The "Big Jewel" was lost before it was hot in his arms, not to mention how lost he was. He was so remorseful that the smile disappeared from his face.

At dinner, Mao Xiaorou made Edamame Mao's favorite cola chicken thigh, but Edamame Mao didn't nibble on any of it. Because of the guilt, Edamame didn't even dare to look at La Dora. He drooped his eyebrows, ignoring all kinds of ladola who were teasing him on the side, and quickly finished his homework, and Edamame got into the bed early.

Even Ruofei could see that something was wrong with the little master, and he came to the head of Edamame's bed with his tail wagging and lying on his pillow to accompany him carefully.

At this time, only dream talk can "save" edamame.

Dreaming gave Edamame a way to relieve his emotions, and it also let the people who cared about him know the reason why he was sad.

Ladora wiped the tears shed in the dream by Edamame Hair in distress, and said to himself, "Don't feel indebted to me, Edamame, you underestimate my Edamame too much." No bead, even a priceless orb, is nothing compared to the knowledge that resides in our heads. Edamame, as long as you learn and learn, I will be satisfied! ”

The four-leaf clover above Ladora's head glowed green in the darkness, and it whispered, "Let's continue to swim in the sea of poetry, edamame...... Three, two, one...... Go and come, I'm a poet, go! ”

Edamame's dreams changed.

In the haze, he felt a hint of coldness, as if something cold had fallen on his cheek, and when he touched it with his eyes closed, the thing turned into a cloud of water.

Edamame opened his eyes, he opened the two wooden doors, and the world in front of him was blue and white, and the sky was vast.

"Click" -

The sudden strange noise in the silent environment forced Edamame to concentrate on walking towards the place where the sound came from.

Gradually, Edamame saw the back of an emaciated old man in a purple robe.

He seemed to be writing something on the wall, and when he finished writing, he stepped back again and again with a sad sigh.

Edamame Mao heard him ask a burst of questions:

"Why? The old man is upright and honest in this life, he does not seek wealth and fame, he only wishes to enrich the country and strengthen the army, and the country will be ashamed! The old man has worked hard for 30 years for this wish! But why is it so difficult to change the law and reform so difficult?! ”

Zheng Xia dedicated "Diagram of the Displaced People" to the old man, so that the old man could see the hungry people starving all over the mountains. Do they think that the old man's heart is made of stone?! But if the skin does not have hair, who can understand the old man's mind?! ”

Edamame tilted his head, not quite understanding what he was talking about, he just felt sad.

Then the old man trembled again, he raised his head to the sky and roared, and shouted angrily: "The sky is not enough to fear, people are not enough to be compassionate, and the law of the ancestors cannot be kept!" When the world does not know me, the future generations should thank me! ”

The old man's angry momentum frightened Mao Mao Mao and didn't dare to breathe, he was afraid that the old man would see him as soon as he turned around. But unexpectedly, after the old man shouted these words, the whole person was deflated—he couldn't even stand up straight, and dragged his steps in frustration—the steps pulled out two long, twisted lines on the snow, and gradually disappeared at the end of the yard.

Edamame tiptoed over to look, he carefully read the words on the wall, word by word:

"There are a few plums in the corner, and Ling Han opens it alone. I know that it is not snow, but there is a dark fragrance. ”