Chapter 81: Psychedelic Dreamland: Who's Who's Little Bride
In the mist mixed with rose color, you can vaguely see a leafy apple tree covered with big red apples, and the green branches and leaves are bent down.
The morning dew reflects the sunlight, glistening and gorgeously slipping down from the smooth and round apple skin, and dripping straight into the tender green grass.
The little girl under the tree looked up at the fruits on the tree. They were bright and delicious, and she couldn't help but swallow again.
There is indescribable agility and vitality in her big eyes, and her long and thick eyelashes are curved upward, casting a faint shadow on her pink and white face.
The little girl stared at one of them with her eyes blinking, as if she had decided to pay attention. Her bright red and tender pink lips were slightly raised upwards in a beautiful arc.
"Pick an apple from the tree for me!"
I saw the little girl put her hands on her waist and ordered a little "brutally" to the little boy who was sitting on the branch and covered by the mist.
After waiting for a while, when there was no response, the little girl became a little angry.
"Hey, you..." The little girl's face turned a little red with anger, and she pursed her pink lips, but soon a sly light flashed in her eyes.
I saw the little girl suddenly shaking the not-so-thick trunk of the apple tree vigorously, with a proud smile spreading from the corners of her mouth.
The whole tree shook violently
"Hey, please don't..." The little boy panicked and tried to hold on to the branch, but the tree was too weak. Before he could finish his words, the man fell down and hit the little girl under the tree.
And he threw himself on her
The little girl was so aggrieved that she was about to burst into tears when suddenly a huge apple fell and hit the little boy on the head. As soon as the little boy lowered his head, his pink lips touched the little girl's soft lips.
The little girl couldn't bear it any longer and cried loudly, "Wow...!", breaking the quiet atmosphere of the morning garden.
"Stop crying, you are so noisy!" The little boy raised his head and glanced at the crying little girl, and said irritably.
But the little girl still kept crying, and the tears kept pouring out of her eyes like broken pearls.
"Okay, don't cry. In the worst case, I will be responsible for you. You will marry me and be my bride." The little boy wiped the tears from the corner of the little girl's eyes with his chubby little hands, then got up and stretched out a hand.
Pulled up the little girl who was still crying
"This is what you said, you have to be responsible for me. Let's pull the hook. It won't change for a hundred years. If you regret it, you will be a puppy." The little girl said while crying, stretching out her fat little finger.
The little boy reluctantly stretched out his little finger and hooked it with the little girl, and then the two of them read together: "Hang yourself with a hook and it won't change for a hundred years..."
But from beginning to end, the little boy's face was shrouded in a thin mist, and he could only vaguely see the shining and handsome amber hair swaying slightly in the morning breeze.
Su Ziyue wanted to see the little boy's face clearly, but her eyes suddenly turned dark. The little girl, the little boy, the apple tree, and the garden all disappeared.
Su Ziyue opened her eyes suddenly and saw that it was indeed a white ceiling.
Why do I dream of this scene countless times? It is a clear and blurry scene. The whole picture is surrounded by a thin mist. Everything is in the dream.
in the haze
Who is that little girl, why does she feel a bit like herself when she was a child, and who is that little boy?
Whenever Su Ziyue has this dream and wants to know who they (she) are, her head will feel severe pain. Just like now, Su Ziyue's headache comes again, and blood has oozed from her white and smooth forehead.
Big beads of sweat
But as long as you don't think about this, your head won't hurt.
So Su Ziyue stopped thinking about these things over time, and this fantasy dream was suppressed deep in her heart. Who belongs to whom?