Chapter 1275: Sweet Dream (38)

Acacia Farm: Sweet Dreams (Waru Alan)

（38）

When the two children returned to school on Sunday afternoon, she began to settle in, and then she had five days of clean and tidy time.

...... Every day, I collect some old things from the children to clean and store, and suddenly there are a lot of empty rooms and cabinets to put them, and I really feel rich. My own room, my parents' room, and the two children's respective rooms, all of them are still the same, and I always feel that one day I will get together again......

Listening to Jie'er's chatter, I walked up and down in the pink slippers prepared by Jie'er, and looked carefully at each room, and there were still so many places that did not fit Feng Shui. I asked, "What about that feng shui book for you?" Now I can't buy it, so I'm going to take it back and enter some key points to insure it.

She smiled apologetically: At first, the child rushed to see it, and the mother wanted to watch it, but I didn't know where they put it......

It's been years, almost ten years. It turns out that I can live in a room that I feel is so unruly.

"Is yoga being practiced?" I asked.

"Yes," she said, "practice by yourself at night, or you won't be able to sleep." ”

"That's good. ”

She looked at me seriously and said, "You're really getting better and better." ”

"That's because you like me," I said, "and you know I like you." ”

"Really? Just psychologically?"

"The reality is that we're all getting old and our skin is losing its elasticity. When we first met, the skin looked similar to the child's current condition, did you notice?"

"Your skin hasn't really changed, but your bones are much stronger than before. ”

My head shook with a bang, and streams of memory flowed through the fields of consciousness...... This body is not his own after all, even if the face is restored to its original appearance, but the skin is someone else's, and even because the bones are someone else's, so although the ID card in 1997 has not expired, the computer does not recognize it, and even a credit card cannot be issued.

But I really don't want to apply for a second-generation ID card like this. I always feel that there should be some chance to restore the original state.

Many times I forget about my body, although this is a body that has grown naturally without any training since I was a child, and it is too far from my own body in flexibility, agility and endurance, but after unremitting exercise, there is no discomfort. What's more, now I live at home, not riding a bicycle through the city every day like before, and I don't need much physical fitness and stamina.

Fortunately, the soul is much lighter than **. I should be thankful that my soul remained in a familiar place, connected with 800 years of memory. Instead of going to a strange world, looking at unfamiliar words and listening to unfamiliar language, it has nothing to do with the things that I remember.

It's just that this soul understands that the original body with 32 intact teeth can become a famous writer. And this body, which currently has only 26 intact teeth, can theoretically only live a mediocre life.

Even if I can only live a mediocre life, I don't want to see the soul who became a junior in college again, I really don't know what her presumptuous will destroy my body into? Maybe there are several caries, right? Or maybe, as my husband said, has already died?

It's better not to get your hopes up and continue to hone this body.