Their mouths opened and closed, and they heard the buzzing sound in Song Miao's ears, she shook her head, and her eyelids became heavier and heavier......
The body began to fall."
Poof-" Song Miao fell into the cold and dark deep sea, and those people seemed to be standing on the water, shouting her name anxiously.Through the current, the picture is distorted.In the end, Song Miao's memory stayed on a kind and compassionate face.Alas—there was a sigh and the scriptures."
Shi Tai ......" - Song Miao's heart hurt and she woke up trembling.The man wore a coat over his shoulders and stroked her hair gently, "Awake?"
”"Brother......"
Song Miao blinked slowly, "I seem to have a dream...... but if you want to ask her what kind of dream she had, she doesn't seem to remember clearly.I only remember the Sanskrit scriptures that echo in my head, and the claustrophobic space that makes people suffocate and fear."
Huh?
What was done?
”Huo Yunque played with her fingers, and they were as tender as shallots.His voice was hoarse, and there was a vague tiredness between his eyebrows."
I ......"
Song Miao shook her head, the words were on her lips, but when she thought about it carefully, she couldn't describe anything."
I don't know."
She said obediently."
Heh......"
Looking at her little confused appearance, Huo Yunque rubbed her hair and gently hugged her to sit up, "If you can't think of it, don't say it, it's like this in my dreams." ”"But-" Song Miao muttered, "It feels so real in my dream......
Huo Yunque turned around, poured a cup of warm water and handed it to Song Yao's lips."
You're just too tired, it's still early, and you'll go to bed again?"
Song Miao's head swelled, her mind seemed to be blank, and many memories were fragmented.But her heart was very dull, as if there was a big invisible hand holding a sharp cone, and poking her heart hard.Water quenches thirst and moistens the throat.also let Song Miao slowly organize those broken memory fragments.This is Huo Yunque's room, and the main tone of the room is still cold.The sheets and bedding were arranged in bright colors according to Song Miao's preferences.The plush dolls that can be seen everywhere are ...... in dreams What else is in the dream?
Song Miao began to tremble from her fingertips, her little face was pale, and she gently pursed her lips.It's not normal, she's not normal!
Song Miao knew."
Brother, brother......"
Huo Yunque waited for a long time, and what he waited for was that the little girl raised her little head, revealing a pair of dazed and misty eyes.She asked softly, "Brother, am I sick?"
Here—" she nodded her head, "sometimes it doesn't look like me, like a ......
"madman."
She slumped her shoulders, her tiny body nestled in the big bed, and she looked smaller and smaller."
Will my brother hate me?""
Am I like a psychopath?"
Or is it......
A madman is more appropriate. ”In the past, her parents always said that it was nothing, and her brother also said that he would take care of her for the rest of his life.Every time she woke up, they would only tell her that she had a heart attack.Song Miao never let them worry too much, but she can really realize that she is abnormal......
"I still ......"
She sniffed and wiped a handful of tears in frustration, "I also bit you, I was ...... at that time" The girl had a pale little face, tears were like beads with broken threads, and a wet mark quickly appeared on the quilt.She clutched the corners of the quilt tightly, and her fingertips were white without a trace of blood.