The three old men each had hostility towards each other, and they were inseparable from Song Youran.

Song Youran was puzzled how things were going to be like this.

She turned her head to look at Yin Yueze. Yin Yueze looked deep and unmoved. The cigarette between her fingers was lit and burning slowly, as if she was distracted.

Song Youran, “…”

Isn’t it a pity to waste great time like this?

Think about it, what should I wait, but I still have to wait. Who made these people in front of me be the elders?

Song Youran was lying in the chair, looking at them with one sentence after another, and his eyes were fighting.

Slowly, I fell asleep.

Yin Yueze was originally thinking about the company's arrangements after the holiday, but he turned back to his senses in the middle and saw Song Youran dozing off, extinguishing the cigarette butts that were almost burned in his hand, interrupting the three old men's showing off each other.

"Grandpa, Youran is sleepy, I'll take her to rest."

With a grandfather, everyone who is normal knows it is Mr. Yin, but this time, Mr. Yu snatched it first.

"Okay, go and go."

Mr. Yin glared at him, "That's my grandson!"

"He is still holding my granddaughter!" Mr. Yu was not willing to be outdone.

"Haha." Old Master Yin sneered, "You said it was your granddaughter, would you let her call her grandpa and see?"

Mr. Yu was furious, "She didn't call me grandpa because I didn't let her call her. This makes us seem to have no generation gap and be intimate!"

Mr. Yin opened his eyes, "You don't look like you are intimate, who are you?"

This old man Yu is really enough. He doesn't make any mistakes and wants to show off his strength. He can even say that he can die.

At first, Old Lady Yu could stand on Mr. Yu's side with confidence, but later she could only silently remove her eyes.

This is not her wife, absolutely not, don't get me wrong...

Yin Yueze left with the sleeping Song Youran, and he didn't know anything afterwards.

On this night in the old house, there were no two triangle talismans under the pillow. The dream that had been away for a long time, he remarried Song Youran.

This time, Song Youran dreamed of a tombstone...

It clearly states that the seventh generation head of the Yin family, the tomb of Yin Yueze.

It was cloudy and light rain.

The light-colored mottled marble turned dark under the erosion of the rain, reflecting into her pupils with clear reflections.

She walked up the steps one after another and accurately found the most special piece of the tombstones among the many tombstones.

The eyes were empty, confused, and desperate... which contained all kinds of negative emotions, the only difference.

It's nostalgia.

That touch of nostalgia continued to amplify in all emotions, and eventually occupied her entire eyes.

The black and white photos on the tombstone are familiar and unfamiliar. They are the ones she remembers, but not the one she remembers.

In my memory, he was deep and rigorous, fascinated her countless times, and was gentle and intimate, making her fall into a deep mud and unable to retreat.

But I have never been like this, a cold stone, with a biting temperature that cold into her heart.

She is the only one left in the world, and that loneliness is enough to make people cry in the dark.

She ran in the rain and could clearly see the raindrops passing through her body and landing on the ground, ticking and ticking.

I ran into a group of people who came to pay tribute, including old and young, and children.

Nancheng's face was covered with wrinkles, solemn and calm.

Jerry Yin's waist was straight, and the middle-aged face was as firm as the soldiers.

And Yin Xue...

People from the Tang family, people from the Wei family, people from the Ji family... Jing Lan is still the mistress of the Ji family, and Ji Zihong has grown into a handsome young man...

She passed through their bodies without feeling at all. She wanted to catch Jing Lan and ask why she abandoned her, but just watched her leave from her...

Because she is no longer human.

This dream fell into darkness, like the hell of the infinite, and like the rebirth at the end of life.

In the void, the sound is still surrounding it.

"I am your soul-loving person, follow me."

...

"Youran, Youran."

Yin Yueze looked at Song Youran with cold sweat on his forehead, and his eyebrows were twisted into the character "Sichuan".

Why are you starting to have nightmares again?

He tried her cold little hands and screamed for a few times but Song Youran woke up, and called the family doctor with a calm face.

As soon as the phone was finished, Song Youran woke up and seemed to have been fished out in the water.

She supported her body with her soft arms.

"Yu Ran, are you feeling uncomfortable?"

Yin Yueze stuffed a pillow behind her so that she could lean on it.

A confusion flashed in Song Youran's eyes, "No, I just had a dream."

Yin Yueze said in a deep voice: "I'm calling the doctor. I'll ask the doctor to do a test for you later."

Song Youran nodded obediently, and his hand couldn't help but touch the position of his heart.

When she just woke up, she had a strong palpitations in her heart. She had not recovered yet.

The doctor came in less than a quarter of an hour after receiving a message from Yin Yueze.

I carefully checked Song Youran's body and didn't even let go of her head from head to toe.

The result is nothing wrong. Not to mention the problem, there is no problem in good health and good health.

After the doctor left, Yin Yueze returned to the room and sat on the edge of the bed without saying a word.

Song Youran touched his little head, "What's wrong with you? I'm fine with my health. Shouldn't you be happy?"

Yin Yueze glanced at her, "I'm happy, I'm happy in my heart."

"Aze, don't worry, I just had a dream, I didn't have a good rest, and I was in good health." Song Youran comforted.

That dream is really strange, no, the dreams I have had over the past period of time are very strange.

Especially today, I feel very strong and very close to her emotions. In my dream, she seems to be connected with me, extremely familiar.

It was like... that dream had existed, after her death.

Song Youran thought about it very hard, but she couldn't remember it, so she finally gave up.

She took time to call Bai Yuxi and asked about these strange dreams.

“When did you start dreaming?”

Bai Yuxi also felt strange when he heard this. He was a person who dreamed, both with both of them, and had both of them. Most of them were physically and mentally exhausted and overwhelmed for a long time. This obviously should not appear on Song Youran.

"It's almost two months." Song Youran recalled the time, "At the beginning I dreamed every day, all of which were messy and trivial dreams, but later it slowly took shape and became the same as the real one..."

"Did you dream continuously for two months?"

Song Youran paused and replied: "No."

Bai Yuxi asked again, "Is there a dream in the middle?"

"Well, a friend of mine brought me two talismans. I put them under my pillow and I won't dream."

Bai Yuxi was surprised, "Is it just a talisman to calm the gods?"

"I later asked the old Taoist priests who were a Taoist temple, and it was indeed a talisman of peace and stability." Song Youran affirmed.

Bai Yuxi was quiet for a while before slowly saying: "Have you tried self-hypnosis for this question?"

Song Youran was stunned, and a light flashed in his mind, "Yes, there is self-hypnosis, why did I forget this?"

Bai Yuxi was helpless, "Hypnosis is not omnipotent, of course, sometimes it still has some effect. If you learn hypnosis, you should use it."

Song Youran smiled and thanked, "Thank you for your reminder."

Bai Yuxi didn't care at all, "It's okay, we should have supported each other, but fortunately, the master didn't know. If the master knew, he would probably chase you in the street."

Song Youran said playfully: "I'm not afraid, because he doesn't return to China, I can stay in China until he admits."

Bai Yuxi directly shattered her innocent thoughts, "Youran, don't underestimate your master. No matter how far away others are, they cannot be as good as those who save them. Year by year, year by year, all over the world, who knows when and which one is grateful will emerge."

Song Youran felt it made sense and said, "I think this is no big deal. Uncle Master should not tell the professor. I will treat you to dinner next time we meet."

Bai Yuxi was silent.
To be continued...