Ding Bao's memory is not good.

Perhaps because she has been in the mission world for a long time, she often has a memory disorder, and sometimes she gets up in the middle of the night, and when she is dazed, she will go outside and start dancing.

Because she was once a world-famous dancer, more than 30 years after that world, the woman who always danced was engraved in the depths of her soul.

Let her think deliberately.

Ding Bao can't remember the specific things in those short decades.

But when midnight dreams come back, the soul will manipulate the body to do what it knew and loved best.

Dio was now accustomed to this kind of Ding Bao.

So his sleep is very light, Ding Bao on the side is a little moved, he will wake up before her, and then after she finishes what she wants to do, gently hold her back and continue to sleep.

He knows.

These are the lives that Ding Bao has personally experienced, and they are the imprints engraved in her bones, which cannot be erased in this life.

Every time he woke up, Ding Bao couldn't remember what he had done most of the time.

But sometimes she could find some clues, and if she asked Theok, the man would tell her honestly.

"You danced last night."

"I'm sorry to disturb you."

"No, the dance is beautiful, I also recorded a video, and I will watch it slowly in the future."

He can always downplay these things that ordinary people can't accept.

"It doesn't matter, as long as it's not sick, I like what you become."

Ding Bao is no longer young.

She has lived a normal life for more than ten years.

Dio's face has also been polished by time, but he likes sports, and when he looks closely, he still looks like a mature man in his early thirties, and the warmth and softness between his eyebrows and eyes are like a spring breeze wrapped in a drizzle.

Ding Bao knows.

He loves himself.

The lion dog that always runs in the yard is very old, it gradually does not like to run, does not like to bark, its appetite decreases, and the golden hair on its face is also covered with a layer of snow white, it is always sleeping, occasionally following Ding Bao out for a walk, and walking is also staggering and extremely slow.

The lifespan of a dog is only a dozen years.

It's been trying so hard to live.

At dusk that day, Ding Bao was lying on a rocking chair in the courtyard, and the smell of rice came from the kitchen next to him, and Theo was preparing dinner today.

Ding Bao looked at Baza Hei lying on the mat and patted his leg for the first time.

"Bazahei, come here."

The old dog slowly raised his head, struggled to stand up, and walked to Ding Bao's side with his tail hanging down.

It could no longer jump on Ding Bao's leg like it had done before.

So this time, Ding Bao bent down and gently hugged it into his arms.

She'd never hugged it like that.

But this time, she hugged it tightly.

A hand also patted lightly on its back.

At dusk, the hazy light and shadow cast on the glass, refracting a translucent luster like cicada wings, Ding Bao lowered his eyes and looked at the bazaar black in his arms, and in a trance, it turned into a fleshy boy, lying in her arms, and the flesh on his little face was squeezed into a ball.

"Sister, I want to go home

Sister, I'm so tired

Under the streetlights at dusk, I was alone thinking about her

Sister, hug, I'll ......"

In the song, Bazha Hei, who only wanted food and clothing in the first half of his life, now feels unprecedented warmth and peace of mind.

It sniffed the smell of Ding Bao and felt the short life slowly start the final countdown.

If it could speak, it wanted to say to her.

In the next life, let me be your brother for once.

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