Reborn Ancient Western Europe

Witte is actually very similar to Mrs. Cliff in some respects, and they have the same persistence on certain issues.

For example, if a minor child is at home, one of his parents must be by his side.

Otherwise, home is meaningless.

Witt even took time off work and turned away all his patients in the clinic, which Mrs. Cliff was pleased with.

However, for some unknown reason, Mrs. Cliff actually arranged Werther in Gray's room.

"It's too late to clean up the room now." She said lightly, "Anyway, you haven't seen each other for a long time, so it's just a chance to chat."

After she finished saying this sentence, which was obviously a lie, she left Werther, and turned and left alone.

Gray was speechless. He looked at the person who was wearing a long nightgown, hugged the pillow, and looked at him with a harmless expression, and suddenly felt like sighing.

Werther's nightgown was chosen by Carlotti for him, and it was the same style as Gray's.The background color is sky blue, and there are some irregular white printing and dyeing graphics on the left chest.The nightgown was so long that it covered Werther's ankles, revealing a little bit of white slippers.

Gray never thought that any adult could wear pajamas so cutely?

Werther was still standing there, although he couldn't see any expression.But Gray always felt that he was a little cautious.

Maybe, just like Gray didn't know how to get along with him, he also didn't know how to face his own child.

The bed has been made, and the quilt that has just been dried during the day, with the soft touch of the sun, seems to spread to the entire space.The soft touch of human skin makes people feel drowsy.

Gray yawned, he was a little tired.

"Do you sleep on the inside or the outside?" Gray paused, but still added another name. "Father?"

After he said it, he realized that it was not as difficult as he imagined.

Werther glanced at the bed. The bed was huge and it was placed near the window.He thought for a while, then hugged the pillow, sat on the edge of the bed, and looked up at Gray.

All right, Gray nodded and turned off the lights.

The moonlight was still very bright, so he went to bed and lay on his side.Werther lay down next to him, and he stretched his arms over Gray and closed the curtains.

The room darkened, and the objects were covered with a dark tone.

Half an hour later, Gray turned over and found sadly that he had lost sleep.Moreover, he also clearly felt that Werther might not have fallen asleep either.

Werther turned sideways and touched Gray's arm with his fingers.Gray didn't move, and after a while he felt Werther scratching something on his arm.

Werther's movements were very slow, and Gray felt it carefully for a while before he realized that he was writing words.

"Can't sleep?"

Gray nodded, but realized that Werther couldn't see in the dark, so he let out a "huh".Then he asked in a low voice, "Did I disturb you?"

"No, I always go to bed late."

There are many words in this sentence, and Gray guessed for a long time before finally guessing the meaning completely.He suddenly found this way of talking very amusing, just like when he was in elementary school, the children sitting in the back row would secretly write on the backs of the children in the front row to guess and play.

"Is it because of the clinic?"

Gray stayed in his father's clinic for a while, and was escorted by Carodia, but Werther was so busy at the clinic that he didn't even have time to look at him.So, in the end, Carodia could only give up.

"Sometimes, sometimes it's reading."

"What books are they? Are they all about medicine?"

"Not at all."

Werther scratched some book names on Gray's arm, but the words were too awkward, and Gray couldn't figure out the meaning after working hard for a long time.And Werther was probably very insistent on this, repeating it over and over again.

"...dream... splicing...?"

After another failed attempt, Gray was about to give up. To be honest, he didn't care what the title of such a book was.

Werther finally stopped, and Gray had finally given up.But in the next second, a slightly deep and gentle voice suddenly sounded in his ears.

Gray didn't react for a moment, he asked stupidly: "What?"

"An Analysis of the Infinite Possibilities of Dream Interpretation."

Werther said it again, it was obviously a very cold and uncommon word, but after being polished by his vocal cords, it became as beautiful as an elegant poem.

Regarding Werther's reluctance to speak up, the people of the Tislandi family have passed the stage of anxiety about it.Since everything is fine for him, if he doesn't want to speak, then don't speak, as long as it is his own wish, it doesn't matter.

Therefore, Gray felt a little flattered when he suddenly heard Werther start talking.

And Werther seemed to use language as an auxiliary tool, and after explaining that vocabulary, he resumed his original communication method.

"The book I'm reading recently is very interesting."

Gray originally wanted to ask about the general content of the book, but considering their current communication efficiency, I'm afraid they won't be able to finish talking until dawn.So, he skipped the subject and changed the direction of the conversation.

They went on talking for a while (actually only on Gray's side) until they both started to feel sleepy.

"Go to sleep."

Finally, Werther said softly.

This sentence seemed to have a hypnotic effect, and Gray soon fell into a dreamland.Werther watched him for a while in the dark, then closed his eyes and fell asleep.

Gray didn't know how long he had slept, but when he was woken up, his whole brain was in a state of confusion, and there were stars in front of his eyes.Although his hypoglycemia was very serious, it was the first time that it was so severe.

He was woken up, and the sound of metal rubbing against his ears was unbearable.

After a while, he finally regained consciousness and slowly got up straight from the bed.

The curtains were drawn, the moonlight filled the room, even the windows were opened, and the cool night wind directly blew on Geri's skin.

Gray trembled unconsciously, and Werther immediately wrapped the whole quilt around him.But at this moment, Gray just raised his arm and rubbed his eyes. The vine-like veins on his wrist turned blood-red at some point, exposed to the cold air.

Werther grabbed his wrist violently, and Gray, who was so strong, shuddered in pain.

"Father?" he asked in a daze.

Werther didn't speak, he pursed his lips, and the anger was about to overflow in his eyes.

On the damaged window sill, Yudora was sitting there, looking at them coldly.