Shen Zhilie's heart trembled suddenly and she shouted: "Grandma!"

But such an abyss seemed to have no end, and Shen Zhilie didn't even hear the sound of falling.

"Old Shen, Old Shen?"

I vaguely seemed to hear Ye Qianqian's voice.

Shen Zhilie turned around suddenly and saw Ye Qianqian at a glance.

Ye Qianqian was standing on the edge of the cliff, holding a child in her hand.

When he saw Shen Zhilie, Ye Qianqian smiled at him.

Looking down at the child beside him, Shen Zhilie couldn't help but turn his eyes.

However, the child was wearing cute plaid suspenders and a white shirt, and his little head was covered with a watermelon taro's head. He was so short and cute.

But I can't see my face clearly.

There seemed to be a layer of fog on his face, with white light, which could easily confuse people's vision.

"Old Shen, I've been cooking at home, I haven't eaten yet."

Ye Qianqian said.

Shen Zhilie didn't know what he was thinking, but looked at Ye Qianqian and said, "There is no rice at home."

Ye Qianqian's face changed when she held the child, and suddenly turned around in anger, pulled the child directly, and pushed the child down the cliff.

Shen Zhilie was shocked, rushed forward and shouted, "Ye Qianqian, what are you doing!"

Ye Qianqian didn't say anything, turned her head and fisted at Shen Zhilie. Then Shen Zhilie shrank and tightened her ankles. It seemed that someone was dragging her and lowering her head, but she was an old, dry and white hand.

Shen Zhilie was caught off guard and was dragged down.

Suddenly he staggered, Shen Zhilie opened his eyes and came back to his senses and was covered in sweat.

"You have a nightmare?"

Ye Qianqian's voice.

Shen Zhilie was scared again without getting back to his senses and turned his head over.

Ye Qianqian was looking at him, looking a little scared, and was opening her eyes wide, still in shock.

Shen Zhilie came back to his senses and let out a long sigh.

Ye Qianqian reached out to stroke his forehead, and immediately felt sweaty all over his hands.

He shook his hand and said, "Dirty!"

Shen Zhilie looked around and it was dim.

The curtains were not pulled up, and the sky outside had turned white.

It's almost dawn.

Shen Zhilie lay on the bed, turned to look at Ye Qianqian, and asked, "Last time you said you had a strange dream. I lost the child. What exactly does it look like?"

Ye Qianxi blinked her eyes and asked back, "Did you dream too?"

"Well, I think it's strange. I rarely dream. I'll do it almost the same as you do." Shen Zhilie wiped his sweat, sat up and took off his wet pajamas, and said, "Tell me what you dreamed of before."

Ye Qianqian thought about it, frowned, and after a long time, she said, "How did I know? It's been so long, who will remember it? What did you just dream about?"

"It's strange. I feel like I dreamed a lot, but I remember only one thing."

"You lost the child?"

"You lost the child," Shen Zhilie pointed on her forehead, "Why did you lose the child?"

"Not me, bah, you can't dream of rogue me."

Shen Zhilie laughed, "You finally realized my mood at that time, right?"

"Did you see the child's face?" Ye Qianqian asked suddenly.

Shen Zhilie lowered his smile and shook his head gently.

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Chapter completed!