"It's half past six." Following the voice, a long-haired figure sat up from the bed, put on his shoes and went out.
Zhou Boxu was still a little sleepy, and he had a long, long dream... Some of the scenes in the dream were remembered very clearly, and some were not remembered clearly. But those emotional surges had just calmed down in his heart, and those
The precious flame and its aftertaste were recalled by this guy. The things and madness in the dream seemed to be separated by a layer of veil, as if it had become someone else's story. In his body and heart, there was only a feeling of secretly going out for prostitution and returning.
An indescribable sense of joy.
The guy also got up. He had to go to work today. After getting up, he went to another room and looked at his son - the little guy was still sleeping. Zhou Bofu looked at the little guy quietly, his eyes calm and soft.
He turned around and saw that his wife had finished washing and came over. The guy wanted to go up and kiss her, but the woman slapped him and pushed him away: "Go, go, don't block the road!"
Bo Fu angrily said: "I just wanted to say to my wife that I'm back... No! Fortunately I didn't say it! Otherwise she would have laughed at my sleepwalking!"
His mother had already made breakfast, and Bo Fu was ready to eat after washing up. "This body..." He sighed in his heart. The boundless power in that long dream should have left him. This
The guy sat down and inadvertently rubbed his fingers - in his eyes, the five-color light in his palm disappeared... Zhou Bofu frowned slightly, and the next moment, a sly smile appeared on the corner of this guy's mouth.
bloom slowly......
Final ps: I originally thought about writing a final volume about the real world, but then I thought about it. It’s not bad to end like this. There is no need for a man to procrastinate in writing a book. It must be over when it’s over. Well, it’s time too