At night, Wu Mei had a dream, the white mist in the dream was curling, like a fairyland, she searched around in the white mist, trying to find the exit, but she couldn't find it.

"Child, my child, come to Mommy!"

A kind and soft voice came from afar, Wu Mei followed the sound to find it, but saw a very beautiful woman in front of her, with a red cinnabar mole on her left eyebrow, and the woman opened her arms and waved at her.

"Come here, my child."

Wu Mei felt the kindness and warmth in this woman, and ran over without thinking about it, calling 'Mom', and was very excited.

She finally waited for her biological mother, beautiful and gentle, not the bad woman He Biyun at all.

But she only ran a few steps, and her body was dragged, He Biyun jumped out with a feather duster, and scolded: "You are born by me with a lot of hard work, how can that slut be your mother?" Hurry up and give me a job to die! ”

Wu Zhengsi also appeared, grabbing her other side, "Meimei, the crow still knows how to feed back, how can you not even compare to a brute?" Come back and repay my nurturing kindness! ”

The two of them dragged Wu Mei to death, no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't escape, and shouted at the woman in white anxiously: "Mom, come and save me!" ”

Wu Mei woke up from her dream, sweaty, cold on her body, very uncomfortable, she got into the quilt, wrapped herself tightly, and then felt warmer.

The dream she had just now was so real, and she hadn't forgotten it until now, she remembered it vividly, unlike most of the dreams she had before.

If only the woman in white was really her mother, she looked so gentle, she must be a very kind mother.

Wu Mei's mind moved, put on his coat and got out of bed, took out a pen and paper and painted, and soon the woman in the dream jumped on the paper, I saw the pitiful melon seed face, the big eyes that wanted to say goodbye, the cinnabar mole on the eyebrows, and the strong sorrow on the eyebrows, all of which were drawn by her, exactly the same as the woman in the dream.

She put down the pen with satisfaction, put the portrait into the drawer, and went into the quilt to sleep again.

At the same time, in the government compound of a city in the south, a beautiful woman woke up from a dream, her forehead was covered with fine beads of sweat, and her face was full of surprise and sadness.

"Xinya, are you having nightmares again?"

The middle-aged man next to her soon woke up, took his wife in his arms, and gently patted her on the back with worry in his eyes.

The wife's health has not improved for so many years, and it is getting worse and worse, and the doctors say that she has a heart disease, and the heart disease still needs heart medicine, otherwise even if Bian Que Huatuo is reincarnated, he will not be able to cure his wife's disease.

But my wife's heart medicine can't come back!

Their poor little daughter was recalled by heaven just after she was born, and his wife blamed herself for this for twelve years, always thinking that she had killed her daughter because she was too careless.

The body itself is not good, and there are worries in my heart, my wife's health is getting worse day by day, if it drags on like this, I am afraid that it will ......

Zhao Yinghua's heart was extremely painful, and he hugged his wife tightly, as if he was worried that she would fly away.

"Yinghua, I dreamed of our little eyebrows again, she has grown up, she is so tall, she looks so good, like a little fairy."

Yan Xinya said happily, but soon she was gloomy, and sighed faintly, dreams are always dreams, everything is illusory, how can her little eyebrows still grow?