What are my dreams?

Ding Yi was still silent in the face of Lu Ze's inquiry.

He hadn't been able to get a good night's sleep for days, and he always felt empty in his heart, as if he had lost something important to him in the middle of his heart.

That's why I've always wanted to come to Shuxiang Garden to find the lost thing.

Today's Ding Yi is very happy at this party, this kind of warm feeling he has not experienced for a long time.

And the question raised by Lu Ze seemed to put him in that familiar but bottomless abyss.

Because, the abyss is where dreams are squeezed out.

"I... I do not know. ”

The boy shook his head in confusion.

Lu Ze took out a yellowed piece of paper from under the seat at this time.

He read it in a clear voice, but the expression on Ding's face as he listened became more and more confused.

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"I hope to wake up one morning with the happy smiling faces of my parents, the relaxed greetings from my teachers, and the innocent and simple eyes of my classmates before the third year of high school, even before the third year of junior high school, or even in kindergarten."

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"I wish I could never grow up, so that I could hold my father's dry hand and lean on my mother's warm arms."

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"I also hope that I will soon grow up and become a real adult, who can bear all the burdens that I feel heavy now, and at that time I may be able to have my own children, so that they can live a relaxed and happy life, so that they will not be as tired as me, and they can fly farther."

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"I hope..."

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"It would be nice to have the opportunity to talk to Mom and Dad about that."

Lu Ze read the contents of this paper.

After listening to this, Ding Yi was in a trance and pointed to Lu Ze's hand: "I... Can you take a look at that piece of paper? ”

Lu Ze handed the yellowed paper to Ding Yishou, who slowly raised it, he looked at the handwriting and content on the paper, and his expression looked very complicated and incomprehensible.

"It seems like I'm looking for this piece of paper..."

"But it doesn't seem to be..."

Ding Yi tilted his head, and at this moment he fell into greater confusion.

Suddenly.

A crisp sound brought his thoughts back to reality.

I saw Lu Ze come to the small blackboard and hit the word 'Ding Yi' twice.

"Ding Yi."

"You're not looking for the piece of paper you wrote."

"It's a dream you've ever lost."

"You... Lost myself. ”

The curtains fluttered, and at this time, a breeze blew, and the piece of paper full of Ding Yi's dreams on the table was blown and fell to the ground.

Ding Yi's two hands were entangled, and at this moment, his heart was already overturned.

I'm Ding Yi.

But... Am I me?

"Do you have the confidence to pick up your lost dreams again?"

"Even if you need to go through a very difficult senior year of high school again?"

"Even if you need to overcome a series of difficulties in your heart to do so?"

"Ding Yi, do you want to sink here, or do you raise your head and look for the dawn?"

Lu Ze didn't say much.

That's all he can do, and the real road has to be walked by Ding Yi himself.

Qiao Yingzi's eyes were full of encouragement: "Ding Yi, I haven't told anyone, in fact, I once had a hundred thoughts in my heart, life is really tiring, because it is too painful not to live the way I want." ”

"However, this is not a reason for us to give up."

"Death is very simple, what is really difficult is to grit your teeth and persist all the way."

Lin Leier, Ji Yangyang and others also told about the difficulties they had.

Fang Monkey waved his hand casually in this atmosphere: "What's the matter, the parents' thoughts are their own, we can consider it, but the real decision of life is in our own hands." ”

"Like me."

"My dream is to be a real... man！ ”

A smile appeared on Ding Yi's face.

He slowly got up and solemnly bowed to the group of his younger brothers and sisters.

"Thank you."

"Thank you."

"Although... I don't know where I'm going to go. ”

"But I don't think I can go on like this."

"Because, I really want to get a good night's sleep."

I saw Ding Yi bend down lightly and pick up the yellowed paper on the ground.

Written on it was his dream.

He gently stroked the thin piece of paper, and the dream written on it was full of weight.

"I hope..."

......

Before leaving, Ding Yi's father and Ding Yi's mother thanked Lu Ze and them.

They personally felt that their son's eyes were no longer as dull as before, and he began to talk more.

At this time, they just want their son to be safe.

After Ding Yi's family left, Lu Ze and the others also went back to their own homes and looked for each other...

Qiao Yingzi refused everyone's request for help, and now she was cleaning up the living room after the party alone, but she didn't expect Song Qian, whose eyes were extremely red, to appear in front of her.

Every word from the party just now, Song Qian listened to it next door.

The girl with a broom raised her head:

"Mom..."

didn't have time to say anything, Song Qian in front of her hugged her directly, and the woman began to cry directly.

"Mom now knows how wrong she was."

"Mom only now remembers how much she hated the way your grandmother raised me, but I put the same way on my own daughter, and even intensified it."

"I'm sorry Yingzi."

"I'm sorry..."

Seeing the once high-spirited boy Ding Yi become in such a trance now, Song Qian's heart was extremely uncomfortable.

She didn't dare to imagine that if something happened to Yingzi one day, how would she, a mother, live, Song Qian, who was listening to everyone's conversation next door, felt as uncomfortable as a knife.

It turned out that the pressure of the whole family had been unconsciously transferred to Yingzi alone, and the conflict with Qiao Weidong made the child caught in it.

Only then did Song Qian understand how wrong her self-righteous over-care was.

Qiao Yingzi gently patted her mother's back.

"Mom."

"I want to eat skewers~"

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After Lu Ze got home, he lay comfortably on the sofa.

The final outcome of Ding Yi's matter still depends on his own wishes.

There is no real empathy in the world.

Others only gave advice, and they had to go by themselves.

Lu Ze did not forget the heroes of this operation.

WeChat sent a voice message directly to Agent Qiao Weidong.

"Tonight, tonight."

"Your ex-wife and your daughter must be in need of your shoulders."

"Please reply if you receive it."

“over！ over！ ”