The live fortune telling is so accurate that the whole network is waiting to watch.

Soon, Xiao Hei had another sweet dream. In the dream, Yu Beiming took it flying on a sword, and it stood on Yu Beiming's shoulder and ate a fish.

On the ground, a group of little female cats looked up at it, their eyes full of admiration.

All the little female cats were very beautiful, all of them were calico, some had long hair, some had short hair, and there were even a few hairless ones. The hairless ones did not meet Xiao Hei's aesthetic taste, so he mercilessly ignored them and pounced on the other calico cats:

"Meow--"

As expected, there is everything in dreams.

The little girl who was also sleeping seemed to have dreamed of something bad and trembled.

"Forget all the bad things."

Yu Beiming whispered and was about to erase the little girl's memory.

“I told you not to use your spiritual power carelessly anymore!” Sang Feiwan took the lead and tapped the little girl’s forehead, and then those bad memories and nightmares slowly dissipated from her mind.

It stands to reason that such a young child would not have a very deep memory.

But if you have experienced some deep hurt, then even if you grow up and even if the memories fade, it will leave a serious psychological shadow, which will affect your personality and even your future life.

So Sang Feiwan only left her with the memories before she was 2 and a half years old, and all the rest were erased.

It would be even more brutal and simple if all memories were erased.

But thinking of Yu Xiaoying, the mother who was obsessed with her child - Sang Feiwan still retained a warm memory of her biological mother in the child's memory.

Perhaps this memory will fade away with the passage of time, and she may not even be able to remember what her biological mother looked like. But the love of her parents that she once enjoyed will nourish her heart like a silent drizzle.

After waiting for a while, people from the welfare home arrived.

Yu Beiming handed the little girl to them and said, "She needs to sleep for a while and will probably wake up in the afternoon. There's nothing wrong with her body, just a little malnourished. If you're worried, you can send her to the hospital for a detailed examination."

In fact, the little girl still had a lot of external injuries from being abused, and Sang Feiwan had just healed her. He just hoped that from now on, the child could have a brand new start and no longer suffer any pain.

Xiao Liu's cousin is already rushing to the welfare home here. Before long, the little girl will have a new family, new parents, and a new life.

Sang Feiwan and Yu Beiming will also embark on a new journey.

The red sports car was driving on the country road, like a red lightning, breaking up a tragedy.

Maybe there are many misfortunes in this world, but there are always people who come to enjoy the light and bring clarity to this turbid world.

Yu Beiming's car drove to the highway intersection and was suddenly stopped by the traffic police.

"Routine inspection, please show your driver's license and ID card."

When Sang Feiwan heard this, he couldn't help but have a bad feeling in his heart:

Bei Ming said that he learned to drive a hundred years ago, and then lived in seclusion in the mountains, and only came out recently. So, could he be driving without a license?

Even if his outdated skills and "cheating behavior" mean there is no need to worry about safety issues, driving without a license is still illegal and immoral.

Yu Beiming didn't look nervous at all. He first took out his ID card, and then calmly handed over another small booklet.

Then he had time to comfort Sang Feiwan: "Don't worry, I'm not the kind of person who breaks the law knowingly."

Who knew that the next moment, I heard the questioning voice of the traffic police comrade coming from outside the car window: "I asked you to take the driver's license, why did you give this to me?"

Yu Beiming said: "This is my driver's license."

The traffic policeman shook his so-called "driver's license" and asked: "What does a driver's license look like? I have been on duty for so many years, can't I recognize it?"

Sang Feiwan turned around and saw that the driver's license in the traffic police's hand was a small handwritten book with a black-and-white photo of Yu Beiming on it. The words "Beiping City Jingshi Police Department" could be vaguely seen on the faded official seal. The date of issuance was: the seventh year of the Republic of China.

The traffic policeman also found it funny: "Even if you want to make a fake one, you should make it look more authentic. And Beiping? Do you think you are from the Republic of China period?"

The traffic policeman's face darkened and he shouted, "Turn off the engine and get out of the car! I now suspect you of driving without a license and forging state agency documents!"

Even though Sang Feiwan was used to such scenes, he turned away awkwardly at this moment, acting as if to say, "I don't know him, I won't embarrass myself with him."

Yu Beiming obediently turned off the engine and got out of the car, then explained seriously: "I'm sorry, police officer. I've been a little busy recently and forgot to renew my license, but this driver's license is absolutely genuine. It's understandable that you don't know it, but you can't wrongly accuse me and convict me at will. There is no law that stipulates that a driver's license from the Republic of China cannot be used in China."

The traffic policeman was so angry that he laughed, and then called the people nearby to enforce the law together.

So, Yu Beiming's driver's license was passed around among seven or eight traffic policemen:

"A driver's license from the Republic of China? It looks a bit like it, and it looks old."

"Hey, you look like a star. Yu Beiming? Now I remember, you really are a star!"

"Celebrities also have to obey traffic rules and cannot drive without a license!"

"So your driver's license is a prop, right? Using a prop to fool people is simply flouting the law!"

Yu Beiming patiently explained: "This is a real driver's license. Although it is a bit old, it cannot be said to be fake."

There happened to be a cleaning lady nearby, who curiously chimed in: "Did people have driver's licenses during the Republic of China period? There weren't even cars, right?"

Yu Beiming said: "There are cars and driver's licenses. The earliest driver's license was issued in 1918, which was the seventh year of the Republic of China."

The traffic police nodded in agreement: "You have learned a lot about history. But this is not an excuse for breaking the law! The car cannot be driven anymore. Come with us."

Yu Beiming: "..."

In the end, Yu Beiming asked Minister Meng to help him verify the authenticity of his driver's license and got him out.

Of course, for safety reasons, the car cannot be driven anymore.

At a highway service area, the crew's bus and Cypress Demon's RV met.

It was not until then that Cao Zhen woke up. After stretching and getting out of the RV, he saw that everyone had already gathered together.

Everyone else was fine, except Xiao Liu and Pan Mao, who looked listless and as if they had not slept well.

Cao Zhen also asked with great concern: "Director, did you not sleep well? I told you that traveling overnight is harmful to your health, but you refused to listen. That's not right, didn't you say yesterday that you would arrive at the destination by daybreak? Why are you still on the highway?"

Pan Mao said unhappily, "You are so careless. You slept all night and didn't know anything."

Cao Zhen blinked her clear eyes: "What should I know?"

Pan Mao waved his hand and said, "Forget it, forget it. I've signed a confidentiality agreement, so I won't tell you."

He looked left and right, muttering to himself, "Hey, why haven't Miss Sang and Bei Ming arrived yet? Although they will leave later, their sports car is light and fast, so they should be here by now, right?"

"Forget it, there's a restaurant in the service area. Let's go have breakfast first. Let's eat while we wait!"