"It's all your fault for the dead lame man. If it weren't for you, I wouldn't have come here to suffer."

Bang! The hot porridge fell on Wei Congxi's arm. He felt the scorching pain on his arm. He looked down and saw that the burned area had already turned red.

"Yes...you were you who were careless, don't blame me..." The door was closed.

Wei Congxi touched it gently, and a string of blisters appeared, which hurts when it moved.

This is not the first time.

That woman, sooner or later, he will kill her.

It was cold and the room was as cold as an ice cellar. Wei Congxi didn't even have a decent quilt. He looked at the roof with his eyes open and thought to himself: Maybe it's better to die like this, but you don't have to suffer so much if you die.

He didn't care about the injuries on his arm at all, because no matter how painful it hurts, it would be better to feel distressed.

The north wind was howling outside, and the woman was cursing again, and there were all kinds of bad words.

Tears flowed down the corners of his eyes, and even he cried silently.

It can only be silent.

I fell asleep unknowingly.

Wei Congxi felt a pair of warm hands gently touching his forehead, followed by a sigh.

"Why did you get a fever after getting better?"

It's a woman's voice.

Wei Congxi grabbed the man's hand: "Mom..." "It's okay!"

Someone comforted him softly.

He opened his eyes and saw a disgusting face.

He subconsciously shook the man's hand away.

“How does it feel?

I made porridge, you can drink some."

Shi Luo held the porridge and put it on his mouth and blew it gently to his mouth: "Take it quickly, otherwise you will feel uncomfortable when you take the medicine later."

Wei Congxi didn't drink it. He knew it was the woman's trick. The last time she asked him to drink porridge, she put mouse shit on him. The disgusting Wei Congxi almost vomited his intestines.

He avoided.

Shi Luo didn't seem to care, so she patiently raised the spoon and handed the warm porridge to him.

Wei Congxi was indeed very hungry. Looking at the white and sweet porridge in front of him, for some reason, he opened his mouth.

It's delicious, and nothing strange is added.

After drinking half a bowl of porridge, Shi Luo put the bowl down, and talked about how much money she had earned today, and asked if she would plant grapes in the yard next spring?

Her voice was gentle like never before, like the spring breeze blowing her face, blowing the anger in Wei Congxi's eyes clean.

He lay on the bed, looking at the familiar roof.

The body is covered with a fluffy quilt, which exudes the unique smell of sunshine and cotton.

Wei Congxi felt that he was dreaming.

It must be true. If it weren't for dreaming, why did the injury on his hands stop hurting, and why Shi Luo was so gentle, as if he had completely changed into a person... I fell asleep unknowingly. When Wei Congxi woke up, he was still lying in the dilapidated house, with a hard bed beneath his body. The room was lifeless and there was no longer the warmth in the dream.

Outside the door, the woman came back, and curses came, and Wei Congxi smiled mockingly.

He was indeed dreaming.

However, he is only eighteen years old. In the long-lost cold winter, a ray of sunshine suddenly shines in, which always makes people feel warm and want to catch it again.

The injury on his arm caused him to have a high fever and he fell asleep soon.

This time, he woke up in bed, and Shi Luo kept guarding him.

"I said, what's wrong with you? I don't pay attention to your body anymore?

She was also going out to get wet in the rain..." She said something blamed on her lips, but in fact there was no point in her tone of blame, only...heartache?

Wei Congxi felt that he was crazy, how could Shi Luo feel sorry for him?

Sure enough, I dreamed again.

It's really good in the kids.

Shi Luo took care of him meticulously, and she spoke very gently. Although she occasionally had a little temper, she was very cute... cute?

Wei Congxi thought this idea was terrible.

Although he knew he was dreaming, Wei Congxi decided to wake him up so that he would not fall into this absurd and terrible dream and could not extricate himself.

He has always been ruthless to himself, perhaps because he knew it was in a dream, he pinched himself hard.

It hurts...it hurts...isn't this a dream?

"Wei Congxi, what are your faults? What are you doing?"

Shi Luo ran over, put the noodles in the bowl on the table, and handed him another pair of chopsticks.

"I always eat porridge and have a light mouth, right?

I cooked the noodles and slaughtered an egg for you. You are too thin and you need to make up for it well. Otherwise, when you get older..." Wei Congxi looked at her face and listened to her nagging, he felt dazed, as if he should be like this.

He reached out and touched her face, trying to make sure that the person in front of him was real, not a dream.

Shi Luo opened his hand, but his face turned red: "Don't think you're sick, you can take the opportunity to take advantage of it."

After saying that, she ran out.

Wei Congxi held the bowl and ate the noodles bit by bit. It was chopped green onion noodles, which was very simple, but it was delicious. It was the best noodles he had ever eaten in his life and a taste that he would never find in the rest of his life.

"What else can I sleep when a cripple person is dead?

You will know how to sleep all day long. Why don’t you die like a waste? Why don’t you die? What’s the use of living? Wasting food!”

Perhaps it was because of the sunshine that Wei Congxi was no longer so resentful when he opened his eyes to see that woman.

He looked at the woman's face carefully, it was exactly the same, but it was completely different.

They are one person, but certainly not the same person.

Wei Congxi smiled.

As long as he falls asleep, he can see her. It's not a dream. He will hurt, but she won't let him hurt.

"Why are you laughing? You're so disgusting. I'll tell you that there's no rice at home. I'll take away your jade pendant and sell it."

The woman said as she rummaged through the boxes and took away Wei Congxi's jade pendant.

Wei Congxi didn't care at all. He lay on the bed and laughed silently.

Unfortunately, he never had that dream again. No matter how hard he tried, he never saw that person again.

Time flies, Wei Congxi sits on the dragon throne, and he kills the Emperor of Great Zhou and replaces it.

In the past few years, he has been full of hatred in his eyes and heart, but now he has revenged and he has lost his hatred. What is left to him?

Princess Leshan from Nanyue is here to marry him and will arrive tomorrow.

Wei Congxi was not interested.

Nanyue wolf is ambitious and Xiao Yu is sinister and despicable. He just made such a princess and made a plan, so he went on.

Wei Congxi did not take good care of him when he was young. Now, as the person in his dream said, he was sick, but he was not old yet. He was only in his twenties and was like an old man. When Xiao Qi combed his hair a few days ago, he said that he had white hair.

It doesn't matter, no one cares, even if his head is covered with white hair, he doesn't care.

He had a headache and always couldn't sleep for half a night. Xiaoqi rubbed him by chance, which would relieve him a little.

His harem has no women. His experience in the far mountain town has already discouraged him from women. He hates women and allows him to live in the same room with them. He would rather live alone in his old age.

Maybe he had nothing to worry about today, so he fell asleep.

"I've been born, congratulations, I'm a daughter..." Before Wei Congxi could react, he saw a woman handing him a cradle. He was forced to take it over. Looking at the ugly baby in the cradle, he didn't know what to react.

"Dad, let me see my sister, let me see..." Wei Congxi lowered his head, and there was a beautiful little boy beside him, with a familiar appearance... but not exactly like him... "Dad, let's go and see my mother."

father?

Are you calling him?

Wei Congxi entered the house with the ugly baby and the little boy.

A woman lay on the bed, pale and weak. Seeing them, she smiled at him: "Come here, let me see the child."

Wei Congxi walked over blankly and placed the child on the bed.

Shi Luo looked at the child gently and said to the ugly baby with disgrace, "It's so ugly, exactly the same as when you were a child."

Wei Congxi looked at her blankly, and he knew that this was her.

The one she in his dream more than ten years ago.

She is not a dream, she is real.
To be continued...