Tender as wild

Chapter 45 Predictive Dream

The end of the year is over.

The new year is coming.

Bai Li left quietly on her birthday.

In addition to the New Year's Day holiday, after three days, she continued to return to school and devoted herself to studying.

There is no heating in the southern city, and the classrooms need ventilation. The air conditioner is turned on as if it is not turned on. The white snow in the sky is like a layer of silver blanket laid on the ground. Every finger of Bai Li is almost frozen.

Study during the day, memorize at night, and spend every day like this.

However, days are not static.

Baili was raised well in Lingjiang. Her complexion was no longer yellowish and her hair was shiny. Her original beauty was revealed.

When the second light snow fell, Baili came back from physical education class, and there were several bottles of drinks and a pair of gloves on the desk.

There are a few green sticky notes next to it, the top one reads:

[Bai Li-san, a gift for you. 】

In the coldest months, only in youthful campuses can such passionate things happen.

Bai Li was surprised and a little troubled. She held her chin and looked around at the classmates. She couldn't guess who sent them, and she didn't know how to deal with these kind words.

He Suisui beside her laughed at her teasingly, and exaggeratedly speculated that after many years, she would become the white moonlight in the hearts of many boys in private schools.

Occasionally, some self-proclaimed romantic male classmates would block her on the way home, scratching their heads and expressing their feelings in a low voice.

"Bai Li, I like you, so which school do you want to go to in the future? I'll go with you!"

These are the words Baili said to her brother a few days ago, but they didn't have the bold "I like you" words.

At the moment, she understands this sentiment best.

Therefore, whenever this happens, she will politely say "Thank you for your like", and then refuse softly: "Sorry, I already have someone I like."

Seeing the boy walking away awkwardly, she also felt a little sorry.

But Baili understands that the most important thing is to study.

Young people like it to come and go quickly without causing too much resentment or regret.

Whenever Baili has free time, she will buy some specialty snacks that cannot be bought elsewhere and send them to Fang Ye. If they are particularly delicious, she will buy more and give them to Brother Chengzi and others. All the money spent was Baili's pocket money saved by herself.

She didn't touch the money Fang Ye gave her. In her mind, the money would be returned to Fang Ye in the future.

After New Year's Day, we will face the final exam of the first half of the semester.

The New Year comes very quickly this year. New Year’s Eve is in early February, so the final exam comes quickly.

Results come out on the day of the final exam.

Baili got good grades in the exam.

Ms. Hu took the report card of the top three students in the whole grade and gave a rare smile. Then she turned around and threw the report card into the trash can, deliberately covering it with a layer of peel.

She fiddled with her new manicure and said, "I just called the school. Your sister didn't do well in the exam. Just keep it in mind if you have good grades. Don't talk about it everywhere. Don't make your sister feel uncomfortable."

At this time, Su Changjin walked out of the study and poured half a cup of tea into the trash can. The report card was completely dirty.

Bai Li slowly stepped aside and looked at Ms. Hu with a pair of clear eyes, not hiding the faint sympathy she projected.

A healthy person is willing to let himself have such a despicable soul.

Ms. Hu's face was stiff. If Su Changjin hadn't been here, she would have lost her temper again.

Therefore, when eating that day, all the dishes were placed far away from the white pear.

The stepsister secretly smiled sideways.

The stepbrother did not dare to provoke her, but there was also a hint of ridicule.

Su Changjin has always paid great attention to family harmony, and he remained silent at this moment.

The harmony he wants has always been for his own children to grow up safely and healthily. After an unharmonious dinner time, Baili hid herself in the room. She had no time to grieve and learned not to be angry about such things.

All I could think about was that I had to quickly finish writing the holiday papers assigned by the school.

It doesn’t matter, just go to college!

After more than ten days, when she turned on her phone again and was about to check the study materials sent by her classmates, she suddenly discovered that Brother Chengzi had sent her a message not long ago, but he quickly withdrew it.

Bai Li bit her finger, clicked into Brother Chengzi's chat box and sent: [What did you withdraw? 】

This sentence was not restored until the next day.

Brother Chengzi's rough voice was a little hoarse, "It's okay, sister, I want to say hello to you, how are you lately?"

?

Why did she withdraw the greeting?

Bai Li was puzzled by the explanation, but it made sense. Maybe Brother Chengzi had sent the wrong message and was using an excuse to avoid embarrassment.

Bai Li clicked on the voicemail and said slowly: "Brother Chengzi, I'm fine, but I still have the college entrance examination in half a year. I'm a little busy, so I don't check my phone often."

Brother Chengzi expressed his understanding and wished her one more time, hoping that she would make progress in her studies and have a bright future.

After finishing the chat, Baili worked on the questions until late at night.

The biological clock returned to order, and she felt extremely sleepy as the night progressed. She struggled several times with heavy eyelids, tilted her head, and fell asleep on the table.

The more you sleep, the stiffer your neck becomes and the more restless your sleep becomes.

On and off, she had a dream.

In the dream, Fang Ye was holding an urn, and the small building in Lingjiang was knocked down by a huge excavator.

Her beautiful Lingjiang building was completely reduced to ruins. Fang Ye buried the urn in the soil with red eyes and spat out a mouthful of blood.

And no matter how close she got, she was separated by the rain in the dream.

When she woke up again, Baili was panting and covered in cold sweat.

It was quiet in the deserted guest bedroom, and everything in sight was dark.

The phone dinged and its fluorescence lit up.

Her heart suddenly tightened, and she picked up the phone, fearing that there would be some bad news.

But no, nothing.

On the screen was a notification from Weibo.

[Have you ever had a prophetic dream? 】

This is too coincidental. Has big data evolved to this point?

Bai Li opened her mouth, sat up from the bed with her hands on her hands, and clicked on the notification. The person who posted the message was a blogger who studied numerology.

Apart from a bunch of professional numerology knowledge, the article says this:

[Real people have no dreams, but dreams must bear fruit. 】

[To a certain extent, you are more closely connected with grief. The more suffering you experience, the more you can feel the changes in the world. Divine omens come from time to time, and naturally at this time, there will be prophetic dreams. 】

She stared at the lines of text for a while, then flipped through the comments below.

[@ younger brother is not my younger brother: I have had many precognitive dreams, and I can also dream about things that have happened to others. Even if I am just a netizen, I can dream about what his family is like, his age, and what happened to him without ever meeting him. 】

[@星点灯: I had a precognitive dream that was so accurate that I foresaw the death of a relative. I thought it was just a dream at the time. By the time my family called me, it was already too late. It was a lifetime of pain for me. . 】

The night was so quiet that there was not a sound or a leaf shaking.

Bai Li put her phone on her lap, hurriedly opened WeChat a few seconds later and sent a message to Fang Ye.

[Brother, how are you doing recently? 】

(End of this chapter)