Dear, Love Me Gently

Chu Mingyang was looking for a chance to save Lu Xiaoxin in the vent above the villa. Who knows, when he just got to the top of Lu Xiaoxin's room, he saw the hypnotist hypnotizing.

His willpower was always strong. Unexpectedly, when he saw the swinging crystal ball, his eyes began to fight and slowly fell asleep.

After falling asleep, he felt that he had been flying and was very ungrounded.

His ears were full of rustling wind. He wanted to open his eyes and see where he was, because he couldn't reach for anything.

The feeling of nothing around him, even his body is suspended.

Chu Mingyang asked himself that he was a very brave man, but at that moment he was afraid.

He felt that he was flying in the sky and there was nothing around him. The only thing waiting for him was the earth. He thought he would be killed, but it was a little woman waiting for him.

Chu Mingyang has all these consciousness, but his body can't move, let alone his body. He can't even open his eyes, as if his body is not his.

Since Chu Mingyang fell on Lu Xiaoxin and was ruthlessly pushed away by the little woman, he lay helpless in the flowers for so long, and the little woman completely ignored him.

After waiting for a long time, I finally heard footsteps. I heard Lu Xiaoxin talking. I knew she was back again.

Who knows, the little woman's words almost made him collapse!

Alas!

It seems that he can't even break down at the moment!

The body is completely out of control. What's wrong with the hypnotist and why he can't behave like a normal person in Lu Xiaoxin's dream.

This is the difference between people.

In the hypnosis industry, 99% of people don't know they are in a dream after being hypnotized.

But Chu Mingyang belongs to that one percent. Now he knows that he is hypnotized, and his consciousness is very clear, but his body is not dominated.

Lu Xiaoxin naturally belongs to the 99%. She doesn't know that this is a dream. She doesn't know much about the hypnosis industry, so she doesn't understand a lot of common sense.

After weaving the wreath, Lu Xiaoxin came to the pit with the wreath in her hands. She carefully put the wreath on the man.

Just now when knitting, she specially made a mark SOS on the big wreath

Trapped here, she naturally won't give up the idea of survival, so when she knitted the wreath, she also knitted an English sign for help outside the wreath, just for comfort.

She rotated the wreath and hoped to straighten it. She didn't pay attention to it because the leaves on the wreath wiped part of the soil off someone's face and exposed half of his handsome face.

"The distress signal is so small that I don't know if it can be found!"

Lu Xiaoxin's attention was still on the distress signal. She whispered low. When she stood up and wanted to leave, she glanced at a face.

Because it was a dead man, she didn't dare to look at it. Yu Guang felt that face was a little familiar.

Chu Mingyang?

no

This man is dead. Mr. Chu is alive.

Lu Xiaoxin shook her head and turned around. Her brain was suddenly chaotic, her heart beat faster, and her heart seemed to jump out. She was very upset.

"Mr. Chu, it must not be you."

Lu Xiaoxin said, raising her feet and strode away.

The man lying in the pit listened to the footsteps walking farther and farther. He really wanted to jump out of the pit and beat Lu Xiaoxin's small head hard.

I don't know what she's thinking all day. Is there paste in her head?

The footsteps grew farther and farther away until they could not be heard.

A sense of despair!

Chu Mingyang was lying alone in the pit. He seemed to see the future at once. Will it be like this in a hundred years? No one will look at him after she died.

Lying there alone, everyone hid from him.

At this moment, Chu Mingyang seemed to have experienced the reincarnation of death, which felt a little desolate.

Lonely!

He finally realized Lu Xiaoxin's loneliness. Maybe Lu Xiaoxin feels this when she lies in bed at night.

The sky slowly began to rain, drop by drop, on Chu Mingyang's face.

damn!

It's still raining in my dream?!

Dreams are wonderful. When people dream, the things in dreams will completely change depending on people's physical reaction.

Chu Mingyang was too sad just now, so it was the sun, and suddenly it began to rain.

The rain drops drop by drop. Lu Xiaoxin was lying on a big stone not far away. Looking at the blue sky, she wondered if Chu Mingyang had come back from Chengdu.

Thinking, the blue sky disappeared, followed by raindrops.

"Ah, why is it raining?

Lu Xiaoxin sat up with her hands on the stone.

See the rain dripping on those red plants, and the red plants become more bright red after being washed by the rain.

Like blood!

At this moment, these red plants were not beautiful in Lu Xiaoxin's eyes. They were like bleeding plants. They were scary.

The rain was getting heavier and heavier. Lu Xiaoxin swept around and couldn't find a place to take shelter from the rain.

Finally, Lu Xiaoxin thought of the wreath she had woven before and borrowed it for the time being.

The deceased is big, but for the sake of the person she buried, she must protect herself first. Even if it doesn't matter if she gets wet, she can't get wet with her baby son.

Thinking of her son, Lu Xiaoxin quickly ran to the pit.

Running to the pit, Lu Xiaoxin's eyes fell on the wreath.

Yes, it can be used as an umbrella.

"Brother, borrow your wreath."

A man heard Lu Xiaoxin say so. If it was normal, Chu Mingyang would frown fiercely, and then say that if people don't do it for themselves, heaven will kill them.

But at the moment, he couldn't do anything, and let the little woman toss about by herself.

Just when Chu Mingyang wanted to kill everyone for himself, Lu Xiaoxin's next words made him immediately overturn his idea.

"Elder brother, it doesn't matter if I get caught in the rain. My son is still young and can't get caught in the rain. Please forgive me."

With that, Lu Xiaoxin bent down and took the wreath in her hand, then put it on her head and was ready to go.

Chu Mingyang was very pleased when he heard the little woman say that. The little woman knew it was good to take care of her son.

Even if this is a dream, Chu Mingyang still doesn't want to see his son in the rain.

Lu Xiaoxin had a wreath on her head. She just wanted to turn around and leave. Yu Guang fell on the man's face again.

Although it was only a residual light, the wreath in his hand still fell instantly.

With the rain falling, Lu Xiaoxin's tears fell suddenly, and Lu Xiaoxin's sad cry came from the valley.

"No..."

Not him, the man lying in the pit is not him

Tears splashed down. She didn't dare to turn her head and look at the face.