Listening to Feng Yinglou's whisper in her ear, the struggling look on her mother's face suddenly faded a lot. Maybe she thought of the joy of teasing her children in the past. Instead, she felt deep love. She murmured to herself:

: "Yeah, that little guy is really a little bastard!"

"He is not just a little rice bucket, but also an out-and-out little fox." Fengyinglou whispered: "Do you still remember, one time you cooked half a pot of ribs, and the kid just put them under the dining table?

A piece of newspaper, each piece of ribs was only half-eaten, and he quietly threw the ribs on the newspaper under the dining table. When everyone finished eating half the pot of ribs, there was a small pile of half-gnawed bones on the newspaper at his feet.

In the words of his father, this is called rats storing food."

The mother in her arms really smiled this time.

"Yeah, he thought he was doing it very secretly, even very proudly. He really didn't know that when he was hiding under the quilt and secretly chewing on the pile of half-meat spare ribs, his father and I were hiding

Watching secretly on the side, having fun secretly."

At this point, my mother's face suddenly showed a trace of hesitation and confusion: "Who are you, and how do you know about our family?"

Mom's eyes suddenly straightened, because Fengyinglou had placed a pair of small steel balls hanging in the air with strings that were constantly swinging left and right in front of her eyes.

When Fengyinglou first received the "Ghost Sting" training, the female teacher who was proficient in behavioral psychology used this small prop to hypnotize Fengyinglou.

Two small steel balls, one left and one right, kept gently swinging, overlapping and splitting again and again, constantly disrupting the mother's persistence in reality, and the voice of Fengyinglou, at this time, sounded like

It was as if it was coming through a layer of water, with a bit of unrealistic erraticness: "I am the dream in your heart, of course I will know about your family."

"A dream? Are you a dream?" The mother murmured to herself: "Am I still dreaming now? By the way, what year is it now?"

"August, 1993." Fengyinglou whispered: "The jujubes on your hometown mountain are almost ripe."

When she heard the words "1993", my mother's body suddenly relaxed completely. "Ah, it turns out it was really a dream. It really scared me to death."

"Yes, it's really a dream. What you should do now is to rest as much as possible to replenish your physical strength. You know that if you have a nightmare when you go to bed at night, you will probably not have a dream all day when you wake up the next day.

Spiritual.”

The mother nodded vigorously: "My Xiaolou didn't join the army? He didn't know a boy named Lei Hongfei, and Xiaolou's father didn't send him to the Fifth Special Forces. All of this is my dream?"

Speaking of this, the mother's face suddenly showed a hint of anxiety: "But Xiaolou was taught by his father to have a soft personality. Even if he was beaten by a classmate in school, he would not dare to say a word when he came home. I'm worried

, if this continues, he will be bullied for the rest of his life."

"Yeah, I'm obviously in the house, why is it raining?"

The mother suddenly let out an exclamation, but she soon relaxed, "This is my dream. Since it is not true, of course it is okay to rain in the house."

"Of course." Fengyinglou breathed softly. His voice sounded a little weird and hoarse at this time: "In your dream, you are the real God, even if you want to have hail falling and the sun rising high.

It’s okay to take a photo.”

"Forget it, I don't want to catch a bad cold from the hail in my dream. It's raining from the sun in the house, oh, it turns out I also have a talent for making pranks. I feel really tired now, my dream,

Don't disturb me, let me have a good sleep first..."

Convinced that she was dreaming and that this scene would never happen in reality, the mother, who was completely relieved, finally slowly closed her eyes in a whisper and fell into a sweet dream.
Chapter completed!