Soon it was evening again.

Sanhi had already gone to bed early. In the past few days of going out to play, Tan Wang not only painted a portrait of Sangxi, but also wrote a lot of life on the beach and in the streets. After sorting out all the paintings, Tan Wan carefully checked the doors and windows, and then tiptoed into the bedroom and lay down gently beside Sanxi.

After thinking about what breakfast to make tomorrow, he quickly fell asleep.

In a trance, he felt like he was in darkness again, but unlike last time, he saw the glass door that Sanshi had told him about, right in front of him. Behind him was endless darkness, and behind the glass door in front of him was a blank white.

"Could Sanhee be over there too?" Thinking so, Tan Wang wanted to reach out and open the glass door, but found that no matter how he twisted the handle, the glass door did not move.

What's going on? Locked?

Tan Wang was thinking about what the chance of crashing away if he hit him directly, but suddenly felt something strange behind him. When he turned around, not far from him, a large hole more than a person high was torn out of thin air, emitting a dazzling white light.

He turned to look at the glass door behind him, and with a heartbeat, he stepped into the gap.

"Since the glass door can't be opened, let's see what the hell is in here."

As the blinding white light faded away, Tan Wan saw the scene in front of him clearly: he was standing in a hallway, with white walls, dim lights, and the glowing exit light at the end of the corridor exuding a seeping green. The whole picture seems to be covered with a gray filter.

After walking a few steps, I found that it looked like a hospital. He found that only one of the wards had a light coming from the window.

He walked over and looked in, only to be shocked by what he saw: a warm light in the room. Inside, there was a man lying on the bed, and on the stool next to the bed, a man with his back facing the door.

Although it was just a back, Tan Wang still recognized it - it was his father. The one lying on the hospital bed is his mother?

What's going on? What's going on with all this?

Tanwan reached out and grabbed his hair, forcing himself to calm down.

He looked around the hallway again, and the overall atmosphere made him feel extremely uncomfortable. What's more, it's in a dream anyway, so it's better for him to go in and take a look.

After making up his mind, Tan Wang even forgot about the bridge and pushed the door directly, but the next scene was not as he thought, and his parents did not look at him.

And Dad seemed to be still talking to Mom, so he didn't think much about it, closed the door with his backhand, and walked over gently. When I got closer, I found that my father was holding a newborn baby who was sleeping soundly in his arms.

“！” This is? The "Mom and Dad" in front of him look extremely young, so that means that Dad is holding himself in his arms?

The conversation was shocked, and even a little skeptical.

And he found that he was standing next to his father and in front of his mother, but his father and mother seemed to be unable to see him.

He bent down to look at the "self" in his father's arms, and sure enough, it was exactly the same as the photo he had in the photo album when he was a child.

"So I've been thinking about what to name my son for." Mom asked.

Only then did Tan Wang recover from the shock just now, and began to pay attention to the conversation between his parents and his parents.

"Let's call it a visit, and pin our hopes on him." Dad replied that when he looked at the child in his arms, there was no less love in his eyes than his mother's.

"Talk-look-" Mom read his name word by word, and a happy smile appeared on her face: "Okay, it's called Talk." ”

Tan Wang's eyes turned red when he heard the voice he remembered most and was most familiar with him calling his name.

"Mom......" he said, but he couldn't make any sound.

"I want to drink the red bean porridge sold at the porridge shop on the street opposite." Mom said to Dad, and there was a hint of coquettishness in her tone.

Dad smiled: "Okay, you rest for a while, I'll buy it for you, and add more brown sugar to you." With that, Dad gently put the little talk in his arms on the small bed next to him, picked up his coat and walked out of the ward.

The talk was gloomy.

Obviously, their relationship was so good at the beginning, but in the end, they also came to the point where they quarreled every once in a while, and then had to separate.

He glanced at his mother, who was recuperating in the hospital bed, and then left the room and followed his father.

It's late autumn, and the temperature is cooler at night, and there are few pedestrians on the streets, only the endless falling leaves.

Although Tan Wang was still wearing summer clothes, he didn't feel cold at all. He followed his father, watching his father wear a thin coat, so cold that he used his mouth to blow some heating in his palm from time to time, but he was still in a hurry, and it seemed that he was in a hurry to buy porridge for his mother. In this way, the heart of the conversation is even more unpleasant.

Mom and Dad were obviously very much in love with each other.

If the people who love each other will eventually end up hating each other, then what is the final ending between him and Sangxi?

Tan Wan was also taken aback by himself, he didn't know why he suddenly thought like this.

When I looked up, I found that I had arrived at the porridge shop that my mother said.

I have the impression that this porridge shop was later opened for many years, and when he was a child, he went to school, and his mother would buy him a bowl every morning. There are many types of porridge, and each of them is delicious.

Tan Wang followed his father into the store, and he just wanted to look at the familiar menu posted on the counter, but what he didn't expect was that his father walked straight into a door with a plastic curtain hanging behind the counter.

What's going on?

If he remembered correctly, that room was the bedroom of the proprietress of the porridge shop. The hostess and her little daughter live in that room. Sometimes his mother brought him to buy porridge, and the proprietress came out of it.

A bad premonition suddenly rose in Tan Wang's heart.

So he didn't hesitate and immediately followed.