The strongest dream shuttle

Chapter 162 I know this is a dream

Xia Zhijun saw that the charcoal in the brazier was a little small and was about to go out, so he reached out to pick it up, went outside the house, took some charcoal and put it in, brought it back into the house again, and put it beside Yang Fan.

Yang Fan's mood is extremely complicated at this time, he can't believe that the hero in the magazine who sacrificed himself to save others is doing such a thing in front of him at this moment?
Although this is only in a dream, although everything here is not real.

Xia Zhijun took out a cigarette from his pocket, took one and signaled to Yang Fan, who shook his head and said softly, "No."

Xia Zhijun put the cigarette in his mouth, lit it, took a deep breath, and said slowly, "It's been three years, and no outsider has been here for three years."

"What? Three years?"

Yang Fan asked in surprise.

Xia Zhijun stared straight at Yang Fan with a blank expression on his face. His smoking action made people feel very vicissitudes.

"Three years ago, a tour group came here. After a day of sightseeing, they left by car in the afternoon, but a woman fell asleep at my house and was left behind."

Yang Fan felt very puzzled, what exactly did he want to say?
"After she woke up, she was very scared. It was I who received her kindly and told her about my self-sacrifice to save others." He took a breath and continued, "Later, she slept at my house at night. The next day, my family had a hearty breakfast, guess what it was?"

Yang Fan's heartbeat accelerated rapidly, his eyes were wide open, his mouth opened in surprise and he was speechless.

Seeing his strong reaction, Xia Zhijun just smiled and said, "It's been three years, and I haven't had such a delicious breakfast in three years. I can't forget the taste until now, it's so delicious."

Yang Fan suddenly felt a churning in his stomach. He couldn't imagine whether the breakfast Xia Zhijun was talking about was the one he was thinking of. He seemed to smell a disgusting smell, stench, and stench. He seemed to see a layer of oil floating in the pan. Oil, a nasty layer of oil.

He couldn't believe whether the breakfast Xia Zhijun said was what he thought, and asked casually: "Where is the tourist? Didn't she eat with you?"

Xia Zhijun was taken aback suddenly, his face was full of bewilderment, his eyes flustered left and right, and he said, "Are you asking her?"

Yang Fan nodded.

Xia Zhijun put his hands on top of his head and said thoughtfully, "Let me think about it."

After finishing speaking, he shook his head a few times, then suddenly patted the top of his head and said: "By the way, she didn't eat breakfast, she left, and the travel agency came to pick her up the next day, and she followed the travel agency's car and left."

Yang Fan sighed. Although he didn't believe what Xia Zhijun said, and even felt sick for a while, he wished that the woman was really picked up by the travel agency's car.

Xia Zhijun shook his head suddenly again, and said, "No, no, she didn't leave."

Yang Fan was startled again, and quickly asked, "What happened next?"

"Later?" Xia Zhijun touched the top of his head again, with a funny expression on his face, as if he was concentrating on remembering again.

After that, he suddenly said: "By the way, the car from the travel agency came and asked me if I saw a woman here, and I said no."

"Why? Why did you lie?"

"I lied?"

Xia Zhijun grinned, took a puff of cigarette and said, "I'm not lying."

"You are talking nonsense, you obviously took in that female tourist." Yang Fan was a little agitated.

Xia Zhijun just smiled slowly, looked at Yang Fan, took his last puff of cigarette, put the cigarette butt on the ground and said: "The man asked me if I saw a woman with long hair and wearing a red dress, but that woman Isn't she wearing red clothes and her hair is very long? But she has short hair."

"What happened later? What happened to that woman later?"

"died."

Xia Zhijun said bluntly.

"What? Dead? Why?"

After Yang Fan heard the word "death", he felt an unprecedented fear. This kind of fear is the kind of helpless fear when facing death. He guessed that the woman's death must be related to him, and all three members of his family. , if there is no accident, my ending will be the same as this woman.

breakfast?Will I become tomorrow morning's breakfast?Yang Fan looked at Xia Zhijun in fear. He didn't want to provoke Xia Zhijun, but he was extremely angry. He didn't want to die, but he had already seen despair.

Why don't you wake up from the dream?
This is Yang Fan's only thought at this time.

Xia Zhijun took another cigarette and wanted to put it in his mouth, but Yang Fan stopped her: "Stop smoking, please?"

The smoke in the room has not dissipated for a long time. In the small and dark room, the lamps are not very bright. In addition, the smoke from his smoking made Yang Fan not able to breathe smoothly, so he stopped Xia Zhijun.

But Xia Zhijun didn't listen to him at all, to be precise, he didn't listen to him at all.

He lit the cigarette again, and a puff of white smoke rose from the cigarette butt, and the room was filled with smoke again.

The big black cat also seemed to be choked by the smell of smoke. It stood up, shook its body, glanced at Xia Zhijun a few times, got off the kang helplessly, stuck to the crack of the door, and slipped out through the curtain.

The charcoal in the flower pot is burning vigorously, but the temperature in the room is still low.

Yang Fan felt a helplessness he had never felt before.

Xia Zhijun rubbed his eyes and said, "She's dead, she's sick,"

"Dead? How did she die?"

The words Yang Fan least wanted to hear came out of Xia Zhijun's mouth, and he felt a burst of despair.

Xia Zhijun stroked his neck with his hand, like a knife across his neck.

After that, he said slowly, "That's it, I'm dead."

Yang Fan was startled, his hands trembled helplessly, his lips trembled too, and he couldn't speak.

Xia Zhijun saw Yang Fan's fear, stood up and smiled, waved his hand and said, "Don't you think this is very exciting?"

Yang Fan was speechless, his eyes fixed on one place, and his eyes did not leave for a long time.

At this time, Xia Yuxue opened the door curtain, holding a pair of scissors in his hand.

As soon as he entered the room, he handed the scissors to Xia Zhijun, and then asked, "Are you going to do it tonight?"

Xia Zhijun lowered his head and fiddled with the scissors a few times, looked up at Yang Fan, smiled slightly and said, "Yes, we will act tonight."

Yang Fan was extremely terrified at this time, plus he hadn't slept all this time, he was so sleepy that he couldn't keep his eyelids open.

Xia Zhijun opened and closed the scissors in his hands a few times, and the sound of clicking made Yang Fan suddenly more energetic, or he was much more awake.

He stared at Xia Yuxue who was standing by the door and shouted loudly: "Hey, you know, this is all a dream, it's all your dream, isn't it?"

Xia Yuxue smiled with a creepy smile. He glanced at his father, spread his hands and smiled and said, "I know, everything here is a dream. I, my father, my mother, the house, the farmer, and the fields here are all dreamlike." It's a dream, and you! It's real."

"Since you know, you should let me go back!"

(End of this chapter)