readx;? Yan Shunhua had a very strange dream. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

She dreamed that she seemed to be constantly climbing over the mountains, and the white morning mist shrouded her surroundings, so that no matter how hard she tried, she could not see the way from and the distance.

The world is quiet, like a large animal asleep, only occasionally flicking its tail to drive away the mountain wind and fog that disturb people's dreams.

She walked alone on the mountain road, slowly but surely. The clothes had long been wet, sticking tightly to the body, and it was so cold that people wanted to shiver.

Perhaps it was because of the heavy rain, the roadless wilderness was so muddy that she would almost slip every now and then, the mud would be stained all over her trouser legs, and the occasional naughty little stone would get into her shoes and jump into her shoes, making her miserable and always stopping to clean up.

Strange to her, the two hands that appeared in sight were not hers.

Although the time was short, she was already very familiar with her body. Her little hands are like faces, with the roundness and coquettishness that belong only to children.

But the hands that were cleaning the stones were not like that.

He was slender as if he was born to play the piano, his nails were neatly trimmed, and there was an obvious blood mark on the knuckle of the ring finger of his left hand, which should have been scratched by a branch or a weed vine on the side of the road, and was bleeding profusely.

She could smell the faint smell of blood, and even a few invisible gasps. Then, her gaze shifted slightly, and she saw the sole of a foot covered in blood blisters.

Yan Shunhua frowned, subconsciously feeling that it must be very painful, otherwise how could she clearly feel the torture after the blister burst?

She curled up, couldn't help but raise her right foot and rub it against the belly of her other leg, muttering in a small voice, "It's just a dream......

"Who's pretending to be a ghost there?"

The strange dream came to an abrupt end, Yan Shunhua was startled, woke up in a moment, and looked at the white curtain above his head.

She heard it right, it was a young man's voice, clear and sharp, exactly like what she had heard before!

Could it be that she had dream-like hallucinations because of her confusion before?

It's really strange, it's clear that the previous injury is real, and the boy's voice sounds like it's real.

Yan Shunhua was stunned for a long time, and subconsciously raised his left hand to inspect it over and over.

No mud and no injuries.

After thinking about it, I still can't figure it out.

Clueless, forget it.

She withdrew her hand and rolled over to face the wall, intending to ignore the strange feeling in her heart and close her eyes and fall back asleep.

It's just that the voice that belongs to the boy alone sounded again. The tone was inexplicable, but it could be felt that his intense hostility had been replaced by obvious surprise.

"Who are you?"

The little hand that appeared in his line of sight for no reason obviously belonged to a little girl.

White and fat and tender, like freshly baked meat buns, soft and whirring makes people want to bite into it. The round fingers are covered with five small nails, pink and pink, very much like the beauty of hibiscus flowers......

Not an illusion!

Yan Shunhua opened his eyes instantly when he heard this, and then the strange situation appeared again.

She saw it.

The white morning mist rolled, the high and low peaks loomed, the breeze brought the smell of wet earth, and the fragrance of the trees also came to her nose, driving away what little sleepiness she had left, and her spirit was quickly lifted.

"Who the hell are you??"

The young man's voice asked her relentlessly, but Yan Shunhua was at a loss.

Not a dream.

So what's going on now?

"Speak. ”

The young man's voice was full of urgency, and Yan Shunhua closed his eyes.

It must have been the wrong way she opened her eyes, which is why she hallucinated.

"There is the fragrance of golden cinnamon flowers, are you from the south?"

He could smell the smell of sunlight left after the bedding had been dried, mixed with subtle medicinal and floral scents, just like he had felt last night!

Yan Shunhua moved, the inexplicable momentum that appeared around her body was only strong but not weak, and she finally opened her eyes again.

It was still a boundless morning mist, the world was white, and a faint golden light appeared on the tip of a certain mountain peak in the distance.

"I ......"

Before she could say hello, Yan Daya beside her woke up.

"Do you want to get up, big sister help you get dressed, come. ”

Yan Shunhua was stunned, and the overlapping scene of reality and fantasy immediately separated, and galloped away to the left and right.

In less than a breath, the red sun disappeared, and the eerie wild scene faded as quickly as the tide, and the cool mountain breeze and the fishy smell of the earth also moved away from her nose.

Her strange connection with the teenager was cut off.

"I can wear it myself. ”

She put aside her hidden doubts, slowly rolled over and got out of bed, and then clumsily began to dress herself in full clothes.

Yan Daya didn't step forward, just smiled and watched how she got it herself, occasionally pointing to the side, or helping her smooth it out.

At first, she combed her hair by herself, and tied it up at random to look like a cupola, completely exposing her round face, which looked very playful.

It's just a pity that this time, although Yan Daya was still smiling gently, she was very firm in re-breaking her hair, and then gently helped her comb her into a double bun.

Yan Shunhua stretched out his white and chubby little hand and touched the two very symmetrical bags on his little head, very helpless.

The mirror is not very clear, but she doesn't need to look at it, and she also knows that she must be very "antique" now.

"Eldest sister, will you take you to the courtyard to wash?" Yan Daya stretched out her hands, but did not forcibly pick her up, just looked at her quietly, waiting for her to nod.

"I can walk on my own. ”

Yan Shunhua couldn't cry or laugh a little, and refused to help very firmly, slowly pushed open the door to the courtyard, took the willow branch by himself, and then dipped it in a gel similar to toothpaste, and brushed his teeth seriously.

After washing, the sisters went to breakfast.

Yan Erya still has no figure.

Yan Liushi saw her suspicious eyes, smiled and told her, "Er Ya went to the village school early in the morning." Xiaoya should get better quickly, and she can be a companion at that time. ”

Yan Shunhua nodded obediently, and then continued to pull the food in the bowl.

For her, a person who rarely eats whole grains, the taste from her taste buds is really strange. The rice grains are not soft enough, not to mention the lack of oil, it is not the peanut oil that she is used to, nor the particularly fragrant tea oil that she has tasted, and the salt seems to be a little too much, salty.

It's just that some foods are better than nothing, and more importantly, these foods are not completely difficult to swallow after all. Therefore, although he was still not used to it, Yan Shunhua still ate happily.

After the family had breakfast, Yan Shengguo went to the study as usual, and Yan Zhaoming went out without saying a word and went to the ground.

Yan Shunhua was originally sitting on a small stool, watching Yan Liu's and Yan Daya play with each other, but she felt fresh at first, and she became bored after a while, her eyes were empty, and she was wandering out of the world.

Those two osmanthus flowers are blooming extremely vigorously this year. From a distance, the trees were full of gold, and the fine pieces of sunlight were shining on them, and even the fragrance seemed to become dazzling.

She thought endlessly, her gaze lingering over the golden cinnamon.

"Sure enough, it's not an illusion. Tell me your name. ”