I don't just want to dream about you

Could it all be real?Meng Yihuan's heart was beating fast, she slowly stroked the position on her chest, listening to the beating beat of her heart, she looked at Shen Qinghan with tears in her eyes.

Meng Yihuan swallowed a few mouthfuls of saliva, and finally explained everything that happened now.She clearly remembered that Shen Qinghan said that the person she liked protected her from the rain.

Then the senior sister should like the person who protected her from the rain, not herself.

But if this is really the case, then what is the significance of what the senior sister said to herself now?

It can't be empathy, right?No, no, it's not possible. I'm not a very outstanding person. If I like it, I can't rank myself.

Meng Yihuan's head turned rapidly, and there were extremely fine things passing by. If he didn't react, he didn't think of anything.

Shen Qinghan stared straight at Meng Yihuan, as if he wanted to engrave Meng Yihuan's face in the deepest part of his memory and never forget it.

Shen Qinghan felt that his consciousness was constantly withdrawing from this illusion a long time ago.

It's just that she really wanted to get along with Meng Yihuan so much, she resisted the idea of ​​waking up several times and immersed herself in this illusion.

But when Meng Yihuan said those words, she suddenly felt hopeless, and felt that this illusion was nothing more than that.

So as expected, everything was self-indulgent, and I thought that I had returned to high school, and everything was real.

If everything is true, then I still haven't won Yihuan's heart...

Sure enough, I couldn't hold on to anything.The sadness in the sky was like a mountain pressing down on Shen Qinghan, making her unable to breathe.There was a cry for help in her eyes.

Lover, for you, I am not until death.

Help me Yihuan, I can't stop loving you.

Tears rolled in Shen Qinghan's eyes, and after removing the makeup, there was still a faint layer of pimples on Shen Qinghan's face, making him look extremely haggard.

Before Meng Yihuan could react, she heard Shen Qinghan muttering to herself, "But I have never liked you, Yihuan, as a friend...what should I do?"

At the end of the voice, she couldn't control her crying anymore.Big teardrops slid down his face.

When Shen Qinghan said these words, she in the real world slowly opened her eyes.

"Wake up! Look quickly, doctor, where is the doctor? Call the doctor quickly!" The manager stood up excitedly and rang the bell in front of the hospital bed.

After hearing these words, Meng Yihuan's heart suddenly stagnated, and his heartbeat slowed down by half a beat.An overwhelming pain ran through her mind.

The pain was so great that she couldn't help but squatted down and covered her head.

Why?Why?Even though he was in a dream, he could still feel such real pain.The words Shen Qinghan said before flashed repeatedly in her mind.

It's not a friend's like, what kind of like is that?

The answer is about to come out.

After Meng Yihuan waited for the pain in his brain to subside, he stood up and wanted to show Shen Qinghan that he had the same feelings for her.

But when he stood up again, the surrounding environment changed instantly.

The rain was pattering, turning from light rain to heavy rain. Meng Yihuan was standing on the school playground, but not a single drop of rain hit her.

But it is indeed raining around, the rain is so strange, why can't I get wet?

Where did Shen Qinghan go?

Questions surrounded Meng Yihuan, forcing her to think.

Meng Yihuan looked left and right, and finally saw Shen Qinghan at the far corner of the playground.

"Sister" Meng Yihuan chose to forget about the sudden change in the environment, and hurried to find Shen Qinghan.

Meng Yihuan couldn't bear it anymore, she must tell Shen Qinghan her heart.How could she be willing to let Shen Qinghan cry!

Shen Qinghan sitting in a corner of the school seemed to have been abandoned by the world.The rain drenched her completely, and she sat on the chair with a blank face, her black and beautiful hair was also wet at this time, hanging on her face, listless.

"Senior sister, why are you in the rain! Hurry up and hide from the rain, you will catch a cold like this." Meng Yihuan said anxiously, taking off the coat he was wearing, trying to protect Shen Qinghan from the rain.

But in the next second, Meng Yihuan was stunned, the rainwater penetrated through her clothes and hands, and landed on Shen Qinghan accurately.

"How could this be?" Meng Yihuan looked at his hand with disbelief in his eyes.

My body seems to be transparent, so even though it's raining, I won't get wet.

As if sensing something, Shen Qinghan raised his head, with deep melancholy hidden in his eyes.

She is not Shen Qinghan, or in other words, she is not the Shen Qinghan who gets along with her.The moment Meng Yihuan saw Shen Qinghan's gaze, she suddenly realized this.

The Shen Qinghan she gets along with is not like this, even though she has the same appearance, but Meng Yihuan can be absolutely sure that the Shen Qinghan in front of her is someone she has never been in contact with.

She is not a senior.

But she is Shen Qinghan.

