If their real lives don't intersect, then why do they appear in their dreams?

Yang Yunle was puzzled, he put down his chopsticks and stared at the plate on the table, at a loss.

"Oh, speaking of you making friends. Actually, you don't like to go out, you just sit in the yard when you're fine, study some flowers and plants, you see it's that pile. ”

Father Yang pointed to the far corner of the courtyard.

There was a large bamboo basket there, and through the gap in the basket, you could faintly see that it was filled with leaves.

"I study those leaves, what do I do?" Yang Yunle can be a blank slate for himself here.

"I don't know, you're just going to collect these things everywhere, dry them, and put them there."

Father Yang shrugged his shoulders and said that he didn't know much about Yang Yunle's approach, but he supported all his decisions.

Yang Yunle suddenly thought that in his memories of Fengye, there was a scene like Ling Xiaocan's confession, in which leaves collected from various places on Flowerless Island were used, and he couldn't help but feel a little twitch in his heart again, a little uncomfortable.

"Leaves ......" Yang Yunle sighed, and laughed softly at himself, "Do I want to help them find a hostess?" ”

It's a pity that there will never be any more in the future.

Yang Yunle's smiling face kept appearing in his mind, and he couldn't get rid of it. He shook his head vigorously, trying to keep himself awake, but he sank deeper and deeper.

Father Yang looked at Yang Yunle; His face was wrong, and he quickly asked, "Child, do you have a high fever that hasn't gone away yet, and you're not feeling well." Hurry up and finish your meal and go to rest. ”

Father Yang's expression was a little nervous, although Yang Yunle was an adult in Flower Island, he still pampered him like a child.

"Dad, I'm fine, I just have some inexplicable memories, can I talk to you?"

Yang Yunle was silent for a while, and finally asked, after all, this matter still needs someone to talk to, and if you carry it yourself, you may not know what will go wrong.

"You say, Daddy is here, Daddy is listening." Father Yang had a concerned face.

Yang Yunle also let down his guard and briefly said the things he experienced in his dream.

"That's the way it is, it's weird, it feels like the things in my dreams are real, and the you're facing me now are what I imagined."

Yang Yunle has nothing to hide from his father, because according to what Yang's father said, he has no one else to trust here.

After listening to Yang Yunle tell all this, Father Yang smiled in disbelief, and quickly returned to normal: "These must be your own fantasies." I vouch with my life that you never left here. ”

Father Yang immediately turned into a serious face, and said there with an oath, which made Yang Yunle even more suspicious that the past was just his yearning for a better life.

The heinous things that I have done in the past may be that kind of person in essence, so I restore the things in the dream.

"Dad, I believe in you. You see we had a meal at noon and ate together until the evening, now I'll help you clean up the dishes and chopsticks and go to rest. ”

When Yang Yunle heard Father Yang say this, he felt that his heart suddenly opened up a lot, his father guaranteed his life, so he wouldn't lie yet, so is there any reason for heaven? !

"Uh-huh, good boy." Father Yang approached Yang Yunle, touched his head lovingly, and then felt the temperature of his forehead.

The fever has almost subsided, and the sudden high fever before should be caused by emotional influence.

Father Yang couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, his eyes were a little confused, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

Yang Yunle was enlightened by Father Yang, first received the bowl into the kitchen, and then washed it, and when passing by the yard, he accidentally caught a glimpse of the box containing leaves, although it was getting dark, but his curiosity became more and more intense.

Foliage? Yang Yunle approached the bamboo basket and looked inside, although the leaves were full of baskets, but the leaves were large and small, and it seemed that there should not be many of them.

Yang Yunle picked up the bamboo basket, all of them fell into the courtyard at once, and began to count.

Strangely, although he had no memory of this courtyard, he could accurately name each leaf, which was derived from medicinal herbs.

"One piece, two pieces ......"

The more Yang Yunle counted back, the more surprised he became, these were obviously those leaf varieties that Fengye had prepared to confess to Ling Xiaocan before, how could it be such a coincidence?

Could it be that he was also ready to confess to Ling Xiaocan at the beginning, but was taken advantage of by others?

After Yang Yunle finished counting, he found that even the number was exactly the same, and he staggered to the ground again, hugged his head, and persuaded himself with his heart that all this was just a dream, just a dream!

Yang Yunle sat alone for a while, then got up and carefully put the leaves into the basket, as if he had put his heart away. Then he turned around, patted the dust off his buttocks, and walked to the inner room.

Go to sleep, maybe when you get up from sleep, you will remember everything.

Yang Yunle forced himself to calm down, don't think about these troublesome things, and soon fell asleep, but vaguely felt that someone had covered him with a quilt, and someone sighed deeply beside him.

Tonight, Yang Yunle didn't have a dream.

……

Early in the morning, Yang Yunle was woken up by Yang's father, and he had to continue class today, he had already prepared Yang Yunle's backpack, and took care of Yang Yunle like a child.

"Child, go straight home from school, don't go anywhere." Father Yang admonished, and he didn't know what he was worried about.

Yang Yunle thought that Father Yang was afraid that he would run around like yesterday without memory, so he quickly nodded: "I'll come back after school, don't worry, Dad, I won't let you worry anymore." ”

Yang Yunle said as he stepped out of the gate of his yard. He was in a much better mood today than he was yesterday, although he still didn't remember anything.

He took a deep breath of the air, and it was still the familiar smell of medicine.

From Yang Yunle's courtyard to the school, it was a long street, and Yang Yunle looked around as he walked.

Oh, this girl is Xu Zi, a girl who sells chicken leg rice. In Yang Yunle's dream, Xu Zi is indeed a girl who loves chicken leg rice, so everything in the dream has roots.

He couldn't help laughing, how stupid he was to indulge in his dreams.

Today's weather is much better than yesterday, the sun is shining, and Yang Yunle slept well yesterday, so he has been looking around.