In the early morning, the sun shone on Meng Xiu's body, and the powerful light could not wake up Meng Xiu, who was sleeping in his dream, and Meng Xiu slept on the street all night.

The bird was crowing in the tree, the chicken was crowing in the cage, but Meng Xiu screamed in the dream, "Don't don't, in the dream, Meng Xiu saw the old man and the mysterious power again, and it seems that the source of that power comes from Meng Xiu's heart." ”

Meng Xiu woke up and found that it was that dream again, feeling as if he had an inescapable fate, and he needed to bear the responsibility alone, and he couldn't say the feeling, the people inside were very strange, and he kept calling Meng Xiu's name, and Meng Xiu couldn't extricate himself in the dream, but Meng Xiu was often trapped by this dream, and he slowly got used to it.

Meng Xiu heard many people calling his name in a daze, and the pedestrians on the road asked Young Master Meng, "Young Master, are you okay?"

Meng Xiu said lightly: "It's okay, it's okay, it's okay, it's all gone." ”

Passers-by saw that there was nothing wrong with Meng Xiu, so they slowly dispersed.

Meng Xiu's face was confused, and he really couldn't remember what happened, but as soon as Meng Xiu felt so painful, he knew everything, and Meng Xiu thought to himself, "Who is that mysterious person?

Meng Xiu said to himself, "Forget it, it's an unlucky day, I'm tired, it's boring, let's go home first" Meng Xiu kept talking and talking, it was really boring, and finally decided to go home, after all, if he didn't go home for so long, he was afraid that his father would blame him, and it also made the family worried, especially the little sister at home.

When Meng Xiu leisurely arrived at the door of Meng's house and was about to enter the door, the family said: "Young master is good", that feeling seems to be quite unconvincing, when he was a child, Meng Xiu was often naughty and mischievous and treated the family like a servant, and he didn't take others seriously at all, and the family would always be dissatisfied.

Meng Xiu didn't look dissatisfied and said, "Do it again, be louder"

The family had no choice but to listen to the words of the young master, so he said very hard, "Hello young master", the voice was as loud as thunder in the sky.

"Well, it's good, it's good, it's good, it's good to call it like this in the future" The family members said that they were very happy, and they didn't know how many times they had scolded Meng Xiu, and the family stared at Meng Xiu fiercely.

Meng Xiu hurriedly rushed into the house, and was about to hide secretly, but he happened to pass by the compound and was caught by his father, and his father said anxiously, "Xiu, where have you been, let my father worry about death." ”

At this time, the eldest brother Mengping was also there, it should be discussing things with his father, Mengping saw Mengxiu coming back, and immediately walked over to Mengxiu, Mengping said worriedly: "Fourth brother, where have you been, you made me, my father and Xiaoyu worry about death"

Meng Xiu hurriedly replied, "Hehe, big brother, father, don't worry, I just went outside to play with my friends, it's nothing, don't worry"

The eldest brother smiled and asked, "Shouldn't you be going to the gambling house again?" ”

Meng Xiu was a little panicked, and it was impossible for him to tell the truth to his father, so he lied and replied, "How is it possible, an obedient son like me will never go to any gambling house" At this time, Meng Xiu was a little weak-hearted.

The father relaxed and said, "Since it's okay, Xiu'er, go and see Xiaoyu." ”

"That's right, let's go see my little sister, my little sister has been crying angrily when I haven't seen you for so long. ”

Meng Xiu thought about it, the naughty little sister lost her temper after not seeing her for a long time, and now she should be angry, there is no way that Meng Yu is the person who loves Meng Xiu the most.

Meng Xiu said, "Okay, right away."

Immediately afterwards, Meng Xiu went to the little sister's room leisurely, the figure did not look like a seventeen-year-old boy at all, it seemed to be a little decadent, walking up, his posture was very broken, and he was listless and exhausted, and Meng Xiu had formed a habit.