Welcome to the world of strange dreams

Hu Yun was confused by the question and couldn't help but startled, and immediately shook his head.

He used too much force and seemed a little panicked.

"You guys go to the cafeteria quickly, otherwise there will be no breakfast." But Hu Yun immediately changed the subject, waved his hand, and went out.

Fu Minghui sat on the bed stupidly, and when Yun Ke looked over, he raised his thumb.

As expected, he has been trained, and his psychological quality is really impressive.

Unlike her, she was almost exposed after being deceived by others.

Yun Ke didn't answer any questions and just urged Fu Minghui to get up.

When the two of them were on their way to the cafeteria, Yun Kecai said, "You're such a brat, and you're still trying to play tricks on me. I've been scheming with you since I was a child."

"I can't do it, I really can't do it." Fu Minghui even felt ashamed.

"So you are really Silly Baitian, there are a lot of fake ones out there." Yun Ke said carelessly, "You are real, and I like you. Silly Baitian is so good, there is no scheming."

Fu Minghui didn't know what to say, because he didn't know whether it was a compliment or a scolding, so he just changed the topic, "Then you also think there is something wrong with Hu Yun?"

"It's not that I think it, it's my lord who thinks it." Yun Ke shrugged, "But my lord's intuition is terrifyingly accurate. Otherwise, he wouldn't have achieved so many military exploits. He is the youngest director in our bureau. Others, at least, must Stay up until almost fifty.”

Fu Minghui suddenly became curious about Luo Zhao, but suppressed his curiosity.

And Yun Ke was cautious to begin with. Last time he had to search the house without surveillance or eavesdropping equipment before speaking. Now that he was suspicious of Hu Yun, he would not talk about business in the dormitory.

"Do you think Hu Yun pretended to be asleep again last night?" Fu Minghui asked again.

"She thinks she's pretending to be the same. In fact, she can tell by her breathing rate. Even though she's breathing very lightly, I've been trained to tell the difference." Yun Ke sighed, "A good girl doesn't know. Why are you doing something private? Pretending to be asleep like this is actually very tiring, and you can’t move around."

No wonder Hu Yun felt that his sleeping posture was very stiff.

Fu Minghui was thoughtful.

She originally wanted to tell Yun Ke about what happened last night, but Yun Ke didn't ask any more questions. He obviously knew about the meeting in the afternoon, so it would be better to talk about it together then to save her from repeating it.

She didn't want to repeat it. In fact, she didn't want to think about it. After all, it was not a beautiful memory or experience.

After breakfast, they went to class. Since they were in different departments from Yun Ke, they went separately.

"Don't eat in the cafeteria at noon." Yun Ke ordered, "I heard that there is a mutton hot pot restaurant outside the back door of the school that is very delicious. Let's meet there and I'll treat you. Then, we can go to the meeting together."

Fu Minghui nodded, suddenly feeling like commuting to work.

In the following morning class, she was also very serious.

Although it was difficult to keep up, no, it was too flattering to say this. It should be said that she seemed to be listening to heavenly scriptures, but at least she listened to every word.

She finished class a little earlier than Yun Ke. Anyway, it was quite a distance to go to the back entrance of the school through the entire campus, so she walked there slowly first.

When passing by the basketball court, I saw some boys skipping lunch and playing basketball there.

Of course, there are also many little girls who admire them standing on the sidelines cheering, screaming, and jumping up and down.

Fu Minghui usually didn't feel that she was a few years older, but she didn't like hearing it when these eighteen or nineteen-year-old girls called her aunt.

After all, she is not yet twenty-six.

But in this situation, she suddenly felt that there was really a generation separated by five years.

She was indeed an old aunt, because she actually found it boring to stand there and watch boys play basketball.

What catches your eyes? She still likes mature and stable uncle types, such as Luo Zhao.

This thought frightened her, and she shook her head quickly.

Someone happened to hit a good shot, cheers suddenly broke out, and some girls looked over to her. It seemed that after hooking up with Professor Luo, she came to stare at the young boy again, which made her so horny that she quickly left in the chaos.

After walking a few steps, I saw a real uncle in his fifties sitting on a roadside bench not far away.

Not a young and handsome fake uncle like Luo Zhao.

The uncle's expression was a little dazed and thoughtful, as if his brain was frozen and unable to move.

His gaze passed through the passage in the middle, the fence on the basketball, and the girls surrounding it, and looked straight at the court.

If it was just a few glances, he kept looking like this, without moving his body and without seeming to blink, which made Fu Minghui wonder if this was a still picture. She was too curious and stared too intently. The uncle seemed to realize it and turned to look at her.

She immediately smiled in a friendly manner, and the uncle smiled back.

Instinctively, she felt that the uncle had no ill intentions at all, but his breath was obviously weak, as if he was recovering from a serious illness.

Unable to bear it, she stepped forward and said, "Uncle, are you looking for someone but don't know how to get there?"

In fact, she hasn't been to school for a long time and is no longer familiar with the school.

But, it’s better than the people outside.

What's more, looking at the uncle's appearance, he really felt at a loss, and she wanted to help.

But the uncle shook his head, pointed to his throat, smiled friendly again, and pointed to the sky and the basketball court opposite.

That means: He is fine, he just needs to sit here and bask in the sun and watch young people play.

Fu Minghui nodded quickly, tried hard to maintain a smile, and left.

The uncle cannot speak, but he can hear. He is not born deaf-mute.

What's more, she also saw a terrible scar on the uncle's neck.

Across the entire throat, as if the throat had been cut.

And the scar shouldn't have been formed for a long time. Although it has healed, it is still a little red.

What happened?

Fu Minghui felt sympathetic, but soon stopped thinking about it.

After all, people are there, enjoying the sunshine and the excitement of youth sports.

Just live.

There is hope in life.

Don't be like her parents, and Rourou...

She shook her head again, getting rid of those bad thoughts.

When a loved one dies in a violent way, the psychological trauma cannot be recovered in a short time.

No, it may never recover.

Some sadness and thoughts, like balls that cannot be pressed down, would always surface inadvertently and tenaciously, hitting her heart.

She knew this was unavoidable, and now she was trying hard to face it calmly.

However, she can't always think about those negative things.

Otherwise, she will not live well, and her parents and Rourou will be worried.

After running for a few steps, she felt that the depression in her chest was dissipated, and she went to the mutton soup pot shop to wait.

Unexpectedly, Yun Ke ended get out of class later than her, but arrived earlier than her.

At this time, while flipping through the menu, he waved to her.

Yun Ke still wears a big T-shirt, jeans, and short hair.

And this time she actually had a cigarette in her hand, looking like a bad boy in society.

When Fu Minghui walked over, he attracted a lot of attention.

She suddenly felt like a good girl fell in love with a gangster and went out on a date behind her parents' back.

This made her laugh and cry, but the mutton pot was really delicious.

The second update is due to yesterday’s update.

Tomorrow will be absolutely on time, 11 noon.