After becoming a villain, I was forced to save the villain

Chapter 543
Ding Bao's memory is not good.

Perhaps because she has been in the task world for a long time, she often suffers from memory disturbances. Sometimes when she wakes up in the middle of the night, when she is in a daze, she will go outside and start dancing.

Because she used to be a world-renowned dancer. After more than 30 years in that world, the woman who always dances is engraved deep in her soul.

Let her think about it deliberately.

Ding Bao couldn't recall any specific events in those few decades.

But when dreaming back at midnight, the soul will control the body to do what it was most familiar with and loved most before.

Diojin is already used to Ding Bao like this.

So his sleep is very shallow, and Ding Bao on the side moves a little bit, he will wake up before her, and then he will gently hug her back to sleep after she finishes what she wants to do.

he knows.

These are all the life that Ding Bao has personally experienced, and they are branded in her bones, which cannot be erased in this lifetime.

Whenever he woke up, Ding Bao couldn't remember what he had done most of the time.

But sometimes she can find some clues, and if she asks Diojin again, the man will tell her honestly.

"You danced last night."

"To bother you."

"No, the dance was beautiful. I also recorded a video, and I will watch it later."

He can always understate these things that ordinary people cannot accept.

"It doesn't matter, as long as you are not sick, I like whatever you become."

Ding Bao is no longer young.

She has lived a normal life for more than ten years.

Diojin's face has also been polished by time, but he likes sports. Looking carefully, he still looks like a mature man in his early thirties. The warmth and softness between his brows and eyes is like a spring breeze wrapped in drizzle.

Ding Bao knows.

He loves himself.

The poodle that always runs in the yard is very old, it gradually doesn't like to run, doesn't like to bark, its appetite has decreased, and the golden hair on its face is covered with a layer of snow white, it is always sleeping , and occasionally went out for a walk with Ding Bao, and the walk was wobbly and extremely slow.

A dog's lifespan is only ten years.

It has worked hard to stay alive.

At dusk that day, Ding Bao was lying on the rocking chair in the yard, the smell of food came from the kitchen next to him, and Dio Jin was preparing dinner.

Ding Bao looked at Bazahei lying on the mat, and patted his leg for the first time.

"Bazahei, come here."

The old dog slowly raised its head, stood up with great effort, and walked to Ding Bao's side wagging its tail.

It can no longer jump on Ding Bao's legs like before.

So this time, Ding Bao bent down and gently hugged it into his arms.

She had never embraced it like this.

But this time, she hugged her tightly.

A hand was still patting its back lightly.

At dusk, the hazy light and shadow were cast on the glass, refracting a luster as bright as a cicada's wing. Ding Bao looked down at Bazahei in his arms. In a daze, it turned into a fleshy boy. Lying in her arms, the flesh on her little face was squeezed into a ball.

"Sister, I want to go home

Sister, I'm so tired
Under the street lights at dusk, I think about her alone

Sister, give me a hug, let me..."

In the singing, Bazahei, who only wanted food, clothing and safety for the first half of his life, now feels unprecedented warmth and peace of mind.

It sniffs Ding Bao lightly, feeling the short life slowly starting the final countdown.

If it could speak, it wanted to speak to her.

In the next life, let me be your younger brother once.

(End of this chapter)