The hot mist enveloped the entire room, and in the haze, Meng Juntong felt as if he had fallen asleep.

On weekdays, she has been able to meditate instead of her normal sleep rest, but occasionally she falls asleep normally. After all, she is a dreamweaver, and if she wanders away from her dreams every day, she will also feel alienated from her dreams.

When Meng Juntong was young, he always had such a question, that is, Shaohua Dream Weaver people weave dreams for the common people, so who is weaving dreams for them Shaohua Dream Weavers, because many times the inspiration for Dream Weaving also comes from dreams, and where is the source of all this.

Whether it was her father or grandfather, she asked them this question, but the answer she got was that the source of each dream weaver's dream was different, and she needed to find it herself.

After that, at the Purification Platform, Meng Juntong also asked the High Priest of Vena about this question, although the High Priest did not give an ambiguous answer like his father or grandfather, but what he said Meng Juntong has not been able to figure out so far.

The high priest of Vena only said nine words to Meng Juntong: "Tracing its source, endless its source." Where is the source, this question has bothered Meng Juntong for a long time, and over time, she herself will no longer be entangled. In short, it is already a fact that dreamweavers can dream, and it should be that there are some dreamweavers who specialize in weaving dreams for dreamweavers.

Meng Juntong fell asleep with a tired body, and she didn't notice it herself, and unconsciously, the hazy white water vapor around her turned into a faint red. It's just that this kind of red is not gaudy, but it gives people a sense of elegance.

A voice slowly sounded in Meng Juntong's heart: "Little Juntong, little Juntong." ”

Hearing this call, Meng Juntong suddenly opened his eyes, and just a moment before his eyes opened, the world around him swirled, and all the scenes changed.

Meng Juntong suddenly opened her eyes and found that she had actually returned to Shaohua Dream City, she looked at everything familiar around her with some incredulity, but in the next second, she felt that her surprise began to fade quickly, and at the same time, the memory in reality was rapidly fading away at the speed she felt, like the feeling of sinking the memory in the dream into the depths of people's consciousness when she woke up from a dream.

Meng Juntong is very keenly aware of this, in fact, when every dream weaver wakes up from a dream, he will subconsciously use some methods to capture and grasp the inspiration in the dream. Maybe there are not many memories left, but I feel that there will be a lot of them. Especially for the memory of some special events, it will be more profound.

"Juntong, what are you doing in a daze?" A gentle woman's voice came into her ears, interrupting the traction of her efforts to chase and capture inspiration, Meng Juntong came back to her senses and looked at the person who called her, a very familiar face, a particularly kind voice, she opened her mouth, she didn't know what to call her.

"You kid, what's so weird today, Bai Cong asked you to go to Mengze to play, but you didn't go, sitting alone on the edge of the small lake in a daze, is there anything on your mind, do you want to talk to your mother. The woman said very gently.

When the word 'mother' appeared, Meng Juntong's heart seemed to suddenly skip a half-beat, and just when her emotions were about to be further excited and unstable, a fresh breeze blew in her face, blowing away the emotions that were about to surge above her head. So next, the voice of the woman in front of her, her appearance, and the identity of the mother completed a deep integration.

Now this face corresponds to Meng Juntong's identity as a mother.

"Mother......" Meng Juntong was a little rusty and shouted this title, but she didn't realize it, after all, she had hardly shouted this title since she was a child. Nature

"Let's go, your father called you to the study, he has something to tell you. ”

Looking at the beautiful woman in red in front of her, or her mother now, Meng Juntong always felt that something was faintly wrong, but she couldn't say it.

Walking in this yard where he grew up, Meng Juntong would look at some places from time to time, and the whole person looked a little distracted.

"Juntong, why are you weird today. Are you sick. The woman in red was so concerned that she stretched out an arm like a jade lotus root and gently stroked Meng Juntong's forehead.

A cool feeling once again penetrated Meng Juntong's heart and lungs, Meng Juntong only felt that there was a sudden wit in the depths of her soul, she subconsciously shivered, the whole person's spirit was more condensed, and the feeling of the things around her was becoming more and more real, as if she had woken up from a big dream.

Meng Juntong's face regained the smile that he always had in Shaohua: "Mother, I'm fine, what's the matter with my father?"

"It should be to talk about your marriage to Bai Cong, you are not young anymore, and the elders of the Liu family have also come to the house to inquire about this matter a few days ago. ”

Just talking about this, Meng Juntong had an extra memory in her mind, it was the scene where the elders of the Liu family came to the door with Liu Baicong to propose marriage, and she also decided to ignore Liu Baicong from that day on.

From childhood to adulthood, she regarded Liu Baicong as her brother, and her own punching bag, but she never thought that she would be his daughter-in-law one day.

Liu Baicong, as an unborn genius of the Shaohua Liu family, was named a personal disciple by the high priest of Luo Shu in his early years, it stands to reason that it is difficult to find someone more suitable for him in this world, but for some reason, Meng Juntong has always been unwilling to accept this fact.

Hearing this, Meng Juntong's face darkened: "It has to be like this, mother, this is not fair to me or Liu Baicong at all." ”

The woman in red turned her head slightly and looked at Meng Juntong with some confusion: "Girl, why do you think so?"

"Mother, you used to be a Shaohua traveler to the world, and your father also entered the world to weave dreams, looking at the common people, you all chose to walk together and become each other's partners after seeing many people. But Liu Baicong and I, we have grown up together since we were children, and we have had little contact with people around us, let alone the world, and we haven't seen more people, and we don't know if we are each other's lovers, so I said it's unfair for you to help us make decisions like this. Meng Juntong looked at Xiao Xiao seriously and said what he had been thinking all along.

"So, you still want to enter the WTO, and you want to walk in that rolling red dust. ”

Meng Juntong snorted, the two of them had already come to Meng Huaijin's study at this time, and the conversation between the two just now, of course, also reached the ears of the people in the room.

The door was squeaked open, and the handsome Meng Huaijin looked at his wife and daughter, also looking thoughtful.