Death Spell

Chapter 204

Early the next morning, the morning light shone through the curtains, dimly illuminating the room.

Tang Song seemed to have just woken up from a hangover. He raised his hand and gently pressed it to his forehead, rubbing his eyes lazily.

How could you be so groggy?

What happened?

sick, taking medicine...

What happened last night, like a movie, played back in her memory bit by bit.

Depressed and hot, I went to take a shower, and then...she kissed Anya, and...

Tang Song opened his eyes abruptly, but saw Anya sitting on the edge of the bed looking at her, recalling those memories just now, Tang Song pursed his lips, his cheeks glowing with warmth.

"Are you awake?" Anya said calmly.

Tang Song nodded, feeling that there was something wrong with Anya's tone, his eyes didn't stay on Anya's face, and he asked the time casually.

"It's only after eight o'clock in the morning, and it's the weekend again. Don't you want to sleep a little longer? I just cooked porridge. I saw that you didn't eat much yesterday. If you are hungry, you should wash up first, have some breakfast, and then sleep for a while? "An Ya's expression was natural. From Tang Song's point of view, it seemed as if nothing had happened.

Tang Song blinked, and looked at her in a daze.

"Did you have a nightmare?" Anya gently reminded, "Last night, I saw that you slept deeply and unsteadily, and I was worried that you were ill. Are you feeling better now?"

Dream?

Tang Song looked away, were those all dreams?

She shook her head, recalling those scenes in disbelief. This dream is too...real, right?

After all, there have been many too real dreams before, which made Tang Song feel uncertain.Is it just because everything around her is so familiar at home this time that she can't tell whether it's a dream or reality?

If it wasn't a dream, the woman in front of her looked indifferent. If those things really happened, would it be like this?

"Hurry up and wash up. I've already filled out the porridge and left it outside to dry. It's ready to eat now." Anya said with a faint smile on her lips.

Tang Song nodded with a sullen brow, and wanted to raise his right hand, but frowned because of the pain on his collarbone. Instead, he touched the pain with his left hand and found that there was a bandage there.

How is this going?

Before she could open her mouth to ask, Anya asked, "Your right arm was injured, and I didn't find it during the inspection yesterday. I smelled blood at night, and I couldn't wake you up no matter what, but pay attention to what happened? "

Tang Song knew the effect of her blood on Anya, and also noticed that something was wrong with him yesterday, otherwise he would not have such a dream for no reason.

Could it have something to do with this wound?

She frowned, trying to recall everything that happened yesterday, the injury on her shoulder... Tang Song seemed to have thought of something, looked at Anya, and suddenly realized: "I bumped into someone before going to take a shower and change clothes after exercising last night. , I didn’t notice it at the time, but now that I think about it, it’s a bit of a problem, the environment was very spacious and there were no people there, normally it wouldn’t bump into me, and after that I felt a little uncomfortable in my right shoulder.”

Anya, who got the answer, just looked at her fixedly, as if she had lost it and found it again, her eyes were indescribably complicated.

"Did something happen?" Tang Song asked a little worried after being watched by her.

Anya regained her composure and shook her head: "Fortunately, I discovered it in time. You were groggy yesterday, which may have something to do with it. Fortunately, you're all fine now. I will accompany you wherever you go in the future."

Seeing her worried face, Tang Song smiled: "Why is she so delicate! You follow me every day, so I don't have to go to work? Then who will take care of this family, what will Ah Qing do?" He went to wash up, but was held in Anya's arms.

"I raise it. I just don't want you to work too hard. I want to lock you by my side and never leave." Anya said seriously, not like a joke at all.

Tang Song was a little dazed, as if he hadn't fully woken up from his sleep, he called out stupidly: "An Ya?"

Anya didn't respond, but deepened the hug.She knew she shouldn't say that, let alone do it.

After all, Tang and Song are human beings, and she has the right to choose her own life.

Tang Song didn't know what happened to Anya, could it be because of her shoulder injury?It was as if the world had changed when he woke up.I never thought that Anya would have such a fearful and fearful side.

It is said that doctors cannot heal themselves, and fortune tellers naturally cannot calculate their own fate.

Tang and Song like the current Anya more than that woman with an indifferent face.

That kind of Anya is too perfect, and there is no such thing as a perfect person in this world.In Tang Song's view, the more perfect Anya is, the less she belongs to this world. She doesn't want Anya to be like this.Tang Song knew that Anya sealed her real self in a box, drifting unintentionally in this world, and she wouldn't be sad if she didn't pay.

If possible, Tang Song would like to be the key to open the box, hoping to see the emotional Anya.

Even if everything that happened last night was a dream, so what?Although it was a dream, that heart was real. She liked being close to Anya, and even more cared about everything about the woman in front of her.

I want Anya to be happy and unrestrained, to live every day with happiness and anger.

