Light rain knocked on the windows, matched with the howling wind and cold temperature, on the contrary, people cherish the warmth of the bed. Qian Jiangyue pulled the quilt and covered his shoulders. Then, he opened his eyes, and the scenes and plots in the dream appeared in his mind, real and illusory, but the excitement and horror in it were truly real, like It's just personal experience.

"These dreams again." He closed his eyes, waited for two seconds, sat up from the bed, and then reached out and picked up the coat on the bedside table and put it on his body. Ideas, maybe these inspirations can still be used." After he got up, he put on his pants, then sat at the desk, turned the dark blue notebook to the middle position, and started to write.

　　 Since he had just awakened from his dream and his memory was clearer, he was struggling to write, and it took him half an hour to write before letting go.

"Huh..." He held up the notebook and scanned the neat handwriting. Although the wording of many sentences is not rigorous, and there are even some typos, it does not affect reading, and stopping to modify will affect his thoughts. Continuity, "It's better to change it so that he doesn't understand it later. Then he continued to lie on the desk and revise the article.

　　 There was a knock on the door, followed by the sound of the door lock turning.

　　 Qian Jiangyue ignored it and continued to modify.

　　 "Xiaoling, it's time for breakfast." A lazy female voice came from behind.

　　 Qian Jiangyue turned his head and looked at the door. A beautiful woman with long black hair was looking inside the door, "I'll go right away, Sister Hongdou."

　　 "Are you remembering those dreams again?" Tang Hongdou opened the door completely and walked into the room.

　　 "Hmm." Qian Jiangyue replied, still immersed in the words before her eyes.

　　 Tang Hongdou walked to Qian Jiangyue and looked down at the boy who had just turned 12, her eyes were full of love and pity. She stretched out her right hand and stroked Qian Jiangyue's hair, but just in this way, she felt satisfied. Her gaze glanced at the pen tip, and suddenly, her gaze was attracted by the content of the article.

"What role does the elder sister play in your dream? The female ghost or the motorcycle rider? Huh?" As she said, her gaze stopped moving. The words "seventh connection" were like powerful magnets. Generally, keep her eyes firmly fixed on the paper.

　　 "Okay, let's eat first." She urged, her voice tense than before.

　　 "Yeah." Qian Jiangyue nodded, but didn't move.

　　 "It's done, well." Tang Hongdou reached out and grabbed Qian Jiangyue's signature pen in Qian Jiangyue's right hand, and withdrew the pen from the latter's hand.

　　 Qian Jiangyue was a little surprised. He looked up at Tang Hongdou and asked, "What's wrong? Hongdou sister, is there anything important?"

"You are still growing body now. If you don't eat breakfast, you won't grow taller." Tang Hongdou said, putting his right hand on Qian Jiangyue's arm, pulling the latter from the chair with a slight force, and then she stood. Behind Qian Jiangyue, put his hands on the latter's shoulders and pushed toward the door.

　　 "Wait, the pen cap hasn't been closed yet." Qian Jiangyue shouted.

　　 "It's okay, I'll cover it later." Tang Hongdou said perfunctorily. When he left the room, he looked back at the notebook, and his eyes showed deep concern.

　　 The two came to the kitchen. At this time, four people were already sitting on the kitchen table.

　　 Qian Jiangyue sat in the empty seat, with a piece of noodles in front of him. The poached egg on the noodles exuded a faint fragrance. He picked up his chopsticks and ate it.

　　 "Xiaoling, did you sleep late today?" Jiang Xinglou, who was sitting in a wheelchair, looked at Qian Jiangyue and asked softly.

　　 "It's hot." Chang Yuan, who was sitting next to Jiang Xinglou, quickly moved his mouth away. Chang Yuan has no hands and needs other people's help in daily life. At this time, Jiang Xinglou is feeding Chang Yuan for breakfast.

　　 "I'm afraid I'm still remembering dreams." The middle-aged man on the right of Chang Yuan said softly, but he was wearing a black cloth band around his eyes, and he seemed to be unable to see. His name was Tao Mo and he was blind.

　　 "Yeah." Qian Jiangyue nodded.

"Your dream is terrible. The bad guys in it are all of us. I'm afraid one day you will take it seriously." To the right of Tao Mo, a boy with a height of 1.2 meters spoke. Although his voice was tender, his tone was the same as that of an adult. Very mature, in fact, his age is indeed not a child, but an adult, named Rong Tian.

　　 Qian Jiangyue shook his head, disregarding Rongtian’s warning, "How come, dreams are dreams, reality is reality, how can I regard dreams as reality."

　　 "No matter what, I still hope you don't have these strange dreams." Rita said again.

　　 "What are you talking about, Odada? How can people control their own dreams?" Jiang Xinglou teased, which can be regarded as helping Qian Jiangyue out of the siege.

　　 "Don't call me Odada!" Rongtian rolled his eyes.

　　 "Uncle Jiang is right, how can I control my dreams." Qian Jiangyue echoed.

　　 Jiang Xinglou glanced at Qian Jiangyue after hearing it, and then reminded him in a very soft voice: "It's brother."

　　 "...Brother." Qian Jiangyue reluctantly said.

　　 Jiang Xinglou was very satisfied, but the movements on his hands were deformed again.

　　 "Uncle Jiang, don't send noodles into my eyes." Chang Yuan spit out, and quickly moved the beginning.

　　 "Hehehe, is it so lively early in the morning?" A gray-haired old man walked in from the door.

　　 Tang Hongdou saw the old man coming in and said, "Dr. Lin is early."

"Uncle Lin." Qian Jiangyue also turned his head to greet ~lightnovelpub.net~ Lin Chen walked behind Qian Jiangyue and gently touched Qian Jiangyue's head, "Let me see. I haven't seen our little boy for a few days. The age has grown a lot taller."

　　 "Can you see this too?" Qian Jiangyue asked back.

　　 Lin Chen laughed, "You eat first, I have something else." After speaking, he turned and walked towards the living room. At this time, Tang Hongdou followed, and whispered a few words in Lin Chen's ear. This scene was seen by Jiang Xinglou and Chang Yuan, and they all focused their attention on Tang Hongdou, while Tao Mo listened intently. Lin Chen looked back at Qian Jiangyue, the kindness in his eyes suddenly became serious, and then he walked quickly outside the house. Tang Hongdou followed him closely.

　　 Qian Jiangyue noticed something wrong with the atmosphere on the dining table. He raised his head, glanced over the four people one by one, and asked, "What's the matter?"

　　 "It's okay." Jiang Xinglou replied.

　　 "Xiaoling." Tao Mo yelled, "Why don't you tell me what dreams you had last night? Don't be too detailed, just talk about it."

　　 "Yes, yeah, your dream is interesting. Tell me about it." Chang Yuan hurriedly replied.

"Hmm..." Qian Jiangyue hesitated for two seconds, "...Well, you didn't show up anyway, it doesn't matter if you tell you directly." Then, he began to recall the dreams and the contents of the notes, and then began with "Rain" .

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