After the top green tea is worn to the love

Meng Zi knew clearly that this was a dream.

A very real dream.

The afternoon sun is warm and warm on the body, which is a good time for sleeping.

In the haze, Meng Ziqing groaned and turned over on the bed, opened his sleepy eyes, the mist in his eyes was still there, his vision was half-clear, but he could tell that this was not a hotel in Tibet.

In a trance, Meng Ziqing saw for a moment that the surroundings had dimmed, and the surroundings, including his own body, were covered with red silk threads.

Blood-red, extremely thin and extremely dense hanging down, soft and resilient, refracting dots in the sun, densely covering the sight.

Like what—like spider silk, crimson spider silk.

A very huge spider web, like a cage, imprisoned her in the center.

But in the next second, Meng Ziqing blinked, as if it was just a hallucination of his own dizziness and poisonous mushroom effect, and the whole room returned to a peaceful and comfortable appearance again.

is this there?

After Meng Ziqing looked around, he had the answer in his heart.

— This is her childhood home.

Different from other children’s pink princess rooms, Xiao Meng’s room is more blue and tender yellow. The child himself is also tender and tender. He likes to wear a tutu skirt to play in his own greenhouse, like a baby born in spring Small flower buds.

Of course, all this came to an abrupt end after her parents had a car accident when she was 15 years old.

How did you dream of being here?

Meng Ziqing paused after rubbing his eyes.

She looked at her hands in surprise, they were short and tender, white and tender.There are soft little meaty pits at the bone joints between the fingers and the back of the hand——

These are the hands of a child.

Meng Ziqing pinched her own face, but didn't hold back her hand, a red mark was left on her hand, and she hissed in pain.

"Is the quality of dreams so real now?" Meng Ziqing rubbed her face and complained.

Adults are not used to being children suddenly, like a child who needs a lot of sleep and the duckling clock in the bedroom just pointed to one.

One o'clock in the afternoon, it's still nap time.

Meng Ziqing gave a hutch, shook his head and endured the sleepiness, climbed down from the bed, and walked to the dressing table that was already regarded as a childhood memory.

The little girl in front of the mirror looked about seven or eight years old, with a naturally lovable face, fair skin and rosy cheeks. She had practiced dancing for two years.

Although she is still small, she has a beautiful figure, her long crow-black hair is lazily draped over her shoulders, like a little swan.

Unlike the noise of other children of this age, every move has a special sense of tranquility.

According to the old man's words, this child is a love of reading at first glance.

Although Meng Ziqing himself did not touch books at all in essence.

In terms of appearance, Meng Ziqing has taken advantage of it since he was a child.

Meng Ziqing looked at the face in front of the mirror, it was very familiar yet strange.

Meng Ziqing possessed her body, looked at her face carefully, and murmured, "As expected of me, I have been beautiful since I was a child."

But why did I suddenly dream of this place?

Meng Ziqing still didn't understand.

Day and night dream.

She never thought about the past, nor would she dream about the past.

"Qingqing, why did you wake up so early?"

When Meng Ziqing was still sitting in front of the dressing table thinking, a knock on the door followed by the sound of opening the door.

Meng Ziqing's body stiffened for a moment when she heard the female voice behind her, and she didn't turn her head.

[Does this dream have to be so real? ! 】

Meng Ziqing was disturbed by this "Qingqing".

When the person who had been dead for nearly ten years suddenly reappeared, Meng Ziqing was a little flustered

and sore eyes.

"Qingqing?"

The woman behind came over, she wasn't angry because of Meng Ziqing's non-response, she just felt a little strange that her daughter woke up suddenly after not sleeping well.

Meng Ziqing was picked up by the woman, no longer willing to face the pretending ostrich, but still met those eyes.

Just like Meng Ziqing's memory, it was a very young face, well maintained, a happy family, a smooth career, no worries, the years did not leave any traces on her smiling face

Not until death.

"Ms. Song, I can't sleep anymore." Meng Ziqing's nose was sore and his voice was muffled. The reason was very straightforward.

She hugged Song Xian's neck and buried her head in it, her movements were as natural as any lazy child who hadn't woken up.

Meng Ziqing was lucky, thankful that he liked to pretend to be mature when he was a child, and called his father Mr. Meng and his mother Ms. Song.

Now, she is holding back her tears.

"Ah—so I couldn't sleep anymore." Song Xian breathed a sigh of relief, and suddenly thought of something, she said gently, "Since I can't sleep anymore, can Qingqing come and do mom a favor?"

Meng Ziqing looked up, "What's the matter?"

Song Xian slowly explained to Meng Ziqing, "Does Qingqing still remember the uncle who had dinner with us half a month ago, the one with beautiful blue eyes, he moved next door to our house now. "

"Huh? What's wrong with him."

When Meng Ziqing heard the blue eyes, his pupils flickered slightly.

"He has a daughter, who is a few years older than Qingqing. This uncle is a very powerful person. Some people hate him very much. He didn't protect his wife and daughter well last week."

When Song Xian said this, she couldn't help but sighed, but she also understood that such things should not be talked about with children.

"When my uncle went to rescue others, he only rescued my sister in the end."

She pinched the head and tail, "Now that sister has no mother, she shuts herself in the room every day, it's very pitiful."

"Sister, she doesn't have any friends. A few days ago, that uncle told his mother that he could take Qingqing to see that sister when he was free."

"Qingqing is not sleepy now, do you want to invite my sister to play in the greenhouse at home?" Song Xian asked tentatively.

Meng Ziqing fell into his own thoughts, blinked his eyes and did not speak.

