Ying Tianlu thought that his dream that Ying Zijin died due to blood drawing was just a coincidence.

After seeing that nothing happened to Ying Zijin, he put the dream behind him.

After all, it's not really a good memory.

But until these two days, he started to dream again, and the dreams were exactly the same.

Just like the first time, Ying Tianlu couldn't wake up from his dream. He had to watch the entire dream.

"What dream?" Mr. Zhong was very concerned, "Nightmare? Don't be afraid, it's all fake."

When Ying Tianlu heard this, he smiled bitterly: "I'm afraid not necessarily."

He had had dreams before, but they had never been this real.

"Would you like to take some medicine?" Mr. Zhong thought for a moment, "I'll make an appointment with a Chinese medicine doctor to treat you."

Ying Tianlu nodded: "Thank you, grandpa."

He went to the Imperial Capital not only to accompany Mr. Zhong, but also because there was a famous Feng Shui master in the Imperial Capital.

There is a Feng Shui alliance in the imperial capital, which uses "Book of Changes" and Tarot cards.

This Feng Shui master is the leading figure in the Feng Shui Alliance.

Ying Tianlu had already reserved a seat online, and he needed to find this Feng Shui master to interpret his dream.

He didn't believe in these things before.

"Come on, don't think so much, let's watch the show." Mr. Zhong happily turned on the computer and searched for "Accept the Sanctions of the God of Learning!" on Station B.

He has read it dozens of times, but he is still not satisfied with it.

He also specially cut a solo video for Ying Zijin and posted it on his Weibo account.

It has successfully become the one with the highest number of reposts among all his Weibo posts.

Mr. Zhong sends private messages to the program team every day, asking them to produce the second episode as soon as possible.

Ying Tianlu also became energetic and moved a small bench over: "Okay."

**

The Ling family's house is a large courtyard house in the east of the imperial capital.

There are barbecue grills and a series of picnic equipment in the yard, as well as a well and a towering old tree.

It is said that this courtyard is a building left over from the Ming Dynasty, and Lingzhonglou spent a lot of money to buy it.

The ancient martial arts world was isolated from the rest of the world, and Ling Zhonglou would often take Jiang Huaping to stay here.

Ling Mianxi likes to run out, so she also has a special room here.

Ying Zijin's room is next door to Ling Mianxi's.

She glanced at her phone and saw that Yu Xuesheng had sent her the address.

It is a single apartment in the city center.

Fu Yunshen leaned against the door and saw the girl starting to pack things again. He raised his eyelids and said, "No, kid, you finally took a vacation and you are still so busy?"

"I'm going to see someone." Ying Zijin said, "I'll be back in a while."

She will always do what she promises others.

Fu Yunshen's peach blossom eyes narrowed slightly, but his tone was still casual: "Who is it?"

After Ying Zijin packed up his things, he yawned and did not hide it: "Your brother."

Fu Yunshen was slightly startled: "The sound of snow?"

"Yeah." Ying Zijin didn't hide anything, "I'm doing a favor to take care of one of his patients."

Fu Yun raised his eyes lightly: "Male?"

Ying Zijin picked up the bag: "Female."

"Female -" Fu Yun paused deeply, with a relaxed expression, he raised his peach blossom eyes and curled his lips with a smile, "It seems that our Yaoyao is open to both men and women."

Ying Zijin stopped and glanced at him, his hazy phoenix eyes filled with indistinct emotions and a slight mist.

Fu Yun deeply felt something subtle. He straightened up slightly and returned to his serious appearance: "Why are you looking at me like that again?"

Since that day, he seemed to have become increasingly unclear about their children's temper.

Ying Zijin stopped looking at him and walked out of the room with an expressionless face.

I don’t know who is the real man and woman.

It's nice to talk to her.

**

When Ying Zijin arrived at the single apartment, it was already an hour later.

She knocked on the door.

"Miss Ying." Yu Xuesheng quickly came over and opened the door, "Please come in."

He was wearing a white shirt and a pair of gold-rimmed glasses. Although he was in his mid-twenties, he was still as clean and clear as a teenager.

Ying Zijin nodded, put on his slippers and walked in.

In the living room, a young man is sitting in front of the drawing board, holding a brush and painting seriously.

"Her name is Yun Heyue." Yu Xuesheng said, "This is not her real name. She gave herself a stage name after leaving her parents."

Ying Zijin narrowed his eyes and looked over.

The clouds and the moon are very quiet.

Her appearance is indistinguishable between male and female, so it doesn't feel out of place to dress up as a boy.

When Ying Zijin saw her painting, he stepped forward and pointed to a place: "It would be better to decorate it here."

Yun Heyue hesitated for a moment, then picked up the brush and started painting.

After finishing the painting, she raised her head and her dark eyes lit up.

It was like the night was ignited by fireworks, and it was bright for a moment.

"It seems that she likes you very much." Yu Xuesheng smiled lightly, "I went to another hypnotist. She resisted until she turned around and ran away. She was also very scared. She should be aware that he has killed many people."

"No." Ying Zijin said calmly, "I have killed people before."

Yu Xuesheng was not surprised: "The person you killed is a villain, so you should kill him."

Ying Zijin looked at the clouds and the moon, and gradually fell into a trance.

"Miss Ying?" Yu Xuesheng said, "What's wrong?"

"It's okay." Ying Zijin shook his head slightly, "I thought of my brother."

When Wen Tinglan was seriously ill, his condition was actually much worse than that of Yun Heyue.

But Wen Tinglan had her and Wen Fengmian by his side, so he was not so resistant to psychological treatment and recovered quickly.

At this time, Yun Heyue took off the painting, wrote a sentence on the drawing board, and pointed to the gem candy on the coffee table beside him.

Those are four words.

【Sister, eat some sweets.】

"She is twenty this year, but her mental age is only 15 years old." Yu Xuesheng said softly, "Apart from singing, she usually doesn't like to speak. She uses writing and typing to communicate."

Ying Zijin picked up a piece of gem candy and tore off the wrapper.

Yun Heyue then started to draw, and her expression became obviously much lighter.

"I will spend New Year's Day with her." Yu Xuesheng stood up, "I will leave on January 4th. On January 9th, she will have a pre-game interview. If Miss Ying is free, you can go there."

Although Yun Heyue is a personal trainee, he also has two assistants.

Her appearance is no different from that of normal people, at most she is very cold.

If it is revealed that she has mental illness, she may not be able to compete with peace of mind.

"Yes." Ying Zijin agreed, "I have nothing to do. I will go with her."

"Youth 202" officially kicks off in January. The mentors and boy band promoters have been decided, but they have not been announced yet.

During this interview, the instructors will make an initial assessment of the students' abilities to see if they are good at dancing or singing.

The program team and producers will also decide whether to give the trainees more or less footage based on this interview.

If a talent show has few scenes, its popularity will be very low.

Without Yun Heyue, Ying Zijin also planned to go to the interview site.

This time, Chuguang Media invested in "Youth 202".

She went to take a look and calculate how much money she could earn from this investment.

**

On the evening of December 31st.
To be continued...