Mu Xiaolei's words worked. Yan Xiaoming blinked frequently and finally realized that everything he had experienced before was just a dream, and his most trusted parents were by his side!
Ding Fan slightly brightened the lights in the room, allowing Yan Xiaoming to see everything more clearly. The dream was too real and terrifying. His body was still trembling, and he said with a cry: "Dad, Mom, I made a long
What a long nightmare. It was so terrifying that I couldn’t wake up. I didn’t know how many times I died. I was really dead. I always experienced the despair of dying. I missed you so much. It’s so great to see you!
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After hearing her son's words, Li Yuqin, who had always encouraged herself to be strong, could no longer control her emotions and burst into tears. The sadness in her cries was heartbreaking.
"Yu Qin, don't cry. The child just had a dream." Yan Ming also felt distressed, but he couldn't be as fragile as his wife and had to remind her to grit her teeth and be strong.
"Well, don't cry. I just feel sorry for my son. I can't even dream of suffering." Li Yuqin forced a smile, but she shed more tears.
"Mom, it's just a dream! It's great. I've woken up. It's okay." Yan Xiaoming kept wiping his mother's tears and said, "I just feel so tired. Mom, please take a day off for me tomorrow."
, I won’t go to school. I promise, I will make up for my homework!”
"Okay, Mom promises you, take a good rest at home, it doesn't matter if you stay for a few more days!" Li Yuqin agreed wholeheartedly.
"It's almost my senior year of high school. The teacher said it's not good to ask for leave. How about taking half a day? Just get enough sleep in the morning."
His son's serious attitude made Li Yuqin miserable. He didn't know how long he had been lying on the bed! He just agreed in a haphazard manner, but looked at his son lovingly, not blinking an eye more.
"Brother Ding Fan, can the child have something to eat?" Yan Ming asked tentatively.
"Of course, don't eat too much."
Yan Ming temporarily put down his son, rushed to the door, and called the nanny to get water and snacks. Seeing that the little master he had been taking care of woke up, the nanny was also a little excited and quickly brought the food in, but Yan Ming did not let them stay here.
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After drinking a glass of water and eating some snacks, Yan Xiaoming's mood gradually stabilized. When he saw the beautiful Wu Yahuan, he suddenly realized that he had no clothes on, especially a diaper, and he hurriedly pulled the quilt to cover him.
"Mom, how old am I and still wear something like this!" Yan Xiaoming shouted dissatisfied.
"No matter how old you are, you are still your mother's baby." Li Yuqin's explanation was very shocking, and she probably couldn't find a good excuse.
Why don't you ask why you wear diapers? When did you put them on? It's obvious that Yan Xiaoming is still a mama's boy who hasn't grown up.
Ding Fan walked up and asked with a smile: "Xiao Ming, my name is Ding Fan. Can you tell me how the girlfriend in your dream is doing?"
"I don't know you." Yan Xiaoming was wary of his age.
"Ding Fan is also my friend. Don't hide it. If you have any questions, tell him." Yan Ming quickly said that his son must cooperate.
"I don't have a girlfriend either." Yan Xiaoming scratched his head, but his eyes were evasive, clearly not wanting to say more.
"I know you do. You guys have a deep relationship. She's dead, right? It's very tragic."
"Xiao Ming, don't hide it. It's nothing. When dad was your age, he already started pursuing your mom. We also wanted to date secretly, but the teacher found out and called the parents! At that time..."
Yan Ming was eager to encourage his son, but Li Yuqin was very dissatisfied. She hit her elbow and said, "Just stop talking. Why are you talking so much?"
"She lives with me, and..." Yan Xiaoming actually blushed, and then said sadly: "She died, many times, in front of my eyes, covered in blood, so miserable!"
"What did you call her?" Ding Fan asked.
"Mei'er!"
The name is quite beautiful, but Wu Yahuan is very disdainful. The eighteen-year-old child has also begun to play romantic. This is much better than Ding Fan. His vision is Cai Dasha.
"Xiao Ming, apart from dreams, where have you seen Mei'er?" Ding Fan continued to ask.
Yan Xiaoming looked thoughtful and scratched his head, but he didn't think about it. "She was just in my dream. By the way, I painted her portrait. Isn't it very beautiful?"
"Think about it again, where have you seen it before?" Wu Yahuan couldn't help but be a little anxious. This was a crucial clue.
"No, no!" Yan Xiaoming said blankly, not understanding that so many people were asking about his privacy, but his parents were still very cooperative!
Ding Fan waved his hand towards Wu Yahuan, saying there was no need to ask anymore, it was no use. As a fortune teller, he could see that Yan Xiaoming did not lie and this memory had been forgotten.
We don’t have much time, so we have asked all the questions we should ask, so let’s leave it to family reunions!
Ding Fan called Wu Yahuan and Mu Xiaolei downstairs, but did not leave immediately. He waited in the hall downstairs to drink tea and play with his mobile phone. After all, Wu Yahuan was cautious in nature in other people's homes, and the three of them had little communication.
When the clock on the wall pointed to one o'clock, a long mournful cry from Li Yuqin was heard from upstairs, and then the shrill cry filled the whole building.
Needless to say, Yan Xiaoming suddenly fell asleep again and returned to the nightmare from which he could not escape, which was like stabbing his parents in the heart again!
Returning to the room upstairs again, Yan Xiaoming had been covered with quilts, breathing steadily, and could not stop entering dreamland again.
Perhaps because he had just returned to dreamland, he was even more timid and his diapers were too warm. Li Yuqin collapsed and fell to her knees and banged her head on the bed. Yan Ming couldn't stop her.
Seeing Ding Fan come in, Li Yuqin crawled over half-prone, her face full of tears, tightly pulled Ding Fan's trouser legs, and cried heartbreakingly: "Please, save my child! Let me
Go to hell, let me die on his behalf!”
"Yu Qin, calm down." Yan Ming's eyes were red and he pulled his wife.
"I can't calm down! I can't calm down!" Li Yuqin shouted, "My son is suffering, and I can't calm down for a moment!"
"Sister-in-law, if you do this, I won't be able to continue communicating about Xiao Ming's condition. If you talk too much, you will be even more sad." Ding Fan's words worked. Li Yuqin calmed down a little and was helped up by Yan Ming and Ding Fan.
However, he was so broken that he didn't even have the strength to sit up straight. Yan Ming looked at his son and his wife, tears welling up in his eyes, but he reminded himself that he must be strong!
"Sister-in-law, I will think of more ways, for sure!" Ding Fan promised.
"Xiao Ming, how could he endure it? It's hell there! No, it's even scarier than hell." Li Yuqin burst into tears, her face, neck, and clothes all wet.
Yan Ming cheered up, called two nannies, helped his wife downstairs to rest, and tucked his son into a quilt again lovingly, shaking his head.