I don't just want to dream about you

What Shen Qinghan said was nothing happened, of course something happened, she covered her head, and it was still buzzing, as if she heard someone calling her name, the voice was very familiar, it was her manager.

Fearing that she might be hallucinating, Shen Qinghan thought she met Meng Yihuan's eyes, and suddenly she had a very strange thought, could it be that she wasn't time-traveling?

All of this is just her own fantasy, it is not impossible to think about it this way, Shen Qinghan carefully thought about everything that happened from waking up to now.

It seems to be because of pre-imposition, so she never doubted it, she always thought that she wore it back to high school.

But if you really want to think about it, is she really dead?She still remembered that car accident, it seemed that she was only partially hit on the back of the head, so she shouldn't die.

This kind of cognition suddenly appeared in her mind, and Shen Qinghan panicked subconsciously. If all this was an illusion she woven for herself, wouldn't that prove that Meng Yihuan was just a fabrication by herself? of.

Meng Yihuan didn't know that Shen Qinghan thought so much in just a few seconds, her eyes were full of worry, "Senior sister, are you really okay? Should we go to the hospital to have a look?"

"No, I'm fine." Shen Qinghan shook his head, rejecting Meng Yihuan's proposal.

Her complexion was not very good-looking, and her face looked a little tired and sleepy.

"Are you really okay?" Meng Yihuan was a little worried, and asked again.

"It's really fine, will I lie to you?" Shen Qinghan patted Meng Yihuan's head and said, "Okay, since it's all on holiday, you should go home quickly."

"Anyway, I don't have anyone at home, so I'm not in a hurry to go back. Sister, if you really feel unwell, just tell me and I'll accompany you," Meng Yihuan said.

Meng Yihuan often doubts whether he is really dreaming or whether he has traveled to his high school period. Many things did not happen at that time, but everything has a strong sense of reality.

Thinking of the last time he fell asleep in the equipment room and returned to real life, Meng Yihuan dispelled the idea of ​​guessing.

So I must be dreaming, if not dreaming, how could I be trapped in the dream all the time.

Meng Yihuan has never heard of a person having a dream over and over again, nor has he ever heard of a dream that can be like a series, which can never be finished.

She looked at Shen Qinghan who was smiling at her, and her heart sank.

To be honest, she hopes that all of this is real. She can't even imagine that if she leaves this dream, where will such a gentle and beautiful senior sister go?

Will it be eliminated or disappear in the dream?

Thinking of this, Meng Yihuan felt uneasy.

"Then Yihuan walk with me." Shen Qinghan said with a smile.

They walked out of the school gate. At this time, there was still a lot of noise outside the school. Shen Qinghan held Meng Yihuan's hand intentionally.

She was a little afraid, if all this was really just an illusion woven in her mind, would it prove that in real life, she and Meng Yihuan were still just parallel lines that did not intersect.

She even couldn't help but want to tell Meng Yihuan in advance that the person she likes is Meng Yihuan from beginning to end, but her.

"Sister, where are we going?" Meng Yihuan stood beside the road, turned to look at Shen Qinghan and asked.

"Well, let's go to your house and walk with you for a while," Shen Qinghan said.

"Are you going to accompany me home?" Meng Yihuan asked jokingly.

"Hmm, is it okay?" Shen Qinghan always had a harmless appearance, how could Meng Yihuan say no.

"By the way, senior sister, aren't you in a hurry to go home?" Meng Yihuan asked.

New Year's Day is a rare holiday, everyone should want to go home directly, right?Why does Shen Qinghan look completely indifferent?

Meng Yihuan murmured in her heart, could it be that the senior sister's family is as empty as her own?

Shen Qinghan's expression remained unchanged, he thought for a while and said, "They all have their own families, and it doesn't mean anything for me to go home."

Ah, this, Meng Yihuan feels that she is simply a little expert in stepping on thunder with precision, "I'm sorry, senior sister, I, I, I don't know"

Seeing Meng Yihuan stammering and apologizing to herself, Shen Qinghan's heart became softer. She rarely thought about something or someone in her life, but only Meng Yihuan, she didn't want to miss it.

Because I was shy and shy when I was young, I missed a person I liked very much. It is enough for such a thing to happen once, and I finally have a chance to make up for it. How could I be willing to let go.

"Then since my senior is not in a hurry to go home, would you like to come to my house?" Meng Yihuan sent out an invitation. Anyway, it's not interesting to stay at home alone, so it's better to bring my senior to play with me.

"Is it okay? Won't you disturb your uncle and aunt?" Shen Qinghan was a little moved. She really wanted to know everything about Meng Yihuan, but when she thought that Meng Yihuan's family members might be at home, she retreated a little.

She is not ready yet, so she will meet her parents so early.

"Of course, my parents are not at home."

