I am a cat, it is actually the president who came here

Chapter 120
The figure of the man was vaguely familiar, and whenever Song Shushu wanted to lean over to look at it, the mist in front of him would always thicken a bit. After going back and forth like this a few times, Song Xiaoshu, who was very impatient, just let it go.

Whoever he is, it's in her dream now, it doesn't matter what it is, if you can't see clearly, you can't see clearly.

Song Shushu shook his head, thinking nonchalantly.

I don't know if it was affected by her mood, but the whole scene was quietly changing.

Nocturnal roses bloom at some unknown time, crowded and crowded all over the courtyard wall, exuding a faint fragrance in the evening wind, probably in the dream, the brain will consciously find some happy things to entertain itself, those that are not good My memory has become blurred at this moment, and some pretty good old events are staged one after another.

Song Shushu saw several small selves in a trance, sitting on the grass holding the guitar and shaking, and the appearance of rushing to practice the piano before performing on stage for the first time.
so good.
I don't know who sighed, but Song Shushu didn't care. With a thought, a small table appeared next to him. With a slight lift of his wrist, a glass of sake fell into the palm of his hand.

It's strange to say that Song Shushu is not usually considered a good wine, but in this situation, he subconsciously feels that he still wants to drink two glasses of wine.

Drinking happily by himself, Song Shushu looked around at his dream, this feeling was really amazing.Probably similar to the soul floating out to attend your own funeral after your own death?
Song Shushu swallowed a sip of wine in his throat, laughed at his own brain, a little self-deprecating, look at you, even if you make a joke, you have to carry life and death, life is really not sunny at all.

"It's boring to drink alone."

A not-so-unfamiliar male voice sounded, and Song Shushu was caught off guard, almost coughing up the glass of wine he had just drunk.

Song Shushu looked at the sculpture-like man beside him with horror, as if he was playing some wicked game with her.

After the man finished speaking, he became quiet again, and the moonlight fell on the two of them majestically, as if they were here to join in the fun.

The two "looked at each other" for a moment, and when her little patience was about to run out, Song Shushu simply stretched out his hand, ready to "know people" by the feel of his hand

Anyway, this is my dream, so be a rogue if you are a rogue.Song Shushu murmured in his heart to brainwash himself.

I don't know if it's because her hands are too cold or the man's body temperature is too high, but the moment her fingers touched the man's forehead, she was actually a little bit burned by the heat.Song Shushu subconsciously withdrew his hand, but a pair of powerful hands grabbed his wrist.

"Hiss..." Song Shushu struggled a little bit, but was surprised to find that the dream that was changing according to her mind just now was a little out of her control.

She was so depressed that she wanted to swear, this dream was weird from the beginning, but it was still not affected by the master, as if it was a real small space, it was outrageous.

Song Shushu's attitude towards such things that cannot be achieved by manpower is,

Bad~
It doesn't matter, if you want to grab your wrist, just grab it. Don't tell me, these hands are quite warm. Song Shushu, an experienced hand controler, firmly believes that no matter how outrageous his dream is, the hands he created will definitely meet all his aesthetic points.

Don't ask why you are so sure, just ask that this person drank fake wine here, and his mind is already a little unconscious.

The hand that was caught tried to slightly adjust the angle to touch the hand that was holding him. On the one hand, it was because Song Shushu felt strangely uncomfortable in this position, and on the other hand, it was because it was purely boring.

As if coordinating with her movements, that hand slightly relaxed its strength, followed her movements, moved a few times somehow, and changed into a gesture of interlocking fingers.

Song Shushu: OK Ba,

After the small movements in his hands came to an end, Song Shushu moved closer, almost touching his face with the mist covering his body, his eyes rolled, and he showed a sly smile.

The red lips beep slightly, huh~huh~huh~
Hmph, isn't it just a layer of fog?Watch her blow him away!

Originally, Song Shushu didn't have any hope for this move. If this little wind could blow away the damned fog, she would have been blown away when she moved around just now.Her move was also purely malicious.

