Operation Red Book

"Did I really cry and shout in a dream just now?"

Joshua finished his cookies and Ivy took the empty plate and put it on the tray.

"Yeah, I was sweating from crying." Ivy handed over the pink medicine bottle, "Are you feeling better now?"

"I feel a little uncomfortable, and my heart is blocked and sad."

"Then drink it quickly, it will be fine in a while."

Joshua finished two bottles of potion and the two waited for a while.

"It still hurts." Joshua shook his head.

Ivy bit her lower lip and tilted her head to look at Joshua. She blinked twice and said with sudden realization:

"I understand. This is a psychological factor. Sadness and grief cannot be cured simply by taking medicine."

"So?" Joshua asked.

Ivy moved a chair, moved closer to Joshua, propped up her face and looked at him and said:

"Tell me your dream. Just tell me."

Joshua's cheeks and neck turned red, and he stammered, "No, no, no... No, those are all things from my past. I, I... I've gotten used to it."

"No, this is not a good habit. I am here to take care of you, so of course I have to treat you well."

"Really...there's nothing much to say. It's just a joke anyway."

Joshua lowered his head, his fingers tightly clasped on the quilt in front of him, the fabric of the quilt was wrinkled by him.

"Joshua..."

Ivy softened her tone, grabbed Joshua's hands, and held them tightly to prevent him from taking them away.

She looked into Joshua's eyes carefully and said seriously: "Trust me, tell me all your sadness, and you will get better."

Joshua looked into Ivy's eyes, his black pupils gleaming with a soft light.

He told Ivy everything that happened in the dream, from seeing his parents in the room to Ivy and Hendry fighting on the basketball court.

Ivy listened carefully, not missing any details. Joshua also tried his best to describe his feelings at the time. Although he stumbled a little, he said it all in a coherent manner.

It was completely cloudy outside the window and a light drizzle began to fall in London.

Ivy brought the cups and teapot, walked over to close the window, and came back to pour a cup of hot tea for Joshua.

"I think you are very happy. Well... how should I put it? You are also very lucky."

Ivy poured herself a cup of tea, crossed her legs and leaned back in her chair.

"Why?" Joshua asked in astonishment, "Is this considered lucky?"

"Look, even though your parents are far away, they will send you gifts from time to time, and will try to come back to reunite with you during every holiday."

"When you were wronged and wronged, your grandmother still believed in and supported you. She did not bow to authority, but raised her cane and chased after those who bullied you."

"You met me when Hendry was bullying you... So you are lucky to have met me at that time when I was in a bad mood and easily irritated."

Ivy smiled widely, looking particularly dazzling in the dark room.

"So, from childhood to adulthood, you have been loved and protected by the people around you!"

Joshua listened to every word Ivy said.

The gentle and warm words entered his ears and turned into a deafening roar.

The protective wall in his heart suddenly collapsed, causing his brown pupils to tremble continuously.

"Are you feeling better now?" Ivy asked with a smile.

Joshua took a sip of the hot ginger tea and tears welled up in his eyes again.

His vision blurred and then cleared, and he could feel the hot tears welling up in his eyes, rolling down his cheeks and falling into the teacup.

The tears created ripples in the teacup, spreading out in circles.

Joshua said with a trembling voice, "Yeah, it's really much better."