With a hook from the gang pet boss, Master Fu fell

A night where the north wind howls.

There was snow.

At the moment, the Song family is full of busy people.

Song Xingyue's body was brought back, and the butler was directing the servants and some helpers to set up the mourning hall.

These ten days.

For everyone in the Song family, it was a torment. Everyone was tormented, especially Song Xingji and Song Xingfeng, who had been carrying out search and rescue work in the mountains with the search and rescue team. After eating and washing, they fell asleep straight away. .

Lin Shuangluo was a person who had never endured hardships. He couldn't eat or sleep well in the mountains for more than ten days, so he rested early.

Song Xingqing, on the other hand, did not go into the mountain with him because of physical problems, but he was much better mentally than them. He lay on the bed and couldn't fall asleep.

He got up, stood at the window, looked at the old house where Song Yu lived opposite, with the lights turned off, hesitated for a while, and finally put on a coat and went downstairs, heading towards the old house.

In the old house.

Quietly.

Song Yu has fallen asleep.

Fu Hanyu didn't sleep on the bed, it was not good to be seen by her family, and he was reluctant to stay too far away from her. The distance next door was very torturous for him.

So he made a compromise, and made a bed on the floor in her room, resting his head on his elbows, quietly and tenderly looking at her peaceful sleeping face in her sleep.

at the very beginning.

She slept soundly and soundly.

She didn't know when it started, and she didn't know what she dreamed about. She frowned slightly, her face was filled with sadness, she sobbed softly, and shouted something vaguely in her mouth.

Fu Hanyu couldn't hear clearly, it was too vague. He went over and lay down in front of her, and saw her forehead, bean-sized beads of sweat rolling down, her small body trembling unceasingly, her mouth was still blurred. Shouting indistinctly: "Don't, don't..."

She has nightmares.

"Yu'er." Fu Hanyu called her softly, grabbed her waving little hand with one hand, and wiped away the tears on her face with the other, coaxing her gently: "Yu'er, it's okay, it's okay, don't be afraid, I'm here, I am here!"

"Don't, don't, please..." Song Yu's tears, like a flood that burst a bank, kept rolling down, the painful and hoarse voice, tearing the pain, with a humble pleading: "Please...don't ..."

"Yu'er, I'm Fu Hanyu, Yu'er, wake up." Fu Hanyu was so distressed that he patted her cheek gently with his big hand, calling her: "Wake up, it's a dream, it's just a dream, just wake up and it will be fine."

What the hell was she dreaming about.

It was the first time for him to see her crying so painfully, sadly, and desperately, as if she had lost something very important.

"Don't!" Song Yu yelled again in heart-piercing pain. He sat up abruptly, clenched his fists, and beat his chest hard, crying out of breath, with unconscious words in his mouth. Muttered: "Little brother, little brother..."

"Yu'er." Fu Hanyu clasped her wrist, preventing her from hurting herself. Watching her cry, her heart ached until she suffocated, but she could only coax her: "It's okay, it's just a dream, don't be afraid."

He is coaxing.

bedroom door.

With a bang, someone violently kicked him away from the outside.

"Yu'er, what's the matter?" Song Xingqing's anxious voice sounded.

next moment.

The others had already reached the bedside.

Before Fu Han could react, he was caught off guard by the collar of his back, and with a heavy sway, he fell off the bed.

His movements were fast and ruthless.

"Fu Hanyu, you bastard, what did you do to my sister?" Song Xingqing was furious, and walked towards him step by step, clenching his fists.

Fu Hanyu frowned slightly: ...

He is Yu'er's elder brother, he doesn't know as much as him.

Song Yu's somewhat slack eyes also slowly focused at this time, staring at the scene in front of him in a daze, watching Song Xingqing punch Fu Hanyu heavily in the face.

"What did you do to my sister?" Song Xingqing shouted angrily.

He had never been so angry. When he came in, he heard her crying, and he was already crazy.

Fu Hanyu looked at him with deep and cold eyes, and said in a deep voice, "Yu'er just had a nightmare."

"Nightmare?" Song Xingqing gritted his teeth angrily, only thought his excuse was extremely ridiculous, pointed at him and sneered: "You lied to..."

"Brother." Song Yu interrupted him, and his chaotic brain finally started to work. He called out to him and jumped off the bed, but his legs were numb and he couldn't control himself. He also fell to the ground, looking a bit Embarrassed.

"Little sister, don't speak up for him. He dares to bully you at home. I'll kill him today." Song Xingqing helped her up distressedly, and turned around to trouble Fu Hanyu again.

This is at home.

He made her cry like this.

He didn't even dare to think about what crazy things he would do after Yu'er married him.

"Brother." Song Yu hugged his leg and explained: "He didn't do anything, I really had a nightmare."

She could feel that her heart was so painful, so uncomfortable, she was panting and suffering, that feeling was like dying, so painful that she didn't want to experience it a second time.

Song Xingqing frowned and looked at her suspiciously.

In a dream, would you cry like that?He could empathize with her pain and pain just by listening to her cry, and his heart clenched into a ball.

"Brother, it's true." Song Yu raised his hand, almost swearing at him.

Song Xingqing met her serious eyes, and then looked at Fu Hanyu coldly. His impulsive emotions finally calmed down, and he chose to believe for the time being.

Song Yu had a nightmare, but she didn't remember at all what she dreamed about, as if she had amnesia as soon as she opened her eyes, all she knew was that she had a terrible and painful dream.

"You've been crying and yelling no, please." Fu Hanyu reminded her, paused, his eyes were slightly cold, with a dangerous gleam: "And... little brother."

Who is that little brother?It can make her feel so painful and uncomfortable in her dream.

She must, care about him very much!

"I don't know, I don't remember at all." Song Yu patted his head in distress. In his mind, there was only a blank about the nightmare.

For the first time, she felt a powerless sense of frustration that she couldn't even control her own dreams.

It was the first time Song Xingqing saw her in such distress, and said distressedly: "If you can't remember it, don't think about it. A nightmare is a nightmare. What's the point?"

Fu Hanyu held her hand and said, "Brother is right, it's just a dream, don't think about it."

Whether he is selfish or a villain, he doesn't want that little brother to appear, whether it is in a dream or in real existence.

"I think I might have forgotten something." Song Yu murmured, pointing to his head.