Welcome to the world of strange dreams

Fu Minghui sat there and could only watch his parents leave.

Until the figure disappeared.

She wanted to scream, but couldn't.

I want to move, but I can't.

Only tears kept pouring out, and I was so choked that I couldn't even breathe.

"Fu Minghui, what's wrong with you? Wake up." A man's voice came to his ears.

Rich, nice-sounding, familiar subwoofer.

At the same time, she was accompanied by a big hand holding her shoulder and shaking it gently.

Fu Minghui suddenly woke up and opened his eyes.

The scene in the dream disappeared in an instant, leaving only Luo Zhao's handsome and calm face in front of him, and his concerned eyes.

Fu Minghui was stunned for a few seconds before returning to reality.

His face and pillow were all wet, and he obviously cried very hard.

"Did you have a nightmare? What did you dream about?" Luo Zhao stood beside the bed, straightened up, and asked softly.

He was sure she didn't cross the border, otherwise he wouldn't have known.

He had just finished his work and was going to sleep.

Going back to the bedroom from the living room and passing by Fu Minghui's room, he heard her breathing until she was crying in pain.

As I got closer, I realized that she had curled up into a ball and hugged the quilt tightly, as if she was trying to hold on to something.

He was shocked at that moment.

He had never seen anyone suffer like this, it was very pitiful.

But Fu Minghui did not answer his question.

He could only endure crying until his whole body was shaking, and he stretched out his hands for help.

"Can you... hug... hug... me? Just for a moment, a little... for a while." She couldn't even speak in a coherent manner, and she was sputtering.

Luo Zhao only felt that his heart was so weak that he had no strength to beat.

He wanted to refuse, but he silently bent down and held Fu Minghui in his arms.

As soon as Fu Minghui touched him, he grabbed him tightly and sat up from the bed, wishing he could absorb all the strength and warmth from the other person.

Otherwise, she wouldn't be able to survive.

"My parents have been gone for more than a year and have never visited me."

"I never dream about them."

"It is said that what you think about every day is what you dream about at night. I thought hard during the day and stared at their photos when I fell asleep, but I couldn't dream."

"No matter what I do, I just can't dream."

"But I miss them so much, I miss them so much..."

"I once thought that they must be disappointed in me. Although they love me, they also know that I am useless."

"I'm not strong, independent, smart, and can't do anything. They have been taking care of me, so they must be tired, right?"

"So I'm relieved when I leave. I don't want to see me like this. I'm like a Dou who can't help me."

"I feel like they finally don't have to worry about me, and that's when my soul is gone."

"But I just dreamed about them."

"I realized that it wasn't that they didn't love me anymore and had given up on me. They just couldn't bear to make me sad."

"Now that I know I can be strong, I came to see me."

"They looked... relieved. They said... goodbye to me."

"But I don't want to see you again, I don't want to! I want them back! Even if it costs me my life."

"Come back, why don't you come back?"

"They have done good deeds throughout their lives and have never done any evil. Why? Why did God take them away? This is unfair! Unfair!" "Maybe you were right before, they just went on a trip." Luo Zhao waited for her to finish crying. , sighed almost invisible, and comforted softly.

He never knew that he could be so gentle.

"This world is full of strange things, and we humans can't understand it at all, right?" He continued, "Maybe those so-called dead people just went to live in another dimension. Sooner or later, we all have to go."

"If life is like a train, they just arrive at the station and get off first. All we living people can do is continue to see the scenery along the way, help those around us and ourselves."

"You are not as bad as you say, otherwise how could God send you such a powerful power? You must be very powerful, but you haven't discovered it yet."

"Now that you are no longer autistic and start living seriously, they are relieved."

"Don't you want them to find peace? Then cheer up."

"If you want to repay their love and nurturing kindness to you, then live every day happily, so that the life they gave you will not be in vain, right?"

"I know you are reluctant, you are sad, and you want to keep them. But when they arrive at their place, you can only smile, say goodbye, and keep walking."

"When it's time to get off the bus, have you ever thought that maybe they will be waiting for you on the platform?"

Luo Zhao whispered slowly.

In his opinion, Fu Minghui might have helped Li Mei, which was equivalent to helping him, so he dreamed of his parents.

It was a psychological release and peace of mind.

Of course, it may also be a matter of metaphysics. After all, even boundaries exist. Although he firmly believes in science, he does not exclude other things that are temporarily unexplainable.

After all, he hoped that Fu Minghui could recover from the blow and truly stand up again.

Instead of being calm on the surface, my heart is riddled with holes.

She is his team member, even if she is a non-staff member, he should pay attention to her.

But after he said so much, Fu Minghui still didn't answer and just cried.

She cried so much that he could feel that the clothes on her chest were wet and hot.

But he could also feel that her body gradually softened and stopped shaking, and he knew that she had figured it out and just needed to cry completely.

Humans are truly the most powerful creatures in the world.

Just thinking about it can slowly heal the trauma.

Amidst Fu Minghui's crying, Luo Zhao stopped talking.

Until gradually, the crying became smaller and smaller, and the body became completely soft.

Fu Minghui got tired of crying in his arms and fell asleep.

Luo Zhao put her back on the bed, covered her with a quilt, and turned off the light.

Then he stood in the darkness for a while before leaving.

Early the next morning, Fu Minghui got up from bed with red and swollen eyes.

She was a little embarrassed when she saw Luo Zhao. After all, she would never forget that dream and what she did after waking up.

She begged for a hug.

"Move quickly, we must set off within half an hour." Luo Zhao returned to his usual decisive and reticent state.

In that situation, there was definitely only orders and audience orders between the boss and the minions, and there was no other emotional exchange.

Fu Minghui could only say "Oh" and immediately ran back to pack his few luggage.

The awkward atmosphere quickly dissipated in Luo Zhao's attitude that he didn't seem to mind and didn't care about what happened last night.

When Fu Minghui thought about it, it seemed as if his gentle comfort was just part of the job and not a big deal.

Well, no big deal really.

Fu Minghui thought, and boarded the plane directly with Luo Zhao, returning to his home.

Second update.

Inexplicably, I remembered a certain lovely reader who saw Fu Minghui grabbing Luo Zhao's hand and said in the comment area: Let go!

Then I wonder what I would say about nirvana after seeing this beg for a hug?