647 Thank you for liking the inkstone
Sheng Kite remembered those two dreams.
A rainy night in a dream, in which she was trapped in a fire.
Those real details always hovered in Sheng Kite's mind, repeated repeatedly, and lingered.
Sheng Kite blinked, deliberately resisting this sleepiness, not wanting to let herself sleep.
A small plush blanket was placed on her lap.
Sheng Kite raised her head and met the dark gaze of Shi Yan.
"The wind is blowing." He said.
Probably because of its proximity to mountains and lakes, no matter how sunny the weather is, there will always be a gentle breeze from time to time.
Sheng Kite bent his lips and said thank you.
Sheng Kite maintained a sitting posture, sensing that Jiang Yu on the opposite side had no movement, and a staring gaze fell on her.
Jiang Yu in front of the easel didn't know when he stopped his movements.
He was looking at her with tenderness and relief.
"What's wrong, Auntie?"
Sheng Kite asked Jiang Yu if he wanted to change his posture by himself.
Jiang Yu shook his head.
She looked at Sheng Kite like this, and after a long time, she suddenly said, "Little Kite, thank you for liking Xiao Yan." ”
"......" Sheng Yuan was stunned, "Auntie, why do you say that?" ”
Jiang Yu didn't answer.
The woman raised her eyes slightly, and through the half-human-high wooden fence of the courtyard, through the transparent glass outside the kitchen, she saw Shi Yan who was heating milk inside.
The boy has a cup used by the kite in his hand.
She unconsciously bent her eyebrows, still smiling gently, her face was no longer the abnormal childishness, but a serious demeanor, looking at Sheng Kite, and then repeating softly.
"Thank you, I like Xiaoyan."
After saying this, Jiang Yu took the paintbrush and continued to lower his head and paint by himself.
- as if the seriousness on Fang Cai's face was just an illusion.
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It's night.
The windows were not closed, and the night breeze blew the translucent gauze curtains in the windows.
Sheng Kite lay on the bed, frowning, and did not sleep peacefully.
She dreamed again.
But this time it didn't seem to be a complete dream, but rather a fragment of fragments.
- Thunder roared outside the floor-to-ceiling windows.
Sheng Kite stood barefoot at the mouth of the spiral staircase, and a bolt of lightning struck, illuminating the dark living room for a moment.
Except for the thunder, the silence around was eerily silent.
Sheng Kite felt a slimy liquid on her hand.
She looked down, and the moment she saw clearly, her pupils shrank suddenly.
Blood.
It's blood.
She's got blood all over her hands!
Not only the hands, but also the body.
The pure white nightdress was splashed with blood on the skirt edges, which was very dazzling!
Sheng Kite was taken aback.
At the same time, another flash of lightning struck, and she saw a man lying on the side of the stairs downstairs.
Sheng Kite walked slowly and barefoot along the railing, her eyes adjusting to the darkness, and she could see a little clearly.
It was a boy lying down.
White shirt, black trousers.
- He was lying in a pool of blood.
The blood on her body seemed to have spilled from him......
Sheng Kite remembered Shi Yan who appeared every time in her strange dreams, she was breathless, and suddenly didn't dare to look at the boy's face.
Long.
She crouched down, her eyelashes trembling terribly, and slowly reached out to the boy to break his shoulder.
When my heart rose to my throat and eyes, I was about to see his face—
The sky swirled, and the boy disappeared.
Sheng Kite came to the corridor again.
The same dark corridors.
At the end of the hallway was a slender figure with his back away.
Then the back turned.
White shirt, black trousers, slender and slender, broken hair hanging down, a delicate and cold face.
Sheng Yuan frowned with joy and rushed towards him, "Shi Yan! ”
But Shi Yan just stood in place and watched her approach coldly.
A pair of pitch-black pupils were overflowing with coldness, staring at her with extreme coldness, and spitting out words was even colder.
"If I could, Sheng Kite, I don't want to meet you again." (End of chapter)