My Wife Is The Final Boss

Xu Changan walked out of the room, stepped on the soft soil, raised his head and looked at this real dream.

The sky was cleaner than ever, and the warm and soft light shone down, covering the entire island.

The familiar scene in front of him made Xu Changan temporarily ignore the discord in his dreams.

He woke up in the hut and was still practicing calligraphy, so this timeline should be about three years after he was on the island.

"Revisiting the old place...although it's fake."

Xu Changan looked into the distance, and saw a lot of life, a red stone path winding forward from the narrow gate, through the circular high wall, leading directly to the inner courtyard, behind the high wall were blue bricks and red tiles, three or four There are many small buildings.

The most central building is Yun Qian's residence. From Xu Chang'an's angle, you can see the delicate shady window.

Of course, the current timeline is still Yun Qian's boudoir, but in the future it will be his and Yun Qian's room.

According to the time in the dream, Xu Changan, who is still a housekeeper now, lives in the front yard. There are two cypress trees in front of the door. In the middle of the yard, there is a stream drawn down from a hill. You can faintly hear the gurgling water, which is very comfortable. There is a stone table and several The stone bench is set in the very center of the shallow stream.

"Book?"

Xu Changan looked at the stack of books on the stone table, walked over to open it, and found that it was actually a novel he wrote for Yun Qian to practice calligraphy. This should have happened a long time ago. Not fully recognized.

And when she was on the island, Yun Qian didn't read much of what he wrote. She started reading books after going to Beisang City.

A dream is really a dream, and there are violations everywhere, so I can't think about it.

…

Xu Changan looked at the stone bench and the stone table in the center of the stream in front of him, some good memories flashed in his mind, and he couldn't help but twitch his lips.

In the past, when the weather was warm, Yun Qian liked to sit on the stone bench in the stream and wash her feet, while feeling the warm water flowing between her toes, while eating the snacks he made here.

Sometimes I can sit for a whole day in one sitting. If I don't pick her up, my toes will turn white.

At that time, whether it was him or Yun Qian, life was very comfortable, and there was no concept of time.

Xu Changan walked through the courtyard and walked along the path to an exquisite four-story attic. In the distance, a scent of fragrance rose, and the scent of sandalwood mixed with paper and ink made people feel relaxed and happy.

There are many bookshelves, at least dozens of rows at a glance.

This is the collection of books on the island. Xu Changan learned to read and practice calligraphy and his understanding of the world here. Now when he sees it again, he thinks... his wife is really mysterious.

Words are the ladder to the sky.

Most people's homes don't have so many books.

Xu Changan walked up the small building and came to Yun Qian's room.

Although it was a dream, Xu Changan knocked on the door subconsciously.

"Miss."

"…"

There was silence and no one responded.

not here?

Actually not in the room.

Xu Changan originally thought that according to his subconscious, Yun Qian was either resting or basking in the sun in the yard.

He pushed open the door, and as a good smell hit his face, the entrance was a screen, bypassing the screen, Yun Qian's boudoir was exposed in front of him.

Although he hadn't come to live in the boudoir at this time, but because he would come to clean up Yun Qian every two days, Xu Changan was deeply impressed by the layout.

The room is very delicate and has everything that one should have. The embroidered mattress on the couch has beautiful patterns, which is very Yun Qian's personal aesthetic characteristics.

But Yun Qian's boudoir doesn't have so many decorations, the walls are basically empty, only a painting hangs on the bedside, unfortunately, the timing of this painting is not right, because he painted a portrait of Yun Qian is a long time later.

"I used to be an abstractionist..." Xu Changan looked at the unattractive paintings on the wall and covered his face helplessly.

Who exactly gave him the courage to paint Yun Qian's portrait.

Black history.

As soon as Xu Changan thought about it, the painting on the wall disappeared together with the frame.

Lifting the curtain, Xu Changan pushed open the window.

This is the fourth floor, so from the room with shallow clouds, you can see a blue sky in the distance, the sea where the sea meets the sky, and you can see most of the nearby scenery clearly.

It was empty everywhere, and there was no sign of anyone.

Miss Yun... people.

It was hard for Xu Changan to imagine that when he was dreaming, he could not find Yun Qian in his dream.

Could it be that his love for Yun Qian is not that deep.

how is this possible.

Xu Changan's eyes twitched slightly.

At this time, if he took the initiative to control the dream and let Yun Qian appear, Xu Changan would inexplicably feel that he had lost somewhere.

With a thought, he looked not far to the west.

There is a lush bamboo forest in the backyard. If there is any other place on this island that Yun Qian can go according to his idea, there is only there.

One's own dream, of course, must follow one's most basic thoughts.

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Xu Changan looked at the bamboo forest in front of him.

Bamboo is not as odorless as others say. In fact, it emits a fresh and strange smell, similar to the smell of soil mixed with rice after a light rain.

The clear scent of bamboo came to my face, and in front of UU reading www.uukanshu.com were bamboos with the thickness of the mouth of a bowl, towering halfway up the mountain.

Yun Qian often came here with him to escape the summer heat, take a walk or rest. Xu Changan also chopped the bamboo here to make a bamboo chair for Yun Qian.

So after going out, even if Yun Qian lived in Beisang City, she still kept the habit of lying on a bamboo chair to bask in the sun.

Xu Changan looked back now and found that all of Yun Qian's habits were cultivated by him.

So, who are the old couple and young husband who are cultivating whom... Maybe it's really hard to say.

Xu Changan had a few smiles in the corners of his eyes.

They have done many things here, and there are too many memories of him and his wife in the bamboo forest.

Xu Changan's mood suddenly calmed down. If this was his dream, then Yun Qian must be nearby.

If not, there is a problem with the dream.

Xu Changan walked slowly into the bamboo forest, and there was soft light everywhere, cutting the light and shadow into pieces.

"…"

Facts have proved that Xu Changan's confidence is justified, because he really saw Miss Yun in his dream.

Just by the pool not far away.

"?"

After seeing everything clearly, Xu Changan couldn't help but twitch at the corners of his eyes.

It's not what he thought.

I saw a girl with a very good figure, wearing a short skirt and a white ribbon on her head, with her back to him, kneeling barefoot on the soft mud floor, her body was stained with stains, and her hands were holding the sticky mud.

Is this the elegant and glamorous girl Yun like a fairy from his family?

Xu Changan's heart couldn't help throbbing, and he felt that the entire dream world was in a trance for a moment.

Otherwise, wake up.

If Yun Qian knew that in her dream she was actually kneeling and playing in the mud, she didn't know what to think.