There is a young woman in this restaurant.

She is the daughter of the shopkeeper, the Great Zhou Empire is enlightened, and the people do not reject women from showing up, so when she is a little older, she works as a bookkeeper in her own restaurant.

She only collects her brother's account, and other people's accounts have their own junior two to settle.

However, she doesn't take the account of the little brother, the little brother has no money, even if he has money, he pretends to have no money, so she can't collect the account of the little brother.

But the little brother has other skills to offset the debt.

He can give her a sweet dream.

In the dream, she is no longer the daughter of a merchant, she is a princess, peerless, and countless people fall for her.

She is a princess, she can be willful, she can do what she wants.

In dreams, she could even be an empress.

Isn't there a female emperor in the Great Dragon Empire?

People always like to dream, no matter what position they are in, no matter what position they are facing, they want to dream.

Just like how many wives a man takes, he will always have two fewer women, a white rose and a red peony.

Roses are his homecoming, and peonies are his dreams.

This woman has no dreams, only desires.

That princess's desire.

So the little brother became her dream.

Now, she stands behind the counter, looking at her dreams, with a gentle smile on her face, pampering another woman.

The maiden became a woman the moment she learned to be jealous.

This is the most wicked woman.

There's always a pot of hot stock boiling on the stove at the counter to add water to a hot pot.

And the girl, who had just become a woman, picked up the broth that boiled with her anger and walked straight to Xiaoyu.

Xiaoyu saw a pair of very beautiful eyes. I also saw one of the ugliest faces.

People become vicious because of their viciousness. The red lips will also grow fangs.

The woman rushed towards Xiaoyu with an irrepressible hatred with a boiling broth, as if with all her strength, splashed the pot of bubbling thick pulp on her.

"Bang!" snapped his fingers, and the picture was like a lake where stones flew by, causing ripples.

Xiaoyu woke up from her dream and saw that warm and warm smiling face.

"From now on, I will protect you. The little brother said.

"Who is she?" Xiaoyu did not wake up from the nightmare.

"It's nobody, it's just a dream. The little brother said.

Xiaoyu's face slowly sank: "No, I recognize her." She is the daughter of the shopkeeper of Tingyulou. ”

She said to herself: "She disappeared on Chinese New Year's Eve last year, and she said that she eloped with her lover. ”

She was still saying, "Listen to the rain building...... It is called this name because the shopkeeper there has an umbrella for listening, and when the rain falls on this umbrella, you can hear the beautiful melody. ”

"You're sleepy and need a break. The little brother was still warm and soft-spoken.

But Xiaoyu couldn't feel the warmth from this delicate face. Instead, a chill ran from his back, his heart pounding, and each blow felt like a hammer blow.

"Don't ......," she struggled, but her throat couldn't make a sound.

"You're sleepy, go to sleep. ”

The surrounding scenery began to blur, and everything in front of him was dissolving.

Everything is again reduced to nothingness.

Suddenly, there was a cold touch on his face.

"Don't!" Xiaoyu screamed and sat up.

Surrounded by a bright splendid Luo bed, and that face that was terrifyingly gentle.

"Are you having nightmares again?"

......

In the gazebo, the little brother poured himself another cup of bitter tea.

After getting used to it, this taste is especially sweet.

The bitter taste is not as difficult as imagined.

The hard part is change. Change habits of everything.

For example, after a little bit of bitterness, after a strong stimulation, you will know its sweetness.

Bitterness and sweetness, like pain and itching, are just a feeling.

And this feeling itself is not good or bad.

It's like crying and laughing, sometimes, you can't tell which one is happier and which one is sadder.

Di Que is the best listener, and if the little brother doesn't speak, he won't interrupt without speaking. Listening to the little brother's story quietly, he seemed to care about the little brother very much, so he listened to this story very seriously.

At this time, the little brother was silent, and he suddenly asked without a beginning: "You like to eat hot pot very much?"

The little brother didn't answer directly, but looked up at the sky, and then said: "The sky in Jiangnan is fickle, sometimes the dark clouds are so thick that they seem to be able to reach out and touch them, but it doesn't rain for a long time. Sometimes the sky is clear, and the rain is heavy. Little did I know it at first, but one day it was overcast, so I went out with an umbrella and it didn't rain for a day. Later, there was an urgent matter at night, and it suddenly rained heavily in the middle of the trip, and I forgot to bring an umbrella. So it drenched all the way. I think about it as if I hadn't been in the rain in years, and I remembered that I hadn't seen a friend in years. ”

"Is that the confidante who gave you an umbrella?" asked Emperor Que.

"I don't have such friends, that story is not mine, it's Xiaoyu's. ”

"What kind of person is your friend?"

"I have a lot of friends who are amazing people, and I'm so ordinary compared to them. ”

"Your talent is anything but ordinary. Emperor Que said.

The little brother smiled, didn't answer his words, just drank another cup of bitter tea. The pain of external objects can often convey the sorrow of the heart.

The emperor seemed to have the ability to read people's hearts, so he asked, "Are you afraid that they will forget you?"

"It's best to forget, and I'm worried about my friends who can't forget me. If you can forget, every day is a new beginning, you say, what a happy thing it is. Therefore, those friends who can't forget me will worry about me and make me sad. I love the rain as much as I love hot pot. If I haven't eaten hot pot for too long, I'm afraid that hot pot will be sad. ”

The old dream is like a window, and it is only half a battle to open it, but the scenery that comes in is a thousand mountains.

The little brother always dared not enter Xiaoyu's dream, that was the hope he left for himself, the hope that was bruised all over his body.

In this world, there are many sad things, and the most poignant is self-inflicted.

"I will protect you. "This is the promise of the little brother.

But Xiaoyu never wanted such a promise.

So later, the little brother hid her in the mountain attic and asked her, "Do you really want to wake up again?"

"It's you, would you like to wake up. ”

"I'm going to wake up. ”

The unspoken sentence was, "Because of you in the real world, I never wanted to sleep." ”

No one knows where the little brother came from, as if he didn't go there.

Xiaoyu decides to sink into a dream and cut off the future.

They are like two of the best fast horses, and when they meet head-on, they will be goodbye forever.

At the beginning of the encounter, they were also like glue, inseparable, the little brother entered her dream, took her to see the imaginary starry sky, and took her to experience the ethereal journey of fantasy. Until one day, he saw her past.

It was a memory she couldn't suppress.

There, another young boy was waiting for her.

The little brother looked at her tearful smile and finally understood that Xiaoyu had never loved herself.

So he quietly retired in the brilliant light curtain, and from the identity of a bystander, he looked at Xiaoyu's unforgettable past.