zhu Yang fiddled with his mobile phone, and the mobile phone flashed, prompting that there was no signal and nothing could be done.

He was so angry that he threw his mobile phone off the sofa, "What a broken place, there is no wifi, the mobile phone is a piece of scrap metal, what use do you want it." ”

If it was normal, Song Mingzhe would have stepped forward with a smile and said, "Since it is scrap iron, if you throw it away, can people be suffocated to death by mobile phones?" ”

But today's Song Mingzhe is destined to be abnormal.

Zhu Yang's typical science and engineering man's thoughts, they have only known Ah He for a day, how can Song Mingzhe have a deep love...... It's really puzzling.

After Ah He came out of me, there was a faint red light on her face, and she was refreshed, and her eyes swept around the room, and finally stopped on Song Mingzhe's face.

She hooked her fingers at him and pointed to the balcony.

Song Mingzhe was carried away by this sudden joy, didn't he say that he wanted to break off his relationship? Flipping his shot so quickly?

He tried not to be too excited, but the messy steps had betrayed his heart.

Two steps and one step to the balcony, Ah He was already waiting for him there.

Song Mingzhe closed the balcony door intimately, and the transparent glass window could see the two talking but couldn't hear what they were talking about.

Zhu Yang has been following Song Mingzhe for a long time, and his curiosity is much heavier than usual, so he ran to the balcony and squatted, his hands made into a trumpet on the wall, and his ears were close to listen, and his voice would be clearer.

Shen Hua always sat on the chair and studied the information, he raised his eyes and glanced in the direction of the balcony, turned the direction, turned his back to the balcony, out of sight.

The entire villa was shrouded in a thick black fog, with occasional flashes of lightning illuminating the scene outside the villa.

Yesterday Yeerya said that the dozens of people who went out all died outside......

The faint light of lightning slid over the pool, and the swarthy water was uncomfortable to look at, as if something would emerge from it and pull passers-by down.

Ah He retracted his gaze, heard footsteps behind him, and turned around.

"Ah He, what happened just now...... I ...... it from you first" Song Mingzhe spoke first to break the silence, boys, always take the initiative than girls.

Ah He chuckled, "I'm not looking for you entirely because of what happened just now, I think it's good to make some things clear." ”

Song Mingzhe smiled heartlessly, because of allergies, his lips were extremely bright red, and they were slightly swollen, and there was a different kind of beauty on his handsome face.

"As long as you tell me, I will listen." Every cell in his body is saying that he likes it.

But the more he was like this, the more uncomfortable Ah He felt, as if he was stained with something slimy on his body, and he couldn't shake it off.

Ah He lowered his head and organized his language, and the usually bold female man also had moments of hesitation.

If you just treat him as a friend, Ah He is very happy, after all, his temperament is very compatible. Song Mingzhe is thick-skinned, can afford to joke, has a bright brain, speaks humorously, and is very likable.

But if you want to be a lover, Ah He's mood is completely different.

Stretching out the head with a knife, shrinking the head is also a knife.

"I'll get straight to the point, Song Mingzhe...... Do you like me......" Ah He held his breath and waited for his answer.

Song Mingzhe was stunned for a moment, and laughed heartily, "Am I not obvious?" Or do you want me to confess to you on the spot? ”

Ah He's eyes widened, and he hurriedly waved his hand, "No, I didn't mean that I wanted you to confess to me on the spot." ”

"It's my fault." Song Mingzhe handsomely pulled off his tie and approached Ah He step by step, Ah He was petite, and his height was only enough to reach his chest.

She quickly stepped back, unable to retreat, her back hit the cold wall behind her, and she stuck to the wall, staring at Song Mingzhe who was still advancing.

He stretched out his hand to her ear, stood with his legs crossed, the whole person looked full of ruffians, his eyes were discharging, a few points brighter than the lightning in the night sky, "Ah He, I like you, do you want to be my girlfriend." ”

Ah He was so nervous that she didn't dare to breathe, things didn't develop according to what she expected, and as she expected, the two of them talked about things, untied their knots, and they were both happy, and they continued to be friends in the future.

Instead of letting Song Mingzhe take the opportunity to confess.

Ah He's hand was clutched on the cold tile wall, and she kept scratching her nails, which could relieve some of the anxiety in her heart.

Zhu Yang, who was observing them in the house, shouted "yes" excitedly.

Shame on him before, he was worried about Song Mingzhe, a stinky boy, and he had a hand in flirting with his sister, and he deserved to be a little white dragon in love, whether it was Lori or Sister Yu, he was able to catch it.

Shen Hua glanced at the balcony indifferently, slowly moved his gaze back, and continued to look at the information, but his fingers were tightly pinched on the paper, pinching out a fold in the smooth paper.

Ah He pushed Song Mingzhe down with his hand, "Don't be so close." ”

Song Mingzhe deliberately made it bad, and straightened his chest forward, "Is there a problem with getting closer to your girlfriend?" ”

Ah He raised his head suddenly, the two were too close, and the top of her head directly hit Song Mingzhe's chin, with a crisp sound, which frightened Ah He even more to move casually.

Song Mingzhe snorted in pain, "When you look up, it's only me......"

Ah He said apologetically, "I'm really sorry, no, you deliberately got so close to me, you deserved it!" ”

Song Mingzhe covered his chin, "It's over, I'm probably going to be disfigured and hurt me to death." ”

Ah He's newly generated confidence disappeared again, and he reached out to touch his chin, "Let me see if it's okay." ”

With a backhand, he grabbed Ah He's hand and took her into his arms, "It won't hurt if you hug it." ”

"Song Mingzhe, do you want to make a face! Is it interesting to deliberately lie to me? Ah He was annoyed and angry, she was scared to death just now, she almost thought that she had really disfigured him, but fortunately it was fine.

"I really didn't lie to you, I don't believe you touched it, it was swollen up with a big bag......" Song Mingzhe opened his eyes and said nonsense.

"Really?"

"Absolutely."

Ah He stretched out his hand and touched his face.