Meng Yihuan was actually still worried about Shen Qinghan almost fainting just now, thinking that if Shen Qinghan came to his home, he could still make a cup of brown sugar water for her.

She thought that Shen Qinghan had relatives here, and the hypoglycemia caused the dizziness just now.

"Then it bothers me"

Meng Yihuan's home is a classic two-bedroom and two-living room. The house is not too big, but because his parents are not at home, it looks empty.

The decoration in the house was still the old-fashioned style, and Meng Yihuan still felt a little nostalgic looking at it. She still remembered that after high school, they moved once, and the house was sold.

Knowing that Meng Yihuan would not be staying at school on New Year's Day, Meng's father, who was working out of town, specially found a local housekeeping company to clean up the house one day in advance.

"Senior sister, what do you want to drink?" Meng Yihuan opened the refrigerator, and the ingredients in it gave her a sense of fulfillment.

"Give me a glass of iced milk." Shen Qinghan looked over from the perspective, just in time to see the milk, so he said without thinking.

"Well, let me heat it up for you," Meng Yihuan said.

Looking at Meng Yihuan's busy figure.Shen Qinghan fell into deep thought, if, if all this is really just an illusion woven by himself, then forget about waking up.

Thinking of all the encounters in real life, Shen Qinghan laughed.

No matter what kind of fame and wealth he has, he can't compare to Meng Yihuan.Although it is not good to think this way, it is true that she is the only one I desire.

Shen Qinghan stood up, looked at Meng Yihuan who was waiting for milk in front of the microwave oven, and with a thought, he hugged Meng Yihuan from behind.

"Senior sister?" Meng Yihuan was so frightened that she didn't dare to turn her head to look at Shen Qinghan, but asked softly, "What's the matter? Are you still a little dizzy?"

"Well, I'm so dizzy." Shen Qinghan said coquettishly.She likes this feeling, the feeling that someone can rely on.

"If you feel dizzy, don't stand up, just sit and rest."

The milk in the microwave was ready, Meng Yihuan first helped Shen Qinghan back to his seat, and then went back to fetch the milk.

"It's very hot, blow it on before drinking it," Meng Yihuan reminded.

She always felt that Shen Qinghan was acting like a baby more and more, like a clingy spirit.

Thinking that Shen Qinghan might do these things to another person in the future, an unknown fire arose in his heart.

It was also at this time that Meng Yihuan found out in surprise, was she too emotionally invested in a person who appeared in a dream?

Although I feel that I like her a little bit, but, the conscience of heaven and earth, at the beginning, there is no such jealousy in Meng Yihuan's liking, at most it is a little sour.

It seemed that as the two of them spent more time together, Meng Yihuan's thoughts towards Shen Qinghan became more and more impure.

In real life, she has been single since her mother and fetus, so she doesn't understand what it would be like to like someone.

But now, Meng Yihuan looked at Shen Qinghan who was sipping milk with his head bowed, and there was an unspeakable feeling in her heart. She seemed to understand what it would be like to like someone.

"Is there something dirty on my face too?" Shen Qinghan looked at Meng Yihuan and asked with his head tilted slightly.

"No, why did senior sister ask so suddenly?"

"Because Yihuan just stared at me for a long time, I thought there was something dirty on my face." There was milk foam on Shen Qinghan's lips.

Good guy, I really should have a camera at this time, so that I can take pictures of my senior sister, this is too much tea art photos.

Shen Qinghan's condition improved a lot after drinking the milk, and he started to look at the house with some thoughts.

The layout of the room is very warm, and there are many awards that Meng Yihuan has received since he was a child, on the walls. Shen Qinghan looked at the old awards with a smile on his eyes and brows.

It doesn't really matter whether it's a time-traveling or a predicament we weave ourselves, does it?

As long as we can increase the chances of getting along with Yihuan, it doesn't matter.

"Yihuan, have you ever practiced calligraphy?" Shen Qinghan looked at one of the certificates saying that Meng Yihuan's calligraphy won an award in the city, and asked curiously.

"Oh, that." Meng Yihuan walked to Shen Qinghan's side and said, "I have practiced calligraphy for several years, but I haven't practiced it anymore."

She got that certificate when she was in junior high school, and now that she thinks about it, she still misses it.

"Why don't you practice now?"

"Well, at the beginning I practiced calligraphy for self-cultivation, but later I felt my temper slowed down, so I didn't want to practice anymore." Meng Yihuan would not say that she was too lazy to go.

"It's very powerful." Shen Qinghan watched, the phone rang suddenly, almost no need to guess, he knew it was the driver at home, calling himself.

"I'm going to answer the phone." After Shen Qinghan finished speaking, he moved a little further away from Meng Yihuan before answering the phone and telling him where he was.

"What's wrong?"

"It's nothing, it's my family who called me and asked me when I would go back." Shen Qinghan didn't want Meng Yihuan to know his family background, for fear of scaring Meng Yihuan away.

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