Mr.Feng's Belove Wife

In the early summer, I felt that I had been sleeping for a long time, and my body and soul seemed to float up. I didn't know where I was flying. There was a thick fog everywhere.

She subconsciously wants to get rid of the thick fog in front of her. However, before she reaches out her hand, the thick fog in front of her suddenly disperses, and a familiar street comes into view.

She seems to have been to this street, but when did she come?

The seventh day of the summer, full of doubts, floats up and down the street. When I see a familiar little girl, I stop.

This little girl, she also has the impression, has also seen before, the seventh day of summer carefully floats to the little girl in front, carefully examines her facial features, more and more feels, this little girl looks like childhood oneself!

Why did she see herself as a child?

At the beginning of the summer, she was surprised. Suddenly, a scream came into her ears. She looked down and found a woman lying on the ground with blood all over her eyes.

Even though she saw the blood all over her eyes, she subconsciously wanted to escape, but there was a voice in her heart telling her that she should take a closer look at the woman who was lying on the ground and bleeding all over the ground!

"Mommy --" the little girl was about to rush up when she was crying. In the seventh day of the summer, she suddenly felt a pain in her heart, and subconsciously rushed forward. As a result, her transparent body passed through the little girl.

"Mother -" on the seventh day of the summer, I don't know how I suddenly integrated with the little girl. Looking at my mother lying on the ground in front of me, I felt a great sadness and panic.

"Don't leave me, mother, don't leave me..." her tears kept falling, and she cried loudly to her mother who was bleeding on the ground.

"Little girl, little girl?" I don't know who is calling in her ear. At the beginning of summer, she suddenly woke up with a cry of "don't leave me".

She opened her eyes and found that she had another nightmare in which her mother died clearly in front of her. The huge blood seemed so real

"Did you have another nightmare?" Feng Xun reaches out his hand and holds her in his arms. Noticing that her body is still shivering, he quickly pats her on the shoulder and reaches out to her back and forehead. He finds that she is in a cold sweat.

The seventh day of the summer nods silently. Xu is in Feng Xun's warm arms, and the beating heart calms down a little.

"It's just a nightmare, don't be afraid..." Feng Xun kisses her cheek, and is about to get up to help her clean the cold sweat with a towel. As soon as he releases her, she grabs her arm.

"Don't leave me --" the seventh day of the summer, as if he had caught the straw, grabbed his arm and refused to let go. His face looked pale under the dim light.

"I won't leave you, but you're in a cold sweat now. I'll get a towel to help you clean up, so that you won't catch cold again!" Feng Xun took hold of her palm, put it on her lips, and then stroked her hair. He said softly.

On the seventh day of the summer, Feng Xun slowly released his hand. He just went to the bathroom to get a dry towel and pour her a cup of hot water.

Feng Xun helps her wipe the cold sweat on her forehead and body, and puts on a pajama for her again. Then he sits down again, embraces her in his arms, caresses her body, and whispers: "drink hot water to warm up your body!"

Put on a new pajamas, plus a cup of hot water, the seventh day of summer just feel more stable, slowly said: "I just had a terrible nightmare!"

"What did you dream of?" Feng Xun helped her to take away the water cup, sat on the bed, held her, and asked softly, "did you dream about that damned Pedro again?"

The seventh day of the summer shook his head and said with a bitter smile, "it's not Pedro... I dream of myself..."

"Yourself?" Feng Xun eyebrows slightly pick, some surprised to ask: "what do you dream of yourself?"

"To be exact, I dreamt of myself when I was a child, and also of my mother..." at the beginning of summer, I sighed and recalled the situation in my dream. For a moment, I didn't know how to tell Feng Xun, but I kept saying: "I dreamt that my mother seemed to die in front of me, a lot of blood, terrible..."

Feng Xun took her arm and became a little stiff at this moment. After a moment's silence, he dropped a few soothing kisses on her face and asked thoughtfully, "so you just called 'don't leave me' in your dream to your mother?"

At the beginning of summer, he nodded at seven and answered with a low voice. Recalling the blood, his shoulder was still shaking.

Seeing this, Feng Xun felt all kinds of complicated tastes in his heart. He sighed silently, hugged her more tightly in his arms, and kissed the top of her hair. He said in a soft voice: "don't be afraid, it's just a nightmare. I'll be with you..."

"Feng Xun, I always feel that this is not such a nightmare..." the seventh day of the summer shook his head, leaned in his arms, and said in a quiet voice: "I have repeatedly expected my mother to enter my dream, but rarely dreamed of my mother!"

"Because when your mother died, you were still young, so you didn't have a deep impression on her!" Feng Xun explained with a smile.

"I used to think so too..." the seventh day of the summer laughed and said in a low voice, "but now this nightmare reminds me that when my mother left, I might have seen it with my own eyes, but I didn't remember it!"

"As you said, it's just a nightmare!" Holding her small face, Feng Xun said in a soft voice, "you have guilt in your heart. You even think that you killed your mother. That's why you have thoughts every day and dreams every night!"

"But..." in the seventh day of summer, I always feel that something is wrong, but I don't know how to explain my nightmare. Is it true that I have a dream only when I think about it every day?

Because she had been investigating the Rose Cross recently, and wanted to know the cause of her mother's death, so she had such a terrible dream?

"It's still early. Go on sleeping for a while." Feng Xun advised in a low voice that he nodded at seven in the early summer and lay down again.

"In fact, this is my second time to dream about my mother, but the last time was not a nightmare..." the seventh day of the summer, lying in Feng Xun's arms, murmured.

"What was the last dream?" Feng Xun asked with a smile.

"The last time I dreamt that I was a bystander, watching my mother talk to a little girl, I just felt that the little girl in my dream was a little like myself..."

At the seventh day of the summer, I stopped here.

"What's the matter?" Feng Xun saw that she stopped suddenly in the middle of talking and asked with concern.