"Ran Ran? Ran Ran? Wake up!"

The sounds in my ears are sometimes far and sometimes close, full of love, very familiar...

It seems like I've heard it somewhere.

The eyelids seemed to be worth a thousand gold. Cen Ran tried hard for a long time before he opened his eyes with difficulty.

In front of me is a familiar and long-lost face. When I look at myself, my eyes are full of love.

Cen Ran's eyes felt inexplicably sore, and his lips trembled slightly, "Mom, mom?"

The dean did not notice Cen Ran's abnormality and raised his hand to her forehead.

"What's wrong? If you're too sleepy, don't write it, go to bed and sleep."

The dean said softly.

Cen Ran subconsciously looked out the window. The sun was shining brightly, and it seemed that it was noon or afternoon.

Her body shrank a circle, and at this time there were fifth-grade homework books on the old desk.

Although he knew he was dreaming, Cen Ran still couldn't control himself and threw himself into the dean's arms.

"Mother!"

"What's wrong with you kid today?" The dean staggered by Cen Ran. After standing still, he chuckled and hugged Cen Ran, and gently patted Cen Ran's back with his hands, with some comfort.

Cen Ran hugged the dean's waist tightly, buried his head in her arms, and his voice was muffled, "Mom, I miss you so much."

"Didn't you just see it when you were having lunch?" The dean chuckled, and was a little surprised that Cen Ran seemed particularly clingy today.

Cen Ran responded muffledly, not knowing how to explain, but just hugged her harder.

The dean gently patted her on the shoulder, "Okay, Ranran, mom is here to find you because she has a task to hand it over to you."

The dean let go of Cen Ran, squatted down, his eyes level with her.

"Mom, you said."

Although I knew it was a dream, I couldn't help but feel sourness in my heart when I looked at the dean's loving face.

"Ran Ran, Xiao Jing seems to be unwilling to eat again today. Can you help your mother see him?"

Cen Ran was stunned, and a trace of confusion flashed in her eyes.

Small Scenery?

"I usually listen to you the most. I don't know what happened today. I sat alone under the banyan tree, not eating or paying attention to people..."

The dean's voice was filled with a little concern.

"Just just beat the disobedient hairy child..." Cen Ran blurted out, but changed his slightest look that the dean cast, "No, I know mom, I will go and see Xiao Jing."

The dean showed a smile, raised his hand and gently touched Cen Ran's head, and praised gently: "Ran Ran is so well-behaved!"

Old Cen Ran's face turned red, but his eyes couldn't help but turn red. He opened his eyes, jumped off the chair, and held the dean's hand, "Mom, let's go."

The dean responded softly and walked out of the room with Cen Ran's hand.

The mottled walls that were almost painted off, and the old wooden doors that would creak when blown by the wind. These are scenes that Cen Ran was extremely familiar to her, and she could only see them in her dreams at this time.

In the dream, she was only in the fifth grade and her whole body shrank.

At this time, almost all the children were taking naps. Of course, occasionally there were a few naughty children who were very energetic, wearing bed sheets and playing Ultraman fighting monsters. The crackling sound of their mouths overflowed from the room.

All long-lost memories.

But Xiaojing?

Cen Ran looked through the old memories, and it seemed that there was no such person, but in the dean's mother's mouth, she seemed to have a good time with the man named Xiaojing. The man named Xiaojing only listened to her?

Cen Ran wanted to break his head, but he didn't even remember who this person was.

No, logic is, if she is really familiar with this Xiao Jing, she shouldn't have lost her memory.

She has no amnesia.

Just as Cen Ran was thinking about it, the dean took her hand and walked into the yard.

The yard is not big, it is more like a place in the park for children to recreate. The sun shines high but it is not hot. Even the wind brings a cool feeling of autumn.

"Ranran, I can't get over. The child seems to be reluctant to get close to others, and he will be afraid of seeing others."

The dean stopped and raised his hand to point at a small figure sitting under the banyan tree.

Cen Ran looked at him according to his eyes. He looked like a boy about thirteen years old. His back looked very thin, wearing a white shirt, suit and trousers, which was incompatible with the orphanage environment.

It's more like a rich young man who accidentally entered an orphanage. At a young age, there seemed to be an indescribable bleakness and loneliness in his back.

This boy is very different from the children in the orphanage wearing wrinkled clothes that others have eliminated, giving people an indescribable sense of incongruity.

I always feel that he shouldn't be in such a place.

But neither the aunt Dongsai was far away nor the dean's mother seemed to think that something was wrong.

On the contrary, the dean saw Cen Ran in a daze and thought the two had a quarrel, so he gently pushed Cen Ran.

"Go, Ranran, Xiaojing only has you, just a friend, just give in to each other."

Cen Ran subconsciously walked forward a few steps, looked at the dean's encouraging eyes, looked at the back, and walked forward slowly.

The boy seemed to hear the footsteps that belonged to Cen Ran, and his body moved slightly, then sighed softly.

"You're finally here."

A slightly hoarse voice sounded, as if he had been waiting for a long time, Lao Chen didn't look like a teenager at all.

Cen Ran was stunned and felt that the voice was very familiar, as if he had heard it somewhere, but after thinking about it carefully, no one around him knew could match it.

Just as Cen Ran opened her mouth and was about to speak, the scene in front of her suddenly became distorted.

Cen Ran felt his body lighter, and suddenly opened his eyes and saw the very familiar ceiling in the room.

The cell phone ringing rang rapidly.

Cen Ran rubbed half of her numb arms, and she got up from the bed with a frown.

She seemed to have a dream.

As for what dreams she couldn't remember very clearly.

He walked slowly to the desk and answered the phone.

"San Ran!!!"

Shi Qiqi's scream came, which made Cen Ran's head stunned, and subconsciously took the phone away.

Cen Ran raised his hand and took out his ears, "If you have something to say, you'll die if you have nothing to do."

Cen Ran's voice was filled with a bit of arousal. She couldn't remember the dream, but she clearly remembered that she did have a dream.

This feeling is very uncomfortable.

"No! Look at the hot searches quickly, look at the hot searches quickly!"

Shi Qiqi's voice was full of excitement.

Cen Ran suspected that he opened the hot search list of the scarf on the tablet, which was nothing more than who wore what clothes today, such as high-quality and beautiful appearance.
Chapter completed!