In the light blue-based room, bright sunlight shines through the window and reflects on the floor.
Su Xinhong was a little confused. He stretched out his arms from the quilt and rubbed his sleepy eyes. He seemed to have forgotten something, but he couldn't notice it. He just looked lazily at the woman standing beside the bed as if he was not awake.
"Mom, what's wrong? Today is the weekend, don't go to school!"
The woman did not coddle him, so she grabbed his ears and scolded him softly.
"You brat, have you forgotten what I told you yesterday?"
She was dressed in slim-fitting home casual clothes, plain and simple, but it could not hide her natural beauty and figure that could make most women feel inferior.
No matter when, whether you are angry or laughing, wherever you stand, you will see a beautiful scenery that eclipses everything around you.
"Hiss... it hurts, it hurts... Mom, please be gentle..."
Su Xinhong was pulled to sit up and instinctively begged for mercy.
"You still know it hurts. Get up and clean up quickly. I'm going to touch up your makeup. Don't waste my time, kid."
Su Zhijing patted his face, turned around and left lightly.
Su Xinhong covered his ears, still feeling a little dizzy.
He instinctively felt that something was wrong, but he didn't know what the problem was.
"Could it be that I stayed up too late yesterday and lost my mind?"
He muttered and slapped his face twice more to wake himself up. Then he got up and went to the bathroom.
After a routine of brushing teeth and washing face, it only took three minutes for Su Xinhong to arrive at the door of his mother's bedroom with a fried dough stick in his mouth and a bag of milk. He pulled up a stool and sat down to watch her dress up.
Don't believe it when a woman says she'll put on makeup or something later. Maybe they haven't finished it yet after you finish playing games and go to sleep.
Su Xinhong's mother, Su Zhijing, has impeccable natural beauty. Cosmetics and the like will only lower her appearance. But facing such a large wardrobe, which contains clothes of different styles and shoes of different brands, she is always There will be a little bit of difficulty in choosing.
"Mom, what's going on today? I don't remember anything important, right?"
He took a sip of strawberry milk and suddenly frowned. He had always liked drinking it before, but today he felt something was wrong with the taste.
"Can't you have some snacks, kid?"
Glancing at him with faint eyes, Su Zhijing put down the black dress she was drawing on, took out an aqua pleated skirt, and said lightly: "Auntie Qin's daughter is about to graduate. It's a pity that she didn't even have a boyfriend during college. However, it is said that she still needs to study for a master's degree or a doctorate, which makes her very worried, so together with me, I want you to meet her daughter to see if there is anything going on? "
"puff!"
A mouthful of milk spurted out, and Su Xinhong coughed repeatedly: "Mom...Mom...I'm only in high school, can you stop being so self-assertive?"
"Didn't you agree to it yesterday? Did I force you? Don't you dare to give it a try?"
The woman glanced coldly and continued: "Besides, it's not like you don't know the current situation. What's going on in the marriage and love market? What are the conditions in your Aunt Wang's family? As a result, her daughter can't find a boyfriend in college. How can she still be there?" Do you expect to be successful after graduation? With her as a role model, let alone you, of course I have to prepare in advance."
"Mom, I usually have girlfriends who write little love letters to me." Su Xinhong defended himself weakly.
A thin shirt was thrown on his head on the spot, and the woman snorted coldly: "Then you have the ability to write a reply. How does it look like handing in a love letter written by a little girl to the teacher?"
"Uh..." The young man took off the clothes and carefully folded them and put them back.
"The female junior is holding a gold brick. I've seen that girl too. She's quite pretty. It's not a loss for you... Besides, your Aunt Wang's family is rich..." The woman's face looked better and she persuaded softly.
"Mom? When did you become the kind of vulgar person who cares about money?" Su Xinhong looked in disbelief.
"Our family has just moved to a bigger house. If I'm no longer here, can you afford to pay off the mortgage for thirty years?"
"???"
. . . . . .
"Where is this?"
As her master, Jiang Yuyao was as confused as her precious disciple. She stood blankly at the crossroads, looking at the people coming and going and the passing vehicles. Her starry eyes that were so clear at the beginning were now filled with confusion.
The spacious and orderly highways, the rows of tall buildings, the various symbols and conversation sounds that were completely incomprehensible to her, and even the clothes of the people around her were completely different from hers.
Everything brought an unprecedented impact to her from all aspects.
When she first entered her disciple's dream, she was secretly happy. However, when the style of painting in front of her did not match her imagination at all, she gradually began to think about the philosophy of life.
who I am?
where am I?
What am I going to do?
Fortunately, her existence seemed to be completely alienated from the world. Even though she seemed so different in every aspect, no one noticed her.
In this case, she had to reflect carefully.
Is there a system error? Or is there something wrong with the magical power of dream travel?
Didn't she enter the dream of a traitor? How did she end up in such a place?
What about the rebels?
Where have they gone? ! !
Traitor, where are you! ! !
"Remember, don't sneer at others later, smile more, speak softer, call me sister more often, and try to leave a good impression on others."
"Okay, okay, you've said it seven or eight times, I know!"
Suddenly, a familiar voice sounded in her ears. This was the first time Jiang Yuyao heard words that she could understand. She was immediately overjoyed and turned her head to say hello in the direction from which the voice came.
"Rebel, you..."
But just as she stood up, she froze in place as if a bucket of cold water had been poured on her.
Although the young man not far away looks a bit childish and out-of-touch, he is indeed his disciple.
But who is the woman who is following the disciple, smiling and holding his arm affectionately?
The purple dress outlines the slim figure, and a light-colored sun hat cannot hide the delicate face. The mature temperament is full of charm, and the breeze blows, making her graceful.
Looking at this scene, Jiang Yuyao was stunned for a moment, and then felt bad all over.
Before using the dream travel, she was actually mentally prepared.
After all, you are entering a natural dream. Unless it is a spell that is specifically targeted or has malicious intentions, who knows what kind of dream you will have?
So she had already anticipated several possibilities she would encounter.
It's more normal: the disciple practices seriously, works diligently, and respects his teacher.
A lighter one: a scene of harmony and love between the two disciples.
A little bit more outrageous: The evil thoughts in the traitor's heart are strong, and he may be doing some of the following sinful and treasonous acts with an evil smile on his face.
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The above scenes were all prepared by Jiang Yuyao. After all, they were dreams. In reality, the traitors deceived their masters and destroyed their ancestors. It would be understandable if they went too far in the dreams.
At least she can accept it.
But she never expected that this traitor would have another woman in his dream!
