Chapter 810: Pitching (35)

Blue Mandala: Pitch (Varu Araan)

（35）

I had a dream in which Qing'er came to me and said, "Don't forget the time of the return trip." I said, "Let's have dinner today, you haven't been to my new home, and you haven't tasted my husband's handiwork."

Qing'er smiled gracefully and turned to leave. Her back is still the same as when she was a child, and I suddenly remembered that Qing'er's face was also when she was a child, and I only saw the photo of her when she was a child, this is not a dream, right?

I stood against the wall in amazement, looking around. I saw three boys walking straight up, two of them standing not far away, and the middle one walked up to me, pulled my coat pocket, and filled a handful of candy. Oh my God, I'm still wearing the kind of floral clothes with pockets in my pockets when I was a kid, and I can decorate everything.

I grabbed the man's hand, the palm was so big, my hand only grabbed the ring finger and little finger. I said, "Is there anything addictive in the candy?"

God, could you say this kind of thing when you were a child?

The little eyes smiled and said he was leaving, but he would come back to see me, because he was happy to see me.

By this time I had left the wall with him, and I watched him join the two companions, drifting away as he had come. I looked back, and the wall had fallen, silently. It's strange, it's just a wall, not the rows of white-walled and blue-tiled bungalows I lived in when I was a kid.

I woke up immediately, felt the pajamas were damp, changed into a new one and continued to sleep. I dreamed that my husband sneaked into the room......

With a "snap", my husband turned on the light.

"Why didn't you close the door properly? You were so careless that you only closed the security door, and the door was blown open by the wind before it was closed. My husband said, "I'll see if anyone is sleeping in your bed." ”

"You're going to be on the side of your sleep. I said, not opening my eyes.

"It's too hot in this house, so the ghost sleeps with you!" the husband said, turned off the lights and left.

No wonder I dream, I rarely dream, or I rarely remember the dreams I had, so every time I remember it, I keep a record. But it has always been my husband's job to close the door, no matter whether others close it or not, he has to check it every night and make a loud noise.

I don't turn on the air conditioner all summer, it's too hot, and in the winter, I have to open the window and wear a nightcap in the middle of the night, and it's too cold in the house, otherwise I'll get dizzy and can't wake up in a closed heating room all night.

I'm a confusing person, and since I was a child, only others have accommodated me, otherwise I will faint to death. Even ghosts are too hot or too cold to provoke me, right?

I remembered where I seemed to travel in my dream, and the next day was the day to set off and return, and Qing'er was to remind me of the departure time.

I remember that I used to make people wait when I rang, and those who couldn't wait to drive away either broke down or fell into the ditch, and I was always the first to get home, although I spent another money on the bus.

I have the impression that it is quite dangerous to travel without paying for a ticket yourself.

It was reported that the train in Jiangxi had derailed, and the big truck in Liaoning had hit the bus. In Beijing, a truck fell from an overpass and smashed a Nissan sedan, and a couple of male colleagues in the sedan were sending female colleagues home.

I thought to myself, I bought a car to get home early, and it must be slower than the bus to send a female colleague like this. It seems that I don't have to urge my husband to buy a car anymore.