She was thinking, did this scene really happen in her childhood?

A child's memory begins at the age of two or three, and it is impossible for her not to remember things at the age of seven or eight.

It may be forgotten, but when the scene reappears, it should be remembered.

But she doesn't have it now. Although she feels very familiar, the memory of this incident seems to have been dug out by hand.

Clean without any residue.

weird……

"If Qingqing doesn't want to, then I won't go."

Seeing that Meng Ziqing didn't respond, Song Xian frowned and said, a trace of annoyance flashed in her eyes.

It was she who forgot.

Although her daughter looks like a little angel, she is somewhat independent. Her classmates like to play with her, but she doesn't like to play with them.

Ordinary people would enthusiastically come over to post Xiao Meng Ziqing's cold face, and take the initiative to invite her to do something, but Xiao Meng Ziqing has never invited others.

But just now, she wanted Xiao Meng Xiqing to be more enthusiastic and invite a cold-faced sister who was not in a good state of mind.

There's no need to let his daughter's hot face stick to his cold butt just because his daughter is pitiful, it's a bit wronged for his daughter.

Song Xian thinks...

Although selfish, it is also human nature.

There is no need to wrong yourself because others are pitiful, after all, it is not caused by yourself.

"Qingqing, if you don't want to see your sister, why don't you go to the greenhouse to sketch and paint with your mother?" Song Xian thought of a compromise.

"No..." Meng Ziqing shook his head.

The subconscious mind told Meng Ziqing that she should refuse now, and she should look at the sister who lost her mother. If she didn't go, she would regret it.

And now, she doesn't want to stay with Ms. Song.

So she decided to go with her subconscious mind.

The dream is too real, it wakes up the long-sleeping old friend, confuses people's consciousness, and blurs illusion and reality.

Meng Ziqing was afraid, afraid that he would be addicted to this dream.

In this way, he has been a child of his mother in the dream.

"Ms. Song, I want to go see that sister." The little girl raised her head, her pure black eyes were full of childishness, she was innocent, and there was a smile on her lips, like an expensive lady in a window cabinet. The doll is so beautiful.

"I remember that blue-eyed uncle is very beautiful, and his daughter must be very beautiful." Xiao Meng Ziqing said, nodding seriously, "I like to play with beautiful people."

Meng Ziqing has had this aspect of Yan control since he was a child.

Song Xian was amused, and nodded her nose, "What you said, many students in school are vying to play with you, and you don't play with them because they are not pretty enough?"

"That's right..." Little Meng Ziqing nodded in agreement, she pulled off Song Xian and took her hand, "I don't like to play with them, I like to stay with Ms. Song, because Ms. Song is very beautiful , they are not as good-looking as Ms. Song."

Meng Ziqing began to pull her away, pretending to be impatient, "Let's go, Ms. Song will take me to find my beautiful sister."

Song Xian was completely amused, and while leading her daughter to the next door, she laughed and said these words like "glib is just like your father".

There is also a beautiful villa next door, decorated in a European style, probably because they just moved here. The lawn outside the house is still a bit barren, instead of growing vegetables and flowers like other people's homes, it has become a paradise for young weeds.

——It can be seen that the owner has neglected to take care of it recently.

When they reached the door next door, Song Xian still worriedly told Meng Ziqing a few words.

"If you don't feel comfortable getting along with that sister, come back, don't force yourself to play with her."

"My sister's spirit is rather depressed. When Qingqing plays with her, she should pay attention to her mood."

Ms. Song said so, and she regretted it a little.

Her own daughter is still a baby. She doesn't want her child to be hurt and wronged, but she is also worried about that child of the Qin family.

I am worried that her mental state will deteriorate because of Meng Ziqing's inattentive remarks.

My own daughter is a child, and so is someone else's.

I regret it, and I am a little worried at both ends.

[If I had known earlier, I would not have mentioned this matter. 】

Song Xian had a headache.

But no matter how painful it was, she had already reached the door, and her daughter was still looking at her expectantly, and she had to go in if she didn't go in.

So under Song Xian's guidance, Meng Ziqing watched her chat with the blue-eyed uncle, and then the blue-eyed uncle went upstairs.

After a while, footsteps sounded from upstairs.

Meng Ziqing turned her head when she heard the sound, and slightly opened her eyes wide in surprise.

Afternoon sunlight came in from the window beside the stairs, it was a brilliant golden color mixed with dust and light spots, and the dazzling blinding eyes enveloped the visitor like a veil, and the light was dancing between the strands of her hair. On the armrest, the hair is black and waist-length.

She looks young, but the childishness in her eyebrows and eyes is drowned by gloom, she looks thin, her chin is pointed, her pale cheeks are even more bloodless, but this does not affect her beauty.

Like a butterfly caught in a spider's web, a pale beauty on the verge of death.

The man walked down the stairs, gradually getting closer and closer to Meng Ziqing.

For a moment, Meng Ziqing seemed to see the crimson spider silk wrapped around her body tightly, and it seemed that there was still a glimmer of life, but in reality it was only waiting for the prey to suffocate.

But this is not the most important.

Most importantly, this sister next door——

It's Qin Yue.

The author says:

Here we come...Dream Back Weekly, today is the limited-time version of Mr. Hei Changzhi Xiao Qin.

感谢在2022-07-3000:05:41-2022-08-0119:03:35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 cast the rocket launcher: 1 Xiaojiang;

Thanks to the little angel who threw the grenade: 4 Xiao Jiang;

Thanks to the little angels who threw mines: 2 for Xiao Jiang; 1 for CM and Zhao Ye;