Welcome to the world of strange dreams

Luo Zhao didn't say anything, but suddenly reached out and grabbed Fu Minghui's arm, pulling her straight to the seventh floor.

Looking at the unit door in front of him, Fu Minghui couldn't even say an annoyed word.

She didn't know if it was an illusion, but more than a year had passed, and the situation she saw with the naked eye was not the least bit strange, but she just felt an aura of loneliness.

It makes people feel full of sadness in an instant.

The so-called aura still exists.

It's just that people's feelings are dull and sometimes they don't understand.

"Let's wait another day." After a long time of gathering courage, she still swallowed and said.

"There's no point in escaping. What needs to be done will eventually be done." Luo Zhao was a bit unreasonable.

"Then... it's good to escape for a while..." Fu Minghui wanted to turn around and leave, but Luo Zhao pinched his collar and carried him back directly.

"Go by yourself." His uncompromising and cold look made Fu Minghui want to bite.

But wait...

"What? Me?" She pointed to her nose, suddenly realizing that the voice was a bit loud, she quickly lowered her voice, approached Luo Zhao and said, "Aren't you coming with me?"

She was not short, but Luo Zhao was too tall, so she could only try her best to raise her neck and stand on tiptoes.

In Luo Zhao's eyes, this look seemed a bit eager to please and a bit of a showdown.

But it was quite cute, and he had to control himself not to smile.

Otherwise, this guy must have climbed along the pole and climbed very neatly.

After getting along with her for a while, I discovered that she had been pampered since she was a child, and she was actually a bit of a princess in her personality.

But he is not the kind that makes troubles, or he is ignorant of the sufferings of this world, and he is gentle and kind-hearted.

She has been too little struck by life and takes many things for granted.

In fact, only through ups and downs can we grow, but the blows she faced over the past year were so severe and sudden that he suddenly couldn't bear it.

Actually...a little bit...wanted to protect her...

Except for his disguised identity at school, he rarely shows his face to the outside world. Especially when performing tasks like this, they are always hidden in the dark.

but……

"I can go in with you, but you can only communicate with me." He wondered why he compromised.

He never compromises on his work tasks.

I just brought her here this time. After all, it was dangerous for her to travel alone, so she didn't intend to interfere.

He sighed inwardly, raised his hand to touch the rim of his glasses, and began to adjust the data.

Fu Minghui was startled, thinking that they were inside the border and were going out now. After all, Luo Zhao's action meant pressing the offline button.

But I don't know what he twisted with his fingers. They were ordinary rimless glasses, but they were quickly stained with ink, covering his eyes like sunglasses, which at least covered his face.

"Wow, what kind of black technology is this? Can you get one for me?" she exclaimed.

Luo Zhao regretted it.

Because, as expected, she started making demands.

"If you keep talking, you can go alone." He said in a cold voice.

Paired with his image after changing to sunglasses, it’s really cool.

Fu Minghui didn't dare to push the envelope any further. He took several deep breaths and went through what he wanted to say in his mind several times before regaining his courage and knocking on the door in front of him.

Standing in the doorway was a thin, middle-aged woman.

Extremely thin, almost dry, as if his soul had been drained by a cruel fate.

His complexion was also quite bad, with two large black spots on his forehead.

Fu Minghui doesn't know much about Taoism, such as Feng Shui, facial appearance, horoscopes and so on.

But her biological father was a Taoist priest, so he naturally had some knowledge after hearing a lot of nagging.

Such a dark cloud is not only a sign of bad luck, but there must also be something wrong with your body.

But at this moment, when he really saw the mother of the little fire fighter, Fu Minghui was stuck. He stood there silently, staring at her with big eyes.

It was only after Luo Zhao coughed lightly that Fu Minghui began to introduce himself stammeringly. Identity, naturally, is the local civil affairs department.

"Oh, I called before, I didn't expect you to come so late." Li Mei tried her best to smile, with a hint of apology, "Come in quickly, I'm afraid there is nothing to entertain..."

Fu Minghui glanced at Luo Zhao before stepping in.

She was really afraid, nothing more than being too afraid to face other people's sadness.

The wound deep in her heart is far from healed...

It's a small two-bedroom apartment, and the living room is also very cramped.

But next to the window, there is an altar table with a single bed underneath.

Bedding and pillows were neatly arranged on the bed, but they looked completely untouched.

There were offerings on the table and a bowl of cold rice, but the photo was upside down.

"It's been so long, and I still can't see the photo of my cub." Li Mei smiled again.

The smile was gentle and beautiful, but it was like a mask covering sadness.

Even though Fu Minghui kept telling her not to work, she still brought hot tea and some clean fruits.

And sugar.

"This is my cub's favorite food." She pointed to a candy.

The same candies that Wei Tong loves are disgusting and even hate Wujiwu.

But the little firefighter's favorite food made Fu Minghui feel sad and warm at the same time.

He was still so young and hadn't eaten much.

"Don't be busy, I... have something to say." Fu Minghui was still stammering, as if there was a puff of air in his chest.

If she didn't mention it, she would cry.

Holding it, her words got stuck in her throat.

Li Mei sat down awkwardly across from her, her hands unconsciously grabbing the knees of her pants.

She also quickly glanced at Luo Zhao, who was sitting next to Fu Minghui.

For such a tall man, he still wears sunglasses at night and is serious about words, just like the bodyguard of the cute girl in front of him.

But strangely enough, he's not scary or oppressive at all.

Sitting there so quietly, as motionless as a mountain, it made people feel that the room was completely filled, and suddenly it became warm.

"Is such that……"

Fu Minghui finally found his voice, but when the words came to his lips, an idea struck him and he suddenly changed his mind.

The general meaning is that, in addition to the government's pension for the martyrs, she discovered that the little soldier had bought an accident insurance before his death, and the beneficiary was her mother.

"Although it's not much, only 200,000, it should arrive soon." She finally said.

Luo Zhao remained silent, but frowned unconsciously.

Her rhetoric has changed!

Originally, it was just to fulfill a last wish of the little firefighter and give his mother a gift. The price of the gift was not low. He had saved money for a long time, but it was a pity that he didn't have time to buy it yet...

What does Fu Minghui mean now?

But he didn't ask much. He saw Li Mei smiling bitterly, but she didn't look happy when she heard about the unexpected money income.

"I'm not very nice to him." She stood up, walked to the altar table, and gently rubbed the upside-down photo.

He dug at it with his fingers, but still didn't dare to turn it over.

She turned her back so no one could see her face.

But the slight shrug of her shoulders showed that she was crying suppressedly.

I said before that this story is almost over.

But today, following the plot, I found that there are still a few chapters left.

I have to tie up the tail of the first two dreams.

Don't be anxious, everyone.