Wu Mei raised his neck, staring at the moon without blinking, his head moving with the moon, but he watched with relish.

I usually didn't pay much attention to it, but I didn't expect the moon to be so beautiful in the middle of the night, Wu Mei was stunned for a while, and he didn't know that there was one more person on the old camphor tree opposite.

Yan Mingshun looked at the stunned little girl and felt funny, he was so close to a living person, and the stupid girl hadn't seen it yet, how stupid it must be!

People are stupid and bold, and they are not afraid of falling down when they sit so high!

Wu Mei's head let something bounce off, and rolled into her hand, it was a black camphor tree fruit, she couldn't help but look at the old camphor tree, Yan Mingshun smiled at her.

"Ming ......"

Wu Mei hurriedly covered his mouth and smirked at Yan Mingshun, he was worried that no one could talk about his thoughts, and such a big person would come out, and it was Yan Mingshun.

Somehow, at this moment, I can see Yan Mingshun, Wu Mei is indescribably happy, and there is a trace of sweetness.

Yan Mingshun looked around, his body suddenly jumped, and like last time, he threw himself on the sewer pipe, Wu Mei hurriedly retreated, giving Yan Mingshun a vacant seat.

"Why haven't you slept so late?"

Yan Mingshun sat next to Wu Mei and asked her in a low voice, the hot breath exhaled from his mouth sprayed on Wu Mei's ears, it was hot and damp, Wu Mei felt itchy and crispy.

The face is inexplicably red!

She was busy reciting the meditation mantra three times in her heart, and secretly warned herself, you haven't even come to the eldest aunt, what are you thinking about?

"What do you think?"

didn't get a response for a long time, Yan Mingshun only saw this girl talking to herself stupidly, and didn't know what she was muttering, so she asked again.

"It's nothing, it's just nonsense, think about everything, hehe!" Wu Mei said weakly.

A gust of cold wind blew, Wu Mei couldn't help shaking his body, Yan Mingshun frowned, grabbed Wu Mei's hand and touched it, it was cold, and his brows furrowed even deeper.

"Go down, run to the windowsill in the middle of the night to blow the cold wind, are you stupid?"

Yan Mingshun couldn't help but say that he was reluctant to drag Wu Mei down, and the window was closed tightly, letting Wu Mei lie on his stomach in the bed.

"Why are you going to blow the cold wind if you don't sleep so late?" Yan Mingshun asked again.

Wu Mei honestly shrunk in the quilt, sniffed, and whispered, "I'm dreaming, I can't sleep." ”

"Nightmare?"

Yan Mingshun thought that the little girl was having a nightmare, so he comforted: "Dreams are all reversed, often nightmares mean that there will be good news, nothing to fear." ”

Wu Mei shook his head vigorously, "It's not a nightmare, it's a sweet dream!" ”

She couldn't help but share those two dreams with Yan Mingshun, as well as the beautiful woman.

"Brother Ming Shun, why do you think I dreamed of that woman twice in a row? You see, she looks like this, doesn't she look like me? ”

Wu Mei opened the drawer, took out the portrait she had drawn when she dreamed for the first time, handed it to Yan Mingshun, and looked at him eagerly.

Yan Mingshun spread out the portrait, looking at the woman on it in surprise, it was seven or eight points similar to Wu Mei, and the painting was very realistic, not like the person in the dream at all.

"Is she really in your dreams? Or have you seen her before? Yan Mingshun asked suspiciously.

Usually most of the people who appear in dreams have blurred faces, how can it be so clear, he thinks that maybe Wu Mei has seen a photo of this woman or a real person.

"It appeared in my dream, but Xiong Mumu told me something, which may also have an impact."

Wu Mei pointed to the cinnabar mole on the woman's left eyebrow in the portrait and said, "Xiong Mumu said that I look very similar to his little aunt, and this cinnabar mole is what he told me." ”