"Are you concerned about him? Haha, it may leave some psychological shadow, but if we can move faster, it shouldn't be a big problem. However, I still have a lot to say to you, so I can't hurry up.

Is he that Karen? Indeed, he is even better-looking than what he saw in the newspaper. He is a handsome young man. Does my granddaughter like him? "

Philomena shook her head.

"Don't like him? Actually, there is nothing to be embarrassed about. Women like handsome men, just like men like beautiful women. It is a normal thing.

He is also very handsome, really, haha."

"Grandma, can this be over?" Philomena slowly raised the Nightmare Blade in her hand.

"Alas." Mrs. Fisher sighed, "Grandma hopes to accompany you slowly through the last part of your life. Why can't you understand Grandma's intentions?

You should learn to be grateful, Philomena, really, you should learn to be grateful."

"I want you to die, the sooner the better."

"She is a little more cheerful than before." Mrs. Fisher stretched out, "Today is also a family gathering. Those who are supposed to come have already come, and those who are not supposed to come are left alone.

.

Now, it should be about you and me. My good granddaughter, it’s time for you to repay grandma.

answer me,

Will you stand there willingly and let grandma do whatever you want?"

"Won't."

"Then you can first look down at the knife in your hand."

Philomena lowered her head and found that the nightmare blade she originally held in her hand had now turned into a recorder.

This means that she has been pulled into different levels of dreams by her grandmother, where her grandmother's will can change everything.

Mrs. Fisher stretched out her hand and took the recorder from Philomena:

"When you were just born, you liked to cry. I pricked you with needles and you cried. I scared you and you cried. I couldn't threaten you at all, and you weren't afraid of me at all, but your crying was really...

It makes me so upset.

So, I picked up a recorder and started playing.

You think it's strange or not, but once the recorder is played, you will stop crying immediately.

I used it to coax you and stop you from crying until you gradually grew up and began to be afraid of the needle in my hand, my tone, and my eyes.

This recorder was never played again.

It's been a long time, and I really miss it.

Don't blame grandma. Although grandma gave birth to your uncles and your father, she actually never took care of them for a day. There are servants who can help take care of them.

When it was your turn, there was no one around to help, so I had to do it myself. Although I wanted to simply strangle you to death many times, after thinking about it, I finally held back.

Do you want to hear this voice again?"

Mrs. Fisher raised her recorder to her lips and began to play.

The melodious sound of the flute floated out, and Philomena began to pounce on her grandma. She kept switching between the dagger and dagger in her hand, but her grandma, who was clearly close in front of her, became so far away when she took action.

Far.

a long time,

Mrs. Fisher smiled. She looked at Philomena, who was already breathing, and said:

"I don't believe that my granddaughter has only prepared these for today. You should know that the real battlefield between you and grandma should be in dreams, not reality.

I have told you many times that reality is just a dream, and you actually have nothing to miss, because in reality, you can never be your grandma's opponent."

Philomena said in a deep voice: "I have been dreaming for so long, and now I want to wake up."

As soon as she finished speaking, the floor next to Philomena began to rapidly crack and spread outwards, the chandelier above her head began to shake violently, the walls began to fall off, and everything around her began to distort like a broken mirror.

"dream."

Mrs. Fisher raised the recorder in her hand and struck it in front of her.

"Bang!"

"puff!"

Philomena spit out a mouthful of blood and knelt on the ground.

Everything that was originally crumbling quickly recovered at this time, and finally returned to its original appearance.

"My dear granddaughter, do you feel the difference between you and grandma?"

Mrs. Fisher walked slowly towards Philomena, who was kneeling on the ground, and continued:

"This is not because grandma has been dreaming for longer than you, but because you think the pain you have endured since childhood is called pain? Only your grandma and I can understand the real pain."

Mrs. Fisher stretched out her index finger and pointed it between Philomena's eyebrows.

"Woof! Woof! Woof!"

Just then, a man crawled over and rushed over.

Mrs. Fisher twitched the corner of her mouth, turned around, raised her recorder, stabbed the man in the chest, and nailed him to the floor.

"Aww...aoww..."

The man stuck out his tongue and could no longer move his body, but he still turned his face sideways and looked at Philomena who was kneeling in front of her. He made a clasping gesture with his hands and touched the uppers of his daughter's shoes from time to time.

"You are just a dog, do you really regard her as your daughter?"

Mrs. Fisher smiled mockingly at her son lying in a pool of blood.

"Okay, come on, grandma knows that you have an independent dream, which is specially reserved for grandma, so I will treat it as a gift from you to grandma.

It's like a child building a castle on the beach, holding the adult's hand and saying, who will live in this house, and who will live in this house.

Come,

Take grandma to visit."

Mrs. Fisher's fingertips pierced Philomena's eyebrows, and Philomena's body began to tremble violently.

Next to him, his father was lying on the ground, with tears in his eyes.

Finally, the trembling ended.

"Come on, grandma will follow you."

Philomena stood up with a blank look, lowered her head first, and glanced at her father who was nailed to the ground by the recorder.

"Aww...aoww..."

Her father's dog paws were pulling on her trouser legs, as if trying to keep her away.

Then, Philomena looked to her side again.

As the blood dripped from her eyebrows, her vision was gradually covered with blood, and she saw a young man, nailed to a chair, motionless.

"You still like him, don't you?" said Mrs. Fisher.

Philomena shook her head dully and replied: "He is different from others."

Mrs. Fisher's face showed a kind smile like an elder:

"Love, generally, starts like this."

"This is not love. Some people have light in them."

"Look, you have found the same feeling as grandma did back then. We are indeed our own grandparents."

"But..." Philomena paused, "Who would sleep with the light on?"

Mrs. Fisher froze on the spot, her eyes darkened, as if she was doubting her granddaughter's state when she said these words.

However, her suspicion could not be confirmed because her granddaughter had always spoken in this way.

"You won't understand that staying next to light is also a kind of happiness."

"Will go blind."

Philomena walked to the bathroom, and soon, the sound of spraying came from inside.

Mrs. Fisher lowered her head and looked at the dying dog man.

said:

"Son, mom, I suddenly feel uneasy in my heart, haha."

Spraying stops;

Philomena walked out of the bathroom naked. She always looked like this at home.

That is, when she was taking a shower in Karen's office, she knew that Karen didn't like it, so she closed the door unnecessarily.

Philomena went into her bedroom, followed by Mrs. Fisher.

The girl's bed only has a mattress, no sheets or quilts, and there is no possibility of a teddy bear.
To be continued...