The Sweet Wife of the Seventies

Gu Lingling felt that she had a long dream. In the dream, she had been running, and she didn't know what she was running. It seemed that something was always chasing her behind.

"Is anyone there?" Gu Lingling stepped barefoot on the stone slab that looked cold. One second before, she was still running, but the next second, she appeared in a bamboo forest, and in front of her was a thatched cottage.

And now she is standing at the door of the thatched cottage.

The moss on the slate makes people feel very cold, but it's strange that she didn't feel cold when she stepped on it.

The room was clean and empty, only with a table in the middle and a box on it. Gu Lingling carefully looked at the room and finally focused on the box.

She was never a curious person. She originally wanted to leave like this, but she didn't know why she couldn't cross the threshold.

"Hello... Is there anyone?" Gu Lingling shouted again.

Reply to her is still the silence around.

Gu Lingling sighed and sat at the table staring at the box.

She knows she is dreaming, but this dream is too real, isn't it?

"Do you want me to open it?" Gu Lingling said to herself.

His hand also stretched out towards the box. Before touching the box, he hurriedly seemed to have a bright light.

"Ling Ling, Ling Ling..." at this time, Gu Ling seemed to hear a voice, a low and magnetic voice like a cello, as if it could make people's ears pregnant.

The deep concern and worry made Gu Lingling turn around to explore the source of the sound.

"Gu Lingling, wake up and stop sleeping." The anxious Cello Sound was constantly transmitted to Gu Lingling's ears, as if it had some kind of magic. Gu Lingling nodded, "well, I wake up, I wake up."

But she still couldn't get out of the door.

What should we do?

Gu Lingling tried again anxiously, but still couldn't get out. "Who are you? What do you want to do?"

Gu Lingling shook her head vigorously.

"Ling Ling, Gu Ling Ling, this is Yang Yunhai. Can you hear me?" Yang Yunhai touched her forehead with his big palm.

His hands were a little cold, and his calloused fingers gently rubbed Gu Lingling's frown, "I'm Yang Yunhai, can you hear me?"

"Brother Yang, brother Yang, help me." Gu Lingling shouted anxiously.

But why couldn't she get out?

Gu Lingling bit her teeth and hit the door hard.

"Ouch..."

A bang.

But Gu Lingling was badly hurt. She frowned and covered her forehead, raised her head sadly, and then found that Yang Yunhai was frowning and covering her nose.

Uh

Did she accidentally bump into Yang Yunhai just now?

"Yang... Brother Yang, are you... Are you okay?" Gu Lingling asked somewhat at a loss.

"It's okay, are you... How's it going?" That hit him just now, almost killing him, but seeing Gu Lingling's small face wrinkled into a ball, it is estimated that she also hurts.

How can Yang Yunhai think that the strength of a comatose little girl or a little girl who can't wake up is so great?

His nose is estimated to be crooked!

"I'm fine." Gu Lingling looked at Yang Yunhai foolishly rubbing his forehead, and the bridge of his nose was already green.

It should have been hit by her just now.

God!

She was embarrassed by herself again.

Every time when Mao was in the most distress, he was caught by Yang Yunhai.