Xu Huaiday's fingers tapped lightly on the table.

"The show has just begun."

He had long known that Song Ci'an had been dreaming these days, and it was also a dream of the tribe.

But that's not enough.

Xu Huai Day's eyes flashed with coldness when he thought of this.

Song Ja An was awakened by a nightmare again this night.

Zhang Bimei wanted to come over to see her, but she saw her daughter sitting up straight with fine beads of sweat on her forehead.

"An An, is it a nightmare?"

Zhang Bimei caressed her daughter's back and wiped the beads of sweat from her forehead.

Her daughter hasn't slept well in the past few days, and Zhang Bimei plans to ask Lao Li when she has time.

In the end, what's going on, or is there some strange illness in her daughter, or is she going to remember what happened before her amnesia.

"Mmmm, it's just a dream, it's fine. Hurry up and rest, aren't you going to go to the sea with your dad tomorrow? ”

Song Ja'an held Zhang Bimei's hand and squeezed out a reassuring smile on his face.

Zhang Bimei is still worried.

"Is it really okay? If you feel uncomfortable, be sure to talk to your mother. ”

"Yes, let's go back and rest."

Song Ja'an nodded heavily.

Zhang Bimei pulled the quilt for her and walked out of the room.

Song Ja An also instantly looked like a deflated balloon.

That night, her dreams grew stronger, as if she had experienced them herself.

There are still Xu Huaiday's faces in the dream, and there are a group of people with the same blue eyes as him.

They didn't hurt themselves, but they were in awe and respect for themselves.

You can see those snakes and insects that suddenly emerged from the forest, densely approaching her.

Song Ja'an was frightened to wake up.

If she continues like this, she estimates that she will not have a good night's sleep to sleep, and sooner or later she will have mental problems.

After the dance competition was over, Song Ci'an decided to find Uncle Li to see what was wrong with his body.

Without thinking about it anymore, Song Ja'an turned his head and continued to sleep.

But I couldn't sleep anymore, and I stayed up until dawn with my dry eyes open.

She had to clean up and go back to school.

As soon as he arrived at the door, he was stopped by Xu Huaiyang.

"An An, come over here."

Song Ja'an reluctantly walked into the school doctor's room, planning to chat casually and go back to teach the students.

Xu Huai took out a small medicine bag from the cabinet and handed it to her.

"I heard that you have been suffering from severe insomnia recently, and putting this medicine bag at the bedside can improve your insomnia."

Song Ci'an was still hesitant to take it, and Xu Huai Yan directly stuffed the medicine bag into her hand.

"Take it, it's just a medicine bag."

"Then thank you, Doctor Xu."

Song Ja'an took it and thanked him.

She just had the mentality of trying it, and she just thought that this medicine bag was a little psychological suggestion.

After thanking him, Song went back to the classroom to continue rehearsing the dance for the students.

The time for the competition is getting closer and closer, and their rehearsals are getting more and more intense.

I don't know if Xu Huai's medicine bag played a role.

Song Ci'an just sniffed it, and felt that he was sleeping too heavily at noon.

If it hadn't been for the students who woke her up, she would have slept for an afternoon.

After the rehearsal, Song Ja'an specially asked Xu Huai to express his gratitude.

Unexpectedly, he had already gone to the health post.

Song Ci's head was inexplicably lost, and he could only go back alone.

Thinking that Xu Huai Tian gave the medicine bag to play a role, she thought that she might be able to sleep well tonight.

Song Ja-an has not slept comfortably for several days.

After a few bites of dinner, I'm ready to rest.

Zhuang Jun thought she was sick and wanted to ask clearly, but was stopped by his wife.

"An An hasn't slept well in the past few days, don't go over and disturb her, let her sleep well."