But in the end, Mochizuki Rin didn't push Wang Quan too hard.
A good woman knows how to relax, and a smart man doesn't push too hard.
That won't make you smarter, it will just show you have lower emotional intelligence.
Of course, Wang Quan believes that both men and women are independent individuals and they should have their own personalities.
It's just that Rin Mochizuki's idea of a traditional Yamato Nadeshiko Sakura girl is different from Ou Quan's.
Maybe it's cultural differences.
Mochizuki Rin stopped as soon as she was ready. When Wang Quan came out from the shower, dinner was already prepared on the small table.
Ginger roast pork with rice, a grilled saury for each person, and a bowl of miso soup.
"Sir, Oasmi (good night)~"
"Good night."
"ha"
When Wang Quan woke up in the morning, he yawned listlessly.
He didn't sleep well last night.
Because he had a dream.
It seems like more than one dream.
He dreamed that he came to Pudong in the Republic of China, and then became a young man in a suit and leather shoes, with a polished head and a pink face.
At that moment, he clearly realized that he was in a dream.
There were only a few dozen people in the four major families combined. During the Republic of China, there were more than 400 million people in the country. Wang Quan did not think that he was so lucky to become a young master.
Secondly, he has always been a staunch proletarian citizen at heart, and he is one of those people who is extremely disgusted with the Republic of China. When he was young, he had bloody battles with those underworld brawlers on Tieba.
It is said that he thinks about things day by day and dreams about things at night. Even if he dreamed, he would not dream of traveling to the Republic of China.
Even if he goes to the Republic of China, he can't be a young master.
Then why do you dream about the Republic of China?
If you don't think clearly, don't think about it.
Maybe she is really thinking about it, after all, Miss An is wearing that style of cheongsam.
So Wang Quan dreamed that he sang and sang every night, and sang and sang again every night.
Anyway, it’s always fun.
Gee, Wang Quan felt that he might be homesick.
However, the faces of the women wearing cheongsam were very blurry. Could it be that after holding down the gun for a few days, the M1911 that I had run out of bullets was refilled with bullets?
No matter what, it's just a dream anyway, and others can't control it.
So Wang Quan continued to sing.
We played in different ways, and later we simply changed to different places.
After playing the music, we arrived outside the city.
Then, the horror came.
He found that there was nothing outside the city!
It is said that Shanghai is Pudong, but Pudong is Shanghai?
The outside of the city is not that desolate, but pure black.
Pure black, black without light.
There are also colorful black ones.
It was as if his spirit had been polluted, and the whole world in his eyes was distorted and made him feel nauseous.
It wasn't that he felt nauseated because he saw something, but that he felt nauseated just by being there.
The only light in the darkness is old Shanghai behind you.
So he returned to Shanghai.
But things have changed here.
The city is still the same city, and the people in the city continue to live normally.
But they can no longer be called human beings.
The clothes were in rags and shabby, and it could be said that the clothes were not covering the body.
But even Wang Quan, a woman with an excellent figure, was not interested because their bodies were all covered with broken bones and stomach-turning rotten flesh and internal organs.
But they are "alive".
Wang Quan found that none of his abilities could be used, and he seemed to have returned to an ordinary person.
So he turned around and fled into the darkness.
But just as he was about to step into darkness, a hand grabbed him from behind.
That hand was warm, soft, and powerful.
Wang Quan wanted to look back, but it seemed he would never be able to.
Then he heard low sobbing.
Before he woke up, he heard something.
"I'm sorry, Quan forgive me"
Then he woke up.
What a strange dream
I can’t remember the specific details of the dream.
Wang Quan only remembered that he was only consecrating the girls.
It seems like a girl said something to me?
Tsk, I can’t remember.
He rubbed his head and stood up.
Mochizuki Rin had already put on her school uniform and apron and was in the kitchen preparing breakfast and lunch.
When she heard the noise, she turned around with a smile on her face and said, "Good morning sir, you can wash up first and you can come later. What happened to you?"
Seeing the surprised expression on the girl's face, Wang Quan raised his eyebrows and said, "No, what's wrong?"
"You're crying." Mochizuki Rin pointed at her face, then turned around, "You should wash up first, and you can have breakfast when you come out."
The husband may have his own concerns, and a good woman shouldn't ask them to the end.
And a man doesn’t want others to see him crying.
She chose to avoid this matter.
Wang Quan didn't understand why. When he entered the bathroom, he realized that something was indeed wrong.
The self in the mirror on the sink is indeed crying.
Not the tears shed by yawning after waking up, but the real tears.
But now it looks a little funny.
Because Wang Quan is not that kind of person.
Although he occasionally pretends to be a young man, he is actually a relatively cheerful person.
When was the last time you shed tears?
Well, a few days before the time travel, I was watching "Garland Under the Mountain" by myself on the computer.
However, the expression on his face now is that of someone who is staring with dead eyes and wants to complain about his misfortune. With this expression, he is still crying?
It doesn't match at all.
Wang Quan tried to control it himself, but found that he couldn't control it at all.
So he still used the black and red mist to control his tears.
After washing his face, he gave up and continued to control the black and red mist.
Sure enough, I no longer shed tears.
After washing up, eating breakfast and changing clothes, he and Rin Mochizuki left the house.
"He's gone."
Seeing the two people leaving Ningyuezhuang through the window, Bai Xiyao crossed her arms and said unhappily: "Aren't you happy that I gave up all my dreams last night to you? Tonight is mine."
An Wanying frowned slightly and said calmly: "Only in the first half of the night, Mr. Wang and I were sweet and loving. But in the second half of the night, maybe I discovered Mr. Wang's secret. He might not be an ordinary person before he met me.
people."
"Huh?" Bai Xiyao stood up straight, then came back and sat cross-legged on the tatami, "What's going on?"
"I recreated the original city and played with Mr. Wang all the time, trying to see if I could help him regain his past memories."
Miss An blushed a little, obviously she had changed a lot of the plot.
At least the game didn't start so early, and it was 1V2, not 1VN.
"Then it got to the point where he was out of town and something went wrong."
Miss An's expression was serious, "I seemed to have touched something at that time, and my control over Mr. Wang's dream was directly taken away."
"Huh? How is that possible!"
Bai Xiyao became really serious now.
Although An Wanying is relatively rigid in the use of abilities, this is because she has too little experience. In essence, universe-level mythical creatures are existences that can perfectly control their own essence.
The guy who can take away An Wanying's permission to enter her dreams
Even if An Wanying is defenseless, it will be difficult for the other party to do it, and at worst it is the same universe-level mythical creature.
And her understanding of her own essence is much stronger than An Wanying's.
But Bai Xiyao had been staying nearby, and she didn't feel that any other "person" had come at all.
Is the other party stronger than yourself?
nonexistent.
There is no too specific strength or weakness among the universe-level mythical creatures.
If you can’t sense it, the source is within Wang Quan’s body!
Bai Xiyao frowned and said, "Who is the other party?"
"I don't know." An Wanying fell into memories.
She narrowed her eyes slightly, turning black and red inside, "But it doesn't seem to have anything to do with the bird."