The Evil Wife of the Rebirth of the Shang Family

Chapter 95 The Bad Woman (4)
"Oh?" Wen Jingrong turned over a page of the document and said without raising his head.

"Don't you think that the two of you are doing things that are beyond your age?" Zhang Yi said after taking a sip of wine, looking at the girl not far away.

Wen Jingrong raised his head and looked at the girl who was already sleeping on the table. The sun cast a thin layer of warm mist on her body, bathing the girl in the sun.

It's just that the girl seemed to be sleeping a little unsteadily. Under the bright sunlight, the girl's tightly knit brows and tightly pursed lips could be clearly seen.

Wen Jingrong said something in Zhang Yi's ear, and Zhang Yi nodded.

Soon, there was a sign outside the bar that said it was closed for business today.

Meng Shuixin did not sleep soundly. She even knew that she was dreaming, but she couldn't wake up.

Meng Shuixin tried hard to open his eyes, but his eyelids seemed to be weighed down by a heavy weight, and he couldn't move.

She seemed to be walking under the water, and the sea water was floating around her, and there were reefs rising into the water everywhere, and these strangely shaped reefs were all black.

And when I walked through these black reefs, black vines grew on these towering stones above the sea, and these vines slowly came from the water.

But even at such a slow speed, Meng Shuixin found that his feet seemed to be tied with sandbags, and he couldn't lift them at all. He could only let those black vines wrap him tightly, and he couldn't move. No, I have no strength in my body, but I can't wake up no matter what.

The whole person is in a feeling of being covered with a wet tissue, and wants to breathe, but all the inhaled is wet liquid, not like a dream.

This feeling is too real, so real that it will make people feel scared.

Just when Meng Shuixin thought he was going to suffocate to death in the dark water, suddenly a melodious piano sound rang in his ears.

The sound of the piano slowly and slowly wandered under the entire water, and suddenly, all the black vines wrapped around his body were scattered.

Meng Shuixin finally regained her breath, but found that the self in the dream didn't seem to want to escape, she was walking forward.

More and more mist filled the bottom of the water.

She finally got her wish. Seeing a faint door not far away, the door seemed to have an unusual attraction attracting her, Meng Shuixin took two steps forward.

Very familiar, very familiar route, as if the self in the dream has been here thousands of times.

The slow piano sound lingered in his ears, as if his hands wanted to pull him back, but Meng Shuixin didn't want to go back, as if he had to come back here.

Suddenly, the heavy fog in front of him cleared up, and there was a gate towering high into the sea standing in front of Meng Shuixin, vaguely, about to show its shape.

Suddenly there was a piano sound, and a series of sharp strokes of keys appeared.

Meng Shuixin opened his eyes suddenly, a layer of cold sweat dripped from his head.

The whole person was gasping for breath, as if he desperately needed a lot of air.

Meng Shuixin looked at the table with panic in his eyes.

What did she just see? !

All the heads on the gate were bleeding from seven orifices, men and women, old and young, one after another huddled together and looked at him, disgusting and terrifying.

If it wasn't for the sound of the piano to wake him up, would he also become one of the heads in that gate?
Meng Shuixin took a deep breath, supported his chest, and looked at the source of the piano sound.

There was no one in the whole coffee shop, only the young man on the performance stage, the sound of the piano flowed out slowly, no less than himself, such smooth notes, directly hit the tune in people's hearts, and made Meng Shuixin resound from his previous life The boy who taught himself how to play the piano.

During the darkest days of his life, he was always by his side. Since he appeared because he was imprisoned, will he meet him again in this life?

Meng Shuixin really wanted to meet him, at the very least, he wanted to say thank you to him personally, if it wasn't for him, he would probably have collapsed in the long years.

The sound of the piano slowly stopped, Wen Jingrong stood up, walked up to Meng Shuixin with a glass of white water, and said, "Student Meng Shuixin, you are having a nightmare..."

Meng Shuixin took the warm water and held it between his hands. Is it really a nightmare?

The scene in the dream was too real, as if if one was not careful, he would return there and never come out again.

Wait, why, do you use "back" there?
Really!
Haven't come out of the dream yet? !
"What did you dream about?" Wen Jingrong sat opposite Meng Shuixin, looking at the pale girl and asked.

"The gate of hell..." Meng Shuixin raised his head, looked at Wen Jingrong and said word by word, this young man knows how to use the sound of the piano to pull himself back, does he know something about that dream?
It's just that he didn't expect that the boy just talked and took a sip of water, with a normal expression and a slight smile, and said, "Student Meng Shuixin, have you ever been to hell?"

Meng Shuixin was silent, then shook his head.

"Then why do you think that the thing in your dream is the gate of hell?" Wen Jingrong said.

Meng Shuixin's fists trembled slightly under the table.

have no idea!IDK!

I don't know why I thought that the "door" in the dream was the gate of hell, but just blurted it out, accompanied by the feeling of fear that has not dissipated until now.

The hands in the sleeves were pulled out by the boy standing beside him and held in his hands.

Wen Jingrong's hands are slender, with delicate skin. Holding her, she can feel the warmth from the heart of those hands, which makes people feel at ease inexplicably.

"It was just a dream..." Wen Jingrong's voice seemed to merge with the piano sound in the nightmare just now, which could dispel the haze in his heart.

Meng Shuixin let out a breath, and turned to the window, where it was already raining lightly: "It's raining..."

"En." Wen Jingrong smiled slightly, "Summer is always rainy..."

"Do you know?" Meng Shuixin put his hands on the wet traces on the window and said, "Watching TV dramas these days, there is always a heroine whose name is Xia Tian, ​​and then I I thought, why do I always like to call these two words, there are spring, winter, autumn, why is it called summer alone?"

Wen Jingrong looked out the window, but did not answer the girl's words.

After a while, the girl answered her own question: "Drow is right, not everything in this world will have an answer, right?"

(End of this chapter)