Professor, your rose has run away

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Cen Weiming's breathing became heavier and heavier, his pale face turned red, and he seemed very uncomfortable.

Jiang Wangshu, who was holding him, also sensed that something was wrong, and touched his forehead with his hand, which almost burned him.

It's hot. Have a fever?

Jiang Wangshu whispered in Cen Weiming's ear: "Weiming, Weiming, can you hear my voice?"

Cen Weiming, who was trapped in a dream, sobbed. He didn't know what frightening thing he had dreamed of, so he bit his lip desperately and refused to say anything.

No matter how insensitive he was, Jiang Wangshu noticed something was wrong, was he sick?

Such a dilapidated villa could not possibly bring good memories to people. Maybe the conspiracy had succeeded since he found the little monster. Why didn't he notice something was wrong?

"cough cough"

why?

You still don't know your own body?

Jiang Wangshu thought to himself, has this become such a waste?

He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, because of too much force, a drop of blood fell on Cen Weiming's face.As if smelling blood, Cen Weiming in the dream struggled harder and grabbed Jiang Wangshu's hand uncontrollably, leaving scratches with force.

Jiang Wangshu snorted: "Hiss"

He weighed the person in his arms, and said in a gentle voice, "Good boy, I'll go back soon, it will be fine, it will be fine."

I don't know whether these words are comforting myself or the person in my arms, the words are very weak.He knows better than anyone what Cen Weiming looked like when he was seriously ill. He only hoped that he still had time to wake up the little monster from his nightmare, even if he would never have the chance to see him again for the rest of his life. After all, he is not I have never done anything that harms myself and others.

Cen Weiming fell into a dream, and his whole body was burned by the scorching fire, making him extremely uncomfortable.

It's so hot it's melting.

He struggled to escape from the chaotic memory, but he couldn't stop the chaotic memory from covering his original memory.So, he chose to jump into the fire, and was almost melted by the fire.

In the flames, something changed in his body.

Cen Weiming escaped from the burning sensation and looked at his body.Plump hands, and shortened height, what's going on?

Me, getting smaller?

The moment he reacted, the fire went out.

Everything in front of me became clear.

It was the same villa, the same garden, but now it was full of life, as if nothing in the story happened.

Is this what it is supposed to look like?

But why am I getting smaller?

I am, have I been pulled into the illusion again?

However, this time my memory was not affected?There is nothing wrong in his mind other than those lingering messy memories, why am I being affected?

As soon as Cen Weiming's fat feet hit the ground, everything in the dream began to move.The servants around him started to move, but no one saw him. At first Cen Weiming didn't know why, but when the person in the dream walked straight through him, he understood.

He is just an idea that appears in the dream. A bystander can only watch and cannot change everything in the dream. Everything here is the reality of the past.

Then, his influence can only be related to all these, let's take a look first.

Jiang Wangshu carried Cen Weiming out of the forest in the villa area, and from a distance, he saw "Xie Wuming" being stepped on by Cen's father, and was kicked a few times from time to time, and then his dear elder brother persuaded him.

Chen Yisheng wiped off the sweat that didn't exist on the top of his head: "My lord, please calm down. If you kill someone, you will go to jail. Now it's a world ruled by law."

Jiang Wangshu: "..."

Baby, wake up and look at your father.

Father Cen caught a glimpse of the future son-in-law who came back with his son in his arms, and kicked "Xie Wuming" beside Chen Yisheng: "Here, tie it up and lock it first, I'll go and see Mingming."

What else could Chen Yisheng do, he could only honestly use his healing hands to tie people up.

Father Cen came over and said, "How is Mingming?"

Jiang Wangshu sighed: "I fell asleep in the tunnel when I found him, and now he has a fever, let Yisheng take him back to the hospital first."

Father Cen: "..." Looking at his dejected appearance, he knows what's going on with you, damn it, as expected, he should have let this "Xie Wuming" go back then.

