When Bei Ting opened his eyes, it was already the next day, and it was just dawning at this time, and he didn't make a sound, just lying quietly on the couch, his eyes falling on the top of the bed, as if he was in a daze.

Next door is where Ziliang used to live.

"Squeak-"

The door was pushed open, and Beiting didn't move, as if he was settled.

It wasn't until someone came over with ginger soup that he glanced at it, and this glance almost caused Bei Ting's cardiac arrest.

Next to the bed, Ziliang was holding a hot ginger soup and looked at him with a cold face.

"I said you're a big person, why did you make yourself faint? Sure enough, I can't do it without me, and I said that I had broken up, and my face was really big enough. ”

Ziliang counted him angrily, and Bei Ting sat up suddenly, staring carefully at the lively person in front of him.

The look in his eyes changed from sluggish to surprise, and finally he was indescribably moved.

"Ziliang ......"

"Ziliang!"

Bei Ting suddenly woke up, sweating on his forehead, his lips were dry, and he was typically dyed with wind and cold.

Looking at the same place as Fang Cai, there was no one standing there.

The ginger soup that was supposed to be on the table is also gone.

It's all a dream.

Bei Ting sat up and propped his forehead with his hands and buried his face above his knees.

He never knew that the man with broken thoughts was really integrated into his life, so that his sudden departure made Beiting unable to accept it for a while.

He also thought that Ziliang was really back.

Bei Ting slowly raised his head, staring at the light that came through the crack in the door.

There are many people who dream of another person in the middle of the night, and they dream that they are coming back, and in the dream they are smiling at themselves, and in the dream they are accompanying themselves.

But when the dream wakes up, everything is back to normal, and at that time, you will find that even the person who dreamed about it will be happy for a long time.

Because in reality, there is no chance and qualification to see him again, so I pin all my hopes in my dreams.

The same is true for Northern Thunder.

Lift the quilt and stay.

Walk over to the table and sit down, and pour yourself a glass of water.

"Squeak-"

Beiting looked over unexpectedly.

A man in a white robe walked in with a bowl of soup, and hot water sprayed on his face, which made it feel a little more foggy and unreal.

His side face was clear and beautiful, and the familiar face made Bei Ting smile.

Isn't he awake yet?

This dream is still a serial one.

Bei Ting didn't care if he knew it was a dream, just stared at the man's movements.

It's also good to take a second look.

Ziliang put down the bowl of soup and then sat down, but when he looked up, he saw Bei Ting sitting there, his eyes were a little soft, which scared him for a moment.

"Awake?"

Bei Ting raised his eyebrows in surprise, "Hmm." ”

"I ...... I heard you fainted, so ...... So I cooked a bowl of chicken soup with ginger slices in it, and you remember to drink it when you look back. ”

Ziliang's voice was as gentle and nice as before, but he was in a bit of a weak state.

"Are you okay?" Bei Ting suddenly asked.

He cherishes the opportunity to talk to Ziliang in his dreams, because it is no longer possible to chat alive.

Hearing this, Ziliang raised his eyes, and his silent eyes moved, "Of course it's good." ”

"After walking silently for so long, when I find you again, the news of your death comes, do you feel a sense of accomplishment?"

When Bei Ting asked this sentence, there was no trace of anger, as if it was a common gossip.

"I just want to see what happens to you." Ziliang smiled a little scoundrel.

The man in the chair had a slight cold look in his eyes and a ruffian smile, "Oh, so now you are satisfied?" I almost died. ”