Yan Qing felt a big stone pressing heavily on her chest, making it difficult for her to breathe.
What she saw was endless darkness. Vaguely, she seemed to see a pair of eyes in the darkness. Heavy breathing filled her ears. An indescribable feeling made her more and more out of breath.
Her vision gradually blurred, and the next second, the floor beneath her feet disappeared. Unfamiliar panting and the baby's cry played in her ears in a loop. The two sounds overlapped, and Yan Qing felt her breathing getting faster and faster... …
"Qingqing, Qingqing?"
The pleasant female voice became clearer and clearer, and the pressure on her shoulders made Yan Qing slowly wake up.
He raised his head and opened his eyes, which were still tired.
Jiang Yuan sat back down, looked at her, and asked with concern: "What's wrong? Didn't you sleep well yesterday?"
"Yeah." Yan Qing closed his eyes and rubbed the center of his brows. He opened his eyes again and felt more energetic.
Her chest was still uncomfortable. She picked up the glass next to her and drank more than half of the glass of water, and the feeling of depression eased a little.
Jiang Yuan saw that her face was pale and her breathing was obviously heavy, "Are you feeling well?"
Yan Qing originally had fair skin, the kind that shines white when standing in the sun. Because he had just woken up and looked tired and had difficulty breathing, he felt very weak.
"No." Yan Qing shook his head.
Her condition is slowly recovering, and she is still in a state of numbness. It seems like thousands of little bugs are tossing back and forth on her arms. The painful itching is really hard to ignore.
She raised her normal right hand and gently rubbed her numb left arm, hoping it could be relieved as soon as possible.
"I was sleeping on the table just now. My hands were numb and I was a little out of breath." She explained to Jiang Yuan.
Hearing this, Jiang Yuan, who was worried about her condition, breathed a sigh of relief.
Sleeping there does sometimes put pressure on your chest, making it difficult to breathe.
After confirming that Yan Qing was fine, Jiang Yuan talked about work: "I just finished the final refinement of the design draft. There should be no big problem. We made an appointment with the interviewer at five o'clock in the afternoon. It's only three-thirty now. Let's wait until four o'clock. Let’s start again…”
"..." Yan Qing didn't hear a word of what Jiang Yuan said. Her right hand was still holding her left arm, rubbing it and then stopped.
As he maintained this action, his thoughts wandered to nowhere.
The sound of a man breathing...
The cry of a baby…
I don’t know how many times I have had this dream, the same dream, the same picture...
Whenever she was about to forget this memory, the picture always appeared again on time, and two voices lingered in her ears continuously.
Like it really happened.
But when she carefully screened her memory, she found that this paragraph did not exist at all.
Jiang Yuan was still talking to herself, because she never heard Yan Qing's answer. She raised her head, and her attention fell on Yan Qing again. She saw that she was in a daze, calling: "Qingqing, Qingqing?"
Yan Qing's attention was drawn back again. She raised her head and met Jiang Yuan's eyes: "Huh?"
"What are you thinking about?" Yan Qing looked very wrong today.
"It's okay." Yan Qing subconsciously shook his head in denial. He hesitated for a few seconