Eternal life and your favorite

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Chapter13Dream

When my mother died, I was already old enough to remember. When she failed in the hospital rescue, Yan Yongbin cried loudly on the operating table. He stood at the door of the emergency room and looked stupidly at the operating table who would never smile again. Mom, he didn't know what expression to use to face all this, but his heart was beating fast, as if he was struggling to jump out of his chest.

A boy two or three years older than himself came to him with a lollipop in his mouth, and asked him with some disdain and pride, "Are you the son of the woman who died inside?"

The young Yan Shixi stared at him blankly without answering.In fact, he didn't hear what the boy said, his world was the sound of heartbeats, "boom", "boom", "boom".

"My dad said she has a baby in her belly, maybe it's your younger brother or sister."

This time he vaguely heard clearly, but didn't know how to answer.

"My father and my mother said that your mother may have been poisoned to death by someone else."

The boy leaned closer to his ear and whispered.

At that time, he only heard a few scattered words, such as "mother" and "killed", but he couldn't understand them. What he remembered most clearly was the boy's big black pupils and evil smile like a devil.

A few years later, when he came to see a doctor in this hospital, he accidentally saw the boy and remembered those words.

The boy had already forgotten about him, and was just wandering around the hospital impatiently. When he saw children younger than him, he would lean into other people's ears and say some plausible words. After seeing the children being frightened, the corners of their mouths curled up into evil arcs.However, once, a boy shouted "You nonsense", raised his hand and punched him. Seeing the incredulous expression on the boy's eyes covering his eyes, he laughed outright.

After laughing, he began to try to recall the bits and pieces of his childhood.

If you put your heart into it, it is not difficult to find a truth.

He hated Yan Yongbin, who talked about love but didn't care about his mother at all, and Kong Qiongshan, who killed his mother and unborn younger brother. He didn't reach the point of hatred, but he never forgave.Before prescribing Kong Qiongshan, he also thought of Shi'an, that poor little girl, but he had to settle his own affairs before he could care about others.

He never thought that what he did was wrong, but sometimes, his heart beat with pain, as if he was regretting that something was lost and disappeared.

When Ye Zhen woke up, she found a string of Buddhist beads on her left wrist. The shape was simple, the color was smooth and round, exuding a faint fragrance. Putting the Buddha quietly standing in front of the Buddha statue is as calm and stable as devotional worship, which removes a lot of mundane irritability.

"Are you awake?" Third Young Master was sitting next to her, with gentle eyes, and brought a cup of warm water to Ye Zhen's lips.

Ye Zhen sat up and drank all the water in the cup before raising her left hand, "Where did you get it?"

"Yesterday Aunt Ning gave it." The third young master put the water glass away, got back under the quilt and hugged Ye Zhen, "It was said that it was passed down by my grandfather, and my mother just took it down before she got married. She kept it there and only found it some time ago." .I forgot to give it to you last night. Wear it, it can calm your nerves."

Ye Zhen closed her eyes and responded vaguely.

"Sleep, sleep for a while." Third Young Master hugged him with a gentle voice.

Ye Zhen gradually fell into dreamland.

He knew he was dreaming, seeing the dream with third vision.

He saw the past when he was a teenager. He was standing under a tree, wearing a formal black suit with a white shirt inside and no tie. His delicate facial features had not completely faded away from his childishness, and the corners of his lips curled up just right everywhere. The pitch-black pupils had a fine and warm luster, like stars and rain.The pink and purple petals falling in the wind made him look so real, so beautiful like an illusion.

Ye Zhen subconsciously reached out to touch him, but found that she couldn't do anything in her dream.

A little boy dressed in rags stumbled towards the boy's past, his face was dirty and confused, but his big eyes were as clear as a stream, shining with flowing light.

He watched the little boy walk up to Xi, Xi didn't know what to say, and finally hugged the little boy.

Ye Zhen realized that this was her childhood self.

As soon as the picture turned, I saw Xi getting out of the car with the little boy in his arms, and walking into the gate of Yan's house step by step. His eyes were gentle but firm, as if all the difficulties in the world would not stop him from moving forward.

The picture changed again, and he saw his young self sitting on Xi's lap and concentrating on reading the picture album. The third young master's face had almost completely lost its childishness, and his black eyes were bottomless. He took a document and looked at it carefully. , his face gradually turned pale, and his brows frowned, as if he had encountered some difficulty, the most red one just said: "I see."

Ye Zhen wanted to kiss his eyes and smooth the center of his brows, but her young self was still holding on to the album, not noticing the change of mood in the past at all, Ye Zhen wished to slap her back then.

The person who submitted the documents was a young man in his 20s, and he seemed to be in a dilemma, "Then... how to deal with it?"

Xi threw the document on the coffee table with a flat expression, "That's it."

"But," the person the young man looked at turned out to be his young self, "didn't you tell him all this time?"

"When the time comes, he will know." Xi said, lovingly stroking Little Ye Zhen's hair, Little Ye Zhen froze for a moment, put down the album, and kissed Xi's lips.

The young man said nothing more.

Ye Zhen knew him, his name was Yi Yutian, the nephew of the housekeeper Zhong Bo, he lived in Yan's house for a long time, and he would come back to stay for a few days during the holidays.He is also Xi's confidant, regardless of public or private matters, if there is a little something that cannot be made public, Xi will entrust him with it.

He was thinking about what was going on, and the dream changed. Xi was sitting on the sofa, holding a celadon tureen in his hands, and the white smoke was misty. Standing in front of him was Uncle Zhong. She bent her waist and said, "Master passed away, when will Master Ye Zhen..."

"Yutian really told you." Third Young Master smiled and said, "But he is already with me, what do you want him to do?"

Uncle Zhong lowered his head a little, "Third Young Master, you must not make mistakes again and again."

"Then why didn't you correct me when I started to make mistakes?" San Shao asked back.

Uncle Zhong remained silent.

Third Young Master said again, "If he knew about this, how do you think he would choose?"

Uncle Zhong said: "The natural bridge returns to the bridge, and the road returns to the road. I will never be entangled with you again."

Third Young Master took a sip of tea slowly, put down the gaiwan and said, "He definitely doesn't want to do this, so I'll make a choice for him." He looked at Uncle Zhong, "Let him never know about it. "

Suddenly, the dream changed, and Ye Zhen saw the third young master holding the exquisite tureen he used to, sliding the cover gently while saying softly, "If this is the case, let's never see each other again forever." There was no one, so could it be that the person he was looking at was himself who fell into a dream at some point?

Ye Zhen wanted to speak very anxiously, but found that she lost her vocal cords and couldn't speak a word.