Tang Song raised his hand, made the hug deeper, put his chin on Anya's shoulder, and murmured: "I just suffered a small injury, you are like this... I will have to leave when I get old, what are you going to do? ?”

Anya frowned, and she kept a trace of doubt in Anya's heart about what Fengling said.

Because they were hugging each other, Tang Song couldn't see Anya's expression, and said in a low voice with deep brows and shyness: "But I'm quite happy with you like this. Do you know, I had a dream yesterday."

Anya's expression paused, and she regained her composure: "What dream?"

"I dreamed...in this room, with you..." Tang Song pursed his lips: "Be honest with each other."

Anya: "..."

Tang Song looked helpless, wishing to find a place to get in, buried his face in Anya's neck, and whispered: "That dream was so real that I thought it was real. So... I just woke up to see you, I I don’t even know what to do.”

Following her tone, Anya's beautiful lips curled into a curve, and she asked, "Then what if it wasn't a dream?"

The light in the room was just right, and I felt comfortable everywhere I looked, and there was an ambiguous atmosphere everywhere.

Tang Song got up, looking at her calm and elegant face, so attractive, the corners of his lips curled up: "If it's true, you will be responsible to the end."

Anya couldn't help laughing: "Since we are being honest with each other, shouldn't responsibility be a matter between two people?"

I have never seen such an incomprehensible guy before, Tang Song gave Anya a sideways look: "You really don't suffer at all, luckily it's just a dream."

"So, I can understand that you really want this dream to be real?" Anya smiled, observing the changes in Tang Song's expression carefully. Kissed affectionately on the lips, then quickly backed away, and said with a smile: "It's not urgent, let alone I'm still hungry... Go wash up, I'll heat up the dishes." After speaking, Anya smoked left the room.

Tang Song stared at the door, his expression changed several times for a few seconds, and finally he gave a helpless smile, got up and went to the bathroom to wash up.

Anya, who came to the kitchen, was staring at the food in the pot in a daze. She didn't want Tang Song to know that what happened last night was because of the dirty things of the love burial gu.

It doesn't matter if it's a dream.

Listening to the sound of Tang and Song washing up, Anya began to prepare breakfast.

After the two had breakfast, before they had time to clean up, the two mobile phones rang at the same time. Anya was looking at the phone as Le Wenyao, and Tang Song was looking at the phone as Shen Yichen.

Anya answered the phone, and Le Wenyao's clear voice came from the microphone: "Witch, Yan Su said that today the second youngest of the Guo family got married, and there just happened to be an invitation card. I didn't want to go, but I thought you would go too, so let's go together, anyway. All three of their families live in the same courtyard."

Anya nodded: "What time does the wedding start?"

"Because I'm married to a second wife, I didn't make it public to the outside world. We arranged to meet in the afternoon at the door. Remember to dress formally." Le Wenyao reminded.

"Okay, see you later." After speaking, Anya hung up the phone, and raised her eyebrows to see that Tang Song also hung up the phone.

Looking at each other, Tang Song said: "I promised my senior yesterday to attend a wedding, and he will pick me up later."

Another wedding?

Anya took out her mobile phone, clicked on the perpetual calendar inside, raised her hand to do some calculations, and looked at Tang Song with a slightly hooked corner of her mouth: "Are you going to attend the wedding of the three major families?"

Tang Song didn't hear what Shen Yichen said, and shook his head to show that she didn't know either.

"The time is in the afternoon?" Anya asked again.

This Tang and Song can be sure, nodded, and looked at Anya with frown.

"I counted the date. Today is not suitable for a formal wedding, but it is a day for welcoming concubines. Chinese people always pay attention to what to do on what day, and Wen Yao also informed me to attend a wedding. It is the second young master of the Guo family who is marrying the second wife. " Anya laughed.

"You mean, we're going somewhere?"

Tang Song thinks this is too coincidental, right?

"Since I'm attending a family wedding, I need to go back to Yayuan, so we'll see you there later?" Anya walked up to Tang Song, took her hands and rubbed them, and said softly.

Tang Song enjoyed An Ya and her little actions very much, and nodded with a smile: "If it's not a place, I'll give you the address. Come pick me up when you're done, huh?"

Anya likes this woman with a clear mind. Needless to say, she understands many things.

"it is good."

The wedding was scheduled for two o'clock in the afternoon, and around one o'clock, many guests arrived one after another.

Shen Yichen's car was parked at the door, and as soon as it stopped, he immediately unfastened his seat belt and got out of the car, went around to the passenger side, and opened the door for Tang Song.

At the moment when the door was opened, Shen Yichen could feel the eyes of the people around him, and they all fell on Tang Song.She was wearing an exquisite sky blue dress, which set off her crystal clear skin, and her long black hair, because the ends of her hair were slightly curled up and scattered lazily behind her head, she was even more charming.