This kind of cognition made Meng Yihuan feel at a loss.She looked up at the sky, and suddenly felt that this world was too strange, which made her feel insecure.

"Is there anything I can do to help you?" When Meng Yihuan was at a loss, she heard her own voice, a very green voice.

As if he finally understood something, Meng Yihuan hurriedly turned his head to look at Shen Qinghan.

Meng Yihuan saw that he was protecting Shen Qinghan from the rain. To be precise, it was him who was in high school at the time.

Meng Yihuan stood there without moving, looking at herself who was protecting Shen Qinghan from the rain.

"The day I met her, I was in a bad mood. It was raining heavily outside, and I sat on a stool in a daze."

"She ran all the way over, panting and stood beside me, and I didn't care. I suddenly found that the rain hadn't fallen on me. I looked up and found that she took off her school uniform to me to block the rain"

"Then senior sister, you like him?"

"no"

"And then what?"

"Then, she found me looking at her, smiled at me, left the school uniform to me, and asked, how can I help you?"

"That's right, it's impossible to like other people at all?"

"I don't want to love anyone else but her"

"But I've never been friends with you... What should I do, Yihuan"

These conversations flashed through Meng Yihuan's mind one by one, and she finally understood who Shen Qinghan said he liked at that time.

She also finally understood why Shen Qinghan would always show up when she needed it.

The reason has always been very simple, because Shen Qinghan has always liked Meng Yihuan from the beginning to the end.

As for herself, what did she do... Meng Yihuan lost control of her emotions and collapsed, she already felt that the Shen Qinghan she knew, the senior she knew, was no longer in her dream.

The rain was getting heavier and heavier, Meng Yihuan squatted dizzy, she watched herself go away at that time.

Suddenly understanding something, Meng Yihuan stood up.

Ever since I dreamed, the seniors I know have always been like this, protecting me and treating me well in every possible way.

I never thought about why.

Why?

Because the senior she knew liked her, recalling what she said at that time, Meng Yihuan had a bold guess. The senior she knew was not the person in this dream, but the person who entered the dream by mistake.

Although this idea is bold and narcissistic, is it possible that in the real world, there is really such a person named Shen Qinghan who has always liked him without knowing it.

Meng Yihuan looked at Shen Qinghan who was sitting on the chair, it was obviously the same face, how could there be such a big difference.

The senior at that time was also a very young girl.

Meng Yihuan tried to touch Shen Qinghan's face, but as expected, his hand passed through Shen Qinghan's face, Meng Yihuan felt that it was too late for him to understand all this, his eyes were red when he was too late, and he would not wait to comfort his own Shen Qinghan.

"Hi, 17-year-old Shen Qinghan, I'm 24-year-old Meng Yihuan, very happy to meet you"

Even if you can't see me.

As if falling into the deep sea, Meng Yihuan was in a daze, the last thing he saw before his closed eyes was Shen Qinghan who raised his head up with his body wet after the rain had passed.

"Didi, Didi"

Meng Yihuan forgot to turn off the alarm clock on her mobile phone. She opened her eyes, feeling sore and exhausted from sleeping, fumbling with her mobile phone, she turned off the alarm clock.

After waking up, Meng Yihuan hadn't recovered yet, her eyes were dull looking at the room...

Tears fell down drop by drop unconsciously, at first he didn't realize that he was crying, but when he realized, Meng Yihuan pressed his hands to his eyes, large drops of tears slid down his arms.

I don't know why I was crying, but I couldn't control my emotions and cried bitterly, as if I lost some most important treasure.

The things in the dream began to be quickly cleared and forgotten by the brain the moment she woke up.

Meng Yihuan cried until she almost fainted, but she couldn't remember why she was crying.From time to time, there were a few birdsong outside the window, and the cloudless sky was still clear.Everything is as it used to be.

As the phone rang, Meng Yihuan picked up the phone from the table in a daze.

"Hey, are you coming out to play today?" The caller was the girl who went to school with Meng Yihuan before.

"Do not...."

The girl continued on her own, "Did you watch the news today? The female celebrity I mentioned to you earlier woke up."

"No" the voice was hoarse.Meng Yihuan still couldn't control the grief in her heart.Although she didn't know what happened, she felt that she seemed to have forgotten something very important.

"What's the matter with you? Why is your voice so hoarse? Could it be a cold?" The girl finally came to her senses.

"It's just been sleeping for a long time." Meng Yihuan couldn't tell the girl what she felt in her heart. She didn't even know why she was like this, so how could she tell others.

"Then you have a good rest. Don't worry too much about the final grades." The girl said a few words of comfort and hung up the phone.

The author has something to say: The sorrows and joys of human beings are not interlinked, female students only worry about failing