In her spare time, Ms. Feng would also chat with me about family life, saying that her son was too good, and from time to time he would call a bunch of friends home, making the house drunk, and she didn't dare to care, saying that her son would not go home if it was too deep.

Instead of that, she might as well let her son bring his friends home to make trouble, at least she can take care of it.

"Little Firefly, my son doesn't know who to say, he knows that I've been teaching you to sing recently, and he heard that you are a young lady, so he has to ask me to find an opportunity to introduce you two to each other, and say that he wants to make friends with you......

Teacher Feng was speechless, "Firefly, I have to give you a reminder, once you meet my son, you don't have to give me face, you turn around and leave, don't bother with him, with me, he doesn't dare to do anything to you, even if he is my son, I can tell the difference, you are a good boy, you can't contact people like them."

At the end, Teacher Feng was also very worried, saying that her son was so ambitious, and he wanted to go abroad to see the world, and asked her to go through the formalities.

It's not that she can't come up with the money, or she knows her son's heart too well.

This person she can't control with her around is really going to be sent abroad, I'm afraid she can poke out a big basket.

"Hotaru, my son is here to collect debts, but as long as he is more stable, I will send him to study abroad...... Alas!"

I immediately made a hexagram.

The advice given was never to let her son go far.

This person likes to make friends, teaches three and nine streams, and does not refuse to come.

In the vernacular, he is a bit of a villain, and going out will definitely cause trouble and cause disaster.

"Firefly, you don't have to count, I can think of all this, he will definitely cause trouble if he goes away......

Teacher Feng smiled at me gently, "Okay, you can play it again."

I saw that she had a score in her heart, so I didn't say much, and continued to play the guzheng.

Baste~!

I don't know which piece of strength didn't work right, and the strings suddenly opened.

The nylon wire pumped my fingertips were immediately bloody, and I was stunned for a moment, and Mr. Feng exclaimed.

Before I could come back to my senses, she dragged me to the sink to rinse for a while.

Seeing that I didn't react much, Teacher Feng's eyes turned red, "You kid, why don't you say a word, don't you have pain nerves?"

I shook my head and looked at her, chuckling lightly, "It's okay Teacher Feng, it's just a small injury."

Omen?

There have been so many ominous signs lately.

I don't have the heart to speculate.

Teacher Feng was speechless for a while, pulled me back to the sofa, took out disinfectant and gauze from the medicine box, and simply helped me bandage it, she looked at me quietly for a while, and then gently hugged me into her arms, "Little Firefly, you can be my daughter."

I leaned into her arms, my eyes twinkling and tears flowing.

The corners of my lips were pulled up, and I smiled and hummed.

When I feel dizzy, I also think that the afternoon class was in vain.

What does it matter?

I like Mr. Feng, I like it so much.

In many moments, she is very much like my mother in the depths of my memory.

At the end of each afternoon's class, I would be lost for a while when I saw Mr. Feng away.

In order to adjust my mood, I went to the backyard and ran desperately, jumping desperately until I was exhausted.

Back in my room, I'll take a shower, eat, and meditate.

Always stay up late and late.

Because of me, I am more and more afraid of falling asleep......

Speaking of which, I quite admire Ciyin, her imagination is absolutely endless.

When she was a child, her writing must have been whimsical, and the sentences were full of red wavy lines that were praised by the teacher.

It's really a constant every night, and no dream is the same.

The best part is that she also creates the illusion of dawn for me.

I woke up and heard the doorbell ringing, and went downstairs to open the door, and there was the wet old lady standing outside.

Looking at each other, she peeled off her face at me, revealing it

The white bones inside, and the mouth still hissed, "Oops, hiss~ I soaked in a buoy, and the skin of the flesh fell off when I touched it."

Seeing that my expression was too numb, Ciyin would also increase the difficulty of the dream and give me a sense of participation.

I was sleeping in a daze, and suddenly I felt like ice was sticking to my body.

As soon as I grabbed it, the palms were all globulous.

When I looked closely, it turned out that all I was scratching were eyeballs.

The dripping and rolling eyeballs.

I sat up and found that the quilt was covered with eyeballs.

Layer upon layer, slimy like fish eggs.

I was stunned for two seconds, and it turned out that my eyes were round, dripping and round, like playing glass balls when I was a child.

It's funny, I laughed and lay back, the futon under me turning into eyeballs.

When a person lies down, it is as if he is in the mud.

It was slippery and slippery, and countless eyeballs seemed to bury me.

Bury it.

I lay motionless like a corpse.

The eyeballs squirmed and piled up on my quilt, little by little on my neck, on my cheeks, and finally on my closed lips, and I looked vacantly at the sky, against the dense eyes of the ceiling.

It's weird.

Obviously there are only eyeballs.

They seem to laugh.

It also rings in my ears with a high-pitched laugh.

I couldn't get rid of this dream at all.

From the initial clamour, struggle, self-brainwashing, until, as if nothing happened.

When my emotions fell to the bottom of the abyss, I even thought, just scare me to death, at least be happy.

Ci Yin seemed to want to follow my wishes, and like a big giant, she stepped into the courtyard of my house, stretched out a finger, pushed open the matchbox-like window of my study, and twisted me out very casually.

I was like a little man with a finger in front of her.

When she looked up, all she could see was her patio-deep nostrils.

The whole person is completely suspended in the air.

Her stomach was pinched back and forth by her index finger and thumb.

Seeing me struggling on my legs, Ciyin grinned at the corners of her lips, "You loser, little ant, what are you going to do to fight me?"

Her voice was hoarse and deep, pinching me like a little river fish, "Your only choice is to go back to your hometown, and I may be able to let you live."

"Roll !!"

I yelled at her with all my strength, and in an instant, my spleen and stomach burst.

She squeezed out the guts of a river fish and popped my stomach raw.

Plagued by the nightmares in turn, I was on the verge of a mental breakdown.

On the surface, I should laugh, eat, and learn whatever I need to learn.

As soon as the sun goes down and the hour hand approaches midnight, my fear grows.

There seemed to be a wild beast lurking in the shadows, and it was devouring and devouring my fighting spirit.