Yan Zhan dreamed that he was driving a helicopter to rescue people and encountered a flash flood.
Someone kept shouting "Help" in his ear. He followed the voice and found that the person turned out to be Manshu.
Sometimes I dreamed that she was swallowed by a flash flood, and sometimes I dreamed that she was covered in blood and had a big hole in her stomach.
Such a dream makes Yan Zhan exhausted physically and mentally.
"It really doesn't hurt?" Manshu looked at him suspiciously, "But you look like you haven't slept all night. I thought it was too painful to sleep."
Yan Zhan's eyes were all green and he looked a little haggard.
This is a little different from his usual energetic self.
"I had a bad dream." Yan Zhan glanced at Manshu.
In the dream, she died so tragically, but unfortunately, he didn't see the culprit's face clearly.
All she knew was that they were a man and a woman. After they killed her, they only thought about escaping for their own lives.
"You must be having nightmares too, right?" Manshu was startled.
This is too coincidental.
"Yeah." Yan Zhan lowered his eyes slightly. Such a dream was indeed a nightmare.
"Are you scared in your dream?" Manshu asked out of nowhere.
After asking, she regretted it.
Is there any need to ask this? In the dream, Yan Zhan must be like the king of hell. Who has he been afraid of?
Yan Zhan raised his eyes at Manshu at this moment and said softly: "I'm afraid."
Manshu's eyes widened, almost thinking he heard wrongly.
"Why, I can't be afraid?" He was afraid that she would really be in danger like in the dream, but he would not be able to rescue her.
The little girl should have her own life, lively and colorful, and should not be involved in danger because of him.
Not knowing the reason in the dream, Yan Zhan directly attributed the source of the danger to himself.
"Yes." Manshu held her chin in her hand, "If you think about it carefully, it is better for people to have something to fear. If you are not afraid of anything, you would be too lonely."
It's simply too cold to be at high altitude.
What Manshu said made Yan Zhan somewhat impressed.
How old is the little girl? She's not even eighteen yet, right?
It's quite a thorough thought.
"After dinner, I'll take you to the teacher's side." Yan Zhan peeled a hard-boiled egg for her.
Manshu watched helplessly as he fed the boiled eggs directly to her mouth, without even opening her mouth or not eating.
She could only take a bite obediently, and then took the egg from Yan Zhan's hand.
However, while eating, he still groaned dissatisfiedly: "Uncle Third, I prepared these eggs for you."
"Give me both?" Yan Zhan raised his eyebrows.
Manshu nodded: "Of course, a man can't have just one..." Dan.
Manshu realized later that when he realized what he had said, it was too late to cover his mouth.
Yan Zhan looked at her with an incomprehensible look, which made Manshu blush and wanted to find a hole in the ground to crawl into.
This sentence was said by her male classmates as a joke when she was eating in the cafeteria.
Why did you just say it in front of Yan Zhan without keeping your mouth shut?
Are you happy with your skin?
Yan Zhan rubbed the top of her hair: "Eat yours."
Manshu only thought about herself and felt embarrassed. If she raised her head, she could see that someone's ears were also a little red.
"Uncle Third, is it because you don't like boiled eggs that you asked me to share one with you?" After Manshu finished speaking, he wanted to bite off his own tongue.
Why are you still talking about eggs? Can't she change the topic?
"Have you discovered it?" A slight smile flashed across Yan Zhan's eyes, and then disappeared, "I choked on a boiled egg when I was a child."
There was nothing to eat, so I managed to grab a hard-boiled egg and swallowed it in one gulp, almost killing me.