After finally tying them up, Chen Yisheng saw the two people with bad faces, and Cen Weiming whose face was slightly flushed, and raised his eyebrows: "Asleep?"

Jiang Wangshu put Cen Weiming into Chen Yisheng's arms, tiredly: "Take him to the hospital, the situation is not good."

Chen Yisheng also turned pale: "Are you late?"

Jiang Wangshu nodded, "My lord and I will take this man back, see you at the hospital."

Chen Yisheng checked Cen Weiming's body temperature, and nodded tacitly.

What a crime, a good life has become a mess again.

Jiang Wangshu picked up "Xie Wuming" who was on the ground, nodded at Father Cen, and they disappeared in a blink of an eye.

Afterwards, Chen Yisheng also turned and left.When he reappeared, he was already at the hospital, and his colleagues greeted him one after another when they saw him, and asked him if something happened at home, so he suddenly asked for leave.

Chen Yisheng smiled perfunctorily and went back, called the nurse to arrange a single room, settled the person down, and went back to the office to change clothes.

He sighed, put on his white coat, he had to calmly face the patients and his past doctors, regardless of whether the patients and their relatives were his relatives or not, he had to treat them equally.

As long as there is a factor that threatens the patient, he must isolate it. If Cen Weiming really remembers it and the situation is very bad, he cannot let Wang Shu come over.

Chen Yisheng took off his glasses and wiped them, patted his face and said to himself, don't think about it, you are a doctor, calm down!

In the dream, the garden of the villa was full of laughter.

The servants and gardeners had warm smiles on their faces, and they seemed to be living happily. Compared with the miserable appearance in reality, Cen Weiming really couldn't imagine the reason.

If this dream had anything to do with him, what role did he play in this tragedy?

He knew he shouldn't think about it, his body was trembling and resisting, but he wanted to know the truth, maybe his illness was related to this incident, and he wanted to get better.

Cen Weiming followed the servant into the room, and once the door was closed, the room was dark for a while and soon became bright again.Sunlight poured in through the glass, and the chandelier overhead lit up.

He was finally able to see the picture in front of him. Standing under the chandelier was a couple, holding a newborn baby in their arms. It looks like he just came out of the hospital.

Cen Weiming couldn't see the faces of the two of them clearly, he could only hear their light rain and the cheers of the servants, welcoming the little beings who came to this home.

The husband put his arms around his wife and kissed her on the forehead distressedly: "Thank you for your hard work, we are going home."

The wife smiled happily holding the son in her arms, and reproached: "What nonsense, Ah Shang, this is our child, and we are the ones who have gone home."

The husband coaxed his wife and teased his son by the way: "Yes, the lady is right. Xiaoyu, you see how much your mother hurts you, if you don't fill her well, beat you."

The child was frightened by him and cried.

The husband was sweating profusely coaxing the child again, and the wife smiled even more happily seeing the father and son, and the family will be troubled in the future.

Cen Weiming's eyes were a little hot. This kind of warm scene was his dream. In his memory, although his father and mother loved him, they lacked the warm feeling.

Maybe it's because the love his parents gave him is more guilt. He's just sick, not stupid.

In a normal family, no parents would indulge their children so bottomlessly. Parents are not afraid of being spoiled, and the children themselves are also afraid.

Many times, he wanted to tell his parents that he didn't want this kind of indulgence, just treat him like a normal parent, but he couldn't say it because he was also afraid, just like his parents.

Such a happy family, what kind of offended would they be wiped out, and what identity does he assume.

He was envious when he heard those three familiar names.

Ah Shang, Ah Mu, Mingming... Isn't that the name of their family?

Why, have exactly the same name?

The child in his arms is him?

Why, he doesn't remember having these?

He obviously grew up in the demon world, and has never been to the human world, why?

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感谢在2021-12-0317:03:15~2021-12-0921:48:08期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who threw the mines: Sun promised to have one with the madman;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!