In the days when my aunt was here, she would always get up two or three times a night. The discomfort in her stomach and the worry about leakage made her nervous and unable to relax, so she could only sleep lightly all night.
But last night, it lasted all night until dawn.
I got enough sleep, but my aunt was also overwhelmed.
Xun Ye was so angry that he wrapped the soiled clothes and sheets into a ball and stuffed them next to the trash can. When he bent down and lowered his head, he saw an inconspicuous mark on the corner of the window sill.
Aunt Hong would go to the second floor to do some cleaning almost every day after the sun went down. With her love for cleanliness, it was impossible to leave such a corner uncleaned.
Xunye walked over in confusion and bent down to take a closer look. Hey, why do these traces look familiar?
It's a bit like a bird's claw, with a fan-shaped shape and three toes on one end.
Xunye stretched out her fingers and wiped the traces. There was very light dust. If it weren't for bending down and changing the angle of her sight, she would never have been able to find such a trace.
Looking at the open window, Xunye frowned deeply.
Thinking of the traces he found on the altar before, Xun Ye had some concerns in his mind.
Coming down from the second floor, Xunye immediately saw Honggu who was diligently wiping the altar.
"Oh, you look good. It seems you didn't have much trouble last night?"
Hong Gu originally said it casually, but to Xunye's ears it sounded like a pun.
Hong Gu was still unaware that she had violated Xun Ye's taboo, and asked enthusiastically: "Did aunt drive away Chunmeng, or did Chunmeng transform auntie?"
"Do you want me to drive you away? Or do you want me to reform you?" Xunye, who had a good night's sleep and didn't even have any dark circles, opened his big eyes with murderous intent.
"I'm just joking, I really like serious children." Hong Gu curled her lips and said: "Go and burn incense. After that, drink the milk. Drink the milk that Morpheus bought."
When I heard this name early in the morning, Xunye's heartbeat slowed down a beat.
Honggu couldn't suppress her curiosity and asked cautiously: "By the way, did you really...didn't have that kind of dream last night?"
Xunye gritted his teeth and looked at her: "It seems you are tired of being a ghost?!"
Honggu felt a cold wind blowing on the back of her head. She shrank her neck in fear and said, "Xiaoye, you have been very irritable recently..." After saying that, she turned into a ray of light and got back into the ground.
Hong Gu was gone, but Xun Ye's mind was still thinking about last night's dream.
The singing voice in the dream...is it also that man? But why is he singing? Is it a hypnotic song? I clearly remember that it is a tune I have never heard before.
But why do I have such a dream?
The charming spring dream before and the singing in the dream now, are all these just the tricks of my own mind?
Also, the man in the dream is the same every time, with a familiar temperature, a familiar touch, and a familiar embrace. Could it be a coincidence?
The more Xun Ye thought about it, the more confused he became. It seemed that everything had a secret interface. As long as this interface was found, everything would be revealed. But where was that interface?
Because today happens to be the first day of the Lunar New Year, to offer incense to Sanqing Tianzun is not only to use the usual yellow incense, but also to offer purple cloud sandalwood. Rumor has it that the cigarettes made from this purple cloud sandalwood can go straight up to the clouds in the sky, directly to the sky.
The gods in the Heavenly Palace expressed their piety.
Xun Ye doesn't believe this. It's just like the Ministry of Petitions and Complaints in the human world. If you want to express your opinions, there are many hurdles. If you want to reach Heaven directly, one word is difficult, two words is difficult.