Master Bart, you are here, please come in."

"Is Resina at home?"

"At home, at home, Miss is at home. I'll go and inform Miss that you're here." "No, I'll go see her directly."

"this…

"Isn't it possible?"

"Of course, of course, Master Bart, please, Miss is upstairs."

Bart carried the bag up the stairs and went directly to the bedroom door. Without knocking, he stretched out his hand and pushed it open.

In the bedroom, a girl in a wheelchair was reading a book. The afternoon sun shone on her long golden hair, as if covered with a layer of gentleness.

Resina turned her head and looked at Bart who was standing at the door, with a smile on her face and said, "I'll go down first to pay tribute to your father and mother."

"No, no need, they didn't come." Starting website htt

"Can I go upstairs to rest?"

"Go ahead."

Philomena stood up and went upstairs.

Mrs. Fisher stretched out her foot and stepped on the face of her son lying on the floor. There was no trace of anger on the man's face, but he stuck out his tongue and licked the sole of his mother's boot.

"Philomena looks more and more like me when I was young."

The man who was licking the soles of his boots was stunned for a moment.

Then continue licking.

Mrs. Fisher closed her eyes,

He sighed:

"I had a dream last night. In the dream, I was still very young and he was also very young.

I want to catch that dream,

But the dream was broken, but I didn't feel disappointed at all, because I knew that it wouldn't be long before I would truly own it." Philomena took off her clothes, walked into the bathroom, and took a shower under the shower head for a long time.

Then he walked out without wiping himself or putting on any clothes. He walked directly to his bed in his bedroom and lay down.

The wet water gradually soaked the sheets, like a bright red color that continued to spread around.

She closed her eyes.

tired,

Wake up.

She opened her eyes and found herself lying in a wooden house.

Standing up, she walked to the window and looked outside, where her father and mother were tidying up the vegetable garden.

She smiled.

If reality is a nightmare and dreams are beautiful, why can't it be reversed?

She remembered what the captain had said to her: sometimes blindly trying to make people wake up and recognize reality may not necessarily be good for her.

Philomena walked to the wooden dining table and sat down, picked up a piece of croissant on it, and took a bite.

Then lowered his head,

Looking at Mrs. Fisher crawling out from under the table, grandma was rubbing her cheek against her trouser leg.

She stretched out her hand and gently touched grandma's cheek,

smiled and said:

"My father said that I look very much like my mother when he was young."

Mrs. Fisher smiled.

Philomena gently slapped her grandmother on the cheek, and Mrs. Fisher enjoyed it very much.

"Grandma, you have always taught me that dreams and reality can be reversed, but I knew from the beginning that you yourself were not reversed."

Philomena looked out the window into the yard. There was a fruit tree there, and the fruits on the tree were still green.

"Grandma, I know you are waiting for me to mature and then pick me. Then my dream will become your reality."

Philomena lowered her head and looked at her grandmother again:

"I'm waiting for myself to mature, and I'm also waiting for you to grow older.

I'm waiting for you to wither, waiting for you to rot, waiting for you to blend into the soil after landing and become my nourishment, allowing me to grow faster and taller.

grandmother,

This may be,

It's what you often say, the curse placed by that person.

We, the Felscher family, will end up fighting each other."

outside,

Men and women are still busy.

The woman said: "It's time for my daughter to grow, so I think I should go to the market to give her some meat."

The man wiped the sweat from his face, put the hoe on the ground, supported the hoe pole with his hand, glanced at the wooden house, and said with a smile:

"Let's wait a while."

"After a while?" The woman was a little confused.

"Yes, in a while."

"Going to the market later?"
Chapter completed!