Panic, helplessness...
Fortunately, on her way, she encountered a kind old lady who took her back home when she couldn’t find her mother.
The scene switched, and people from a village all gathered at the old lady’s house to watch the excitement.
The child, who was three or four years old, could already speak and successfully returned to Beijing with the help of the Village Chief.
Just as she was about to return home, Ni Cuihua suddenly woke up!
Despite the coolness of the room, a layer of cold sweat broke out on Ni Cuihua’s face.
Ni Cuihua fumbled to switch on the lamp and sat up leaning against the headboard.
"What’s wrong, Daya?" Shangguan Dehui groped for his glasses on the bedside table and put them on, "Did you have a nightmare?"
"Yes," Ni Cuihua nodded.
"Don’t be afraid," Shangguan Dehui patted Ni Cuihua’s back, "Dreams are the opposite of reality."
"I feel like I dreamed about my childhood," Ni Cuihua said, "but I’m not sure if that was me."
Strange to say, a child of three or four should have their own memories, although incomplete, there should be some, but Ni Cuihua’s memories of her childhood were extremely vague, she couldn’t remember anything before the age of five or six.
"What did you dream about?" Shangguan Dehui asked as he got out of bed to pour water for Ni Cuihua.
Ni Cuihua took the water glass, drank a sip, and then began to describe that strange dream.
Shangguan Dehui adjusted his glasses, "I think what you dreamed about is very likely to be true. Sometimes, the mind forgets, but the subconscious remembers."
Ni Cuihua said, "But I clearly dreamed that the Village Chief grandfather sent me back to Beijing, so why did I end up in Xiaomu Village later?"
Shangguan Dehui slightly furrowed his brows, "Maybe the you in the dream was so eager to go home that the part about returning to Beijing was also added by your subconscious?"
"Is that so?" Ni Cuihua asked.
Shangguan Dehui glanced at his watch, "It’s only one in the morning now, and I don’t have to work tomorrow since it’s Saturday. To prevent you from having another nightmare, why don’t we do something meaningful?"
Ni Cuihua rolled her eyes at Shangguan Dehui, "Turn off the light!"
Once the light was turned off, darkness enveloped the whole room, swallowing all sounds.
Ni Cuihua typically got up every morning to cook breakfast, but this morning, the person in the kitchen was Shangguan Dehui.
"Dad, why is it you?" Ni Yang expressed her surprise, "I thought it was Mom!"
Shangguan Dehui rinsed the pot with water, "Your mom didn’t sleep well last night, and I don’t have to work today. Yangyang, what would you like to eat? I’ll make it."
Ni Yang opened the fridge and took out a bottle of mineral water, "I’m fine with anything, you decide."
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