Ye Nianmo shrugged, and without force, he stood up and walked out.

"Nian Mo." Hai Zhuoxuan called him, "When you see someone in your dream, you should go to see him when you wake up."

He dreamed of her again. In the dream, she stood in the flower field and smiled at him, with sunflowers blooming just right beside her.

She didn't say anything, but her smile was as bright as a sunflower beside her, but when he wanted to get closer, there was another fog between the two.

The mist first appeared from the two of them in a slight way, and then it became more and more, and finally wrapped her whole body.

"Yiyi!" he shouted hysterically, looking for his beloved woman in the confused fog, but there was nothing but the fog.

Suddenly, a faint statement rang out from the gray fog, "I'm leaving."

"No, I won't let you go." He stood still, his tone firm.

The sounds in the fog are sometimes close and sometimes far away, "But I saw your hesitation."

"I hesitate because I love you!" He retorted loudly. After he finished speaking, he found that the fog gradually dissipated, and the person she loved stood in front of him.

Her delicate thin lips opened slightly, "Love me, go see me when you wake up."

"Yiyi!" Ye Nianmo suddenly opened his eyes, and the sound of birds outside the window was chirping, and the sun shone the shade of the trees. He narrowed his eyes slightly and adapted to the light.

Ding Yiyi's appearance broke into his mind, with the refreshing morning. He lay on his back and looked at the white ceiling, and slowly said, "The person you see in your dreams should go and see him when you wake up."

"The person you see in your dreams should go and see him when you wake up!" In an instant, hesitation disappeared, pain disappeared, and depression disappeared!

He suddenly got out of bed and rushed into the bathroom. After washing up briefly, he changed into a little clothes and rushed downstairs. The servants passing by were shocked.

At the entrance, Haizi was led by a nanny to him, "Hello uncle."

Ye Nianmo had to suppress the surging emotions in his heart at this moment, and the expression on his face also sootheed, "Good morning, Zihui."

"Uncle, you look like Santa Claus now." Haizi said cutely with a doll in his arms, tilting his head.

As if she was afraid that Ye Nianmo would not believe it, she pulled his sleeve and wanted to walk into her room, "Come."

Of course Ye Nianmo would not break free from her, so he followed her to the room. As soon as he entered the room, the child pointed to his pink mirror, "Santa Claus."

His eyes swept to the man in the mirror, with a blue stubble on his chin, and his whole body seemed to be more serious and gloomy.

"Wine and wine!" Hai Ziyu approached him again and sniffed, "Every time my father has this smell, my mother will not let him sleep."

"Be good." He smiled and squatted down and looked straight with her, and said softly: "Thank you."

Haiziyu watched his uncle walk out of the room like a whirlwind, and then strode toward the building, his beautiful little face full of incomprehension.

villa

Ding Yiyi woke up, and there was a sense of soberness in the room, which was very good. She sat up and stretched, feeling very free.

Pushing open the floor-to-ceiling window, walking to the balcony, closing her eyes and listening to the birds singing on the branches. A gentle piano sound came from a distance, and she could even imagine a pair of smart and slender hands changing freely on the black and white piano keys.

She opened her eyes and looked carefully at everything she could see, and suddenly felt that she still missed Ye Nianmo very much.
Chapter completed!