But what is surprising is that the layer of fog that has been flowing like a barrier has faint signs of breaking open, revealing the scene inside.

A pair of almond eyes widened slightly, watching intently as the mist became thinner and thinner, and familiar faces gradually appeared.

The sharp eyebrows, sometimes cold and sometimes filled with a gentle smile, the last guess in my heart that I didn't want to come true was verified little by little, until the person in front of me showed those iconic amber pupils.

The impact was too great, Song Shushu subconsciously distanced himself from "him".

Just kidding, how could a character like Mr. Ji appear in such absurd dream of hers, and still be treated so frivolously by herself.

No, no, Song Xiaoshu, calm down, that's Mr. Ji, not some casual guy, even in a dream!

After giving himself a few hints in his heart, Song Shushu opened his eyes as if death was at home, God knows how much she wanted to see another cloud of fog, and she didn't expect to make this man disappear, even if it was still a cloud of fog.

The eyes are still the same pair of eyes, and the curvature of the mouth has not changed. No!He, is he laughing?
Song Shushu, whose brain had completely stopped thinking, stared blankly at the smile on his face, not knowing what direction this was going for.

Mr. Ji!How could Mr. Ji, who looked like a perfect man in her mind, come into her dream? !

Song Shushu was taken aback, expressing that he was shocked.

And quickly retracted the little head that was just eager to try.

A force came from her hand, stopping her movements.

As if to show some sense of existence, the rubbing of the skin of the ten fingers brought a real body feeling that made the scalp tingle.

wake up!wake up!Wake up!

Song Shushu wanted to withdraw her hand, but Ji Suishi's big hand firmly clasped hers, and her thumb was still rubbing her tiger's mouth. She could only pin her hopes on the movies she had seen before.

Obviously, it didn't work.

In the dream, Song Shushu was so embarrassed that she could boil water. In reality, the thin layer of air conditioner was tossed by her and fell to the side of the bed. It would not fall off.

Ateng outside the window scratched his head (actually it was just a leaf scratching a branch), and looked at the frowning figure on the bed with the eyes of studying serious academic issues.

"Cough!" Ding Xiaojing, who had turned into a miniature version of the prototype, stood by the window and coughed softly, "She is a girl anyway" so don't be like a pervert and watch other girls sleep here, hey!
"Everything has been delivered, and I've been looking at it for a long time. It's time to go back." Ding Xiaojing persuaded with a good temper, his claws hooked up the vines that were about to fall off the window sill.

Urged, Ateng moved the leaves slowly, very puzzled: "Although this is the first time I have experimented with the Dream Curse, the effect is not so different?"

He was entrusted by Ji Suishi to come over to comfort Song Shushu, and on the way, he also wanted to try out the newly improved Good Dream Curse.Taking advantage of the time when Song Shushu was chatting with Wu Xiuwan downstairs, the two put the leaf depicting the dream spell under her pillow.

In line with the "scientific" mentality of collecting everything and cherishing the results of human experiments, Ateng watched the sleeping person on the bed change from a smiling face to a frowning look, feeling extremely puzzled.

Ateng, known as the little genius of dispensing medicine and drawing spells, was really puzzled: "It shouldn't be."

Ding Xiaojing, who was waiting by the side, didn't have that much patience. His two paws methodically gathered A Teng's vines, and wrapped them all around his body carefully.Only then did he free up space to answer his soliloquy.

Ding Xiaojing glanced at the situation in the house, and then returned to those lovely leaves.

"It's very late today, we have to go back early, or we won't be able to catch up with the curfew. Besides, how long have you become a master, how can you be more knowledgeable than those old guys, this time it's not for us to improve next time."

"But, it's something my benefactor got rid of me, and I want to do it well." Ding Xiaojing couldn't resist Ateng's obedient appearance the most.

"Don't act like a baby." He turned his face away a little angrily, as if he was angry with someone, his face was swollen, and he looked like he should not get close to strangers.

(End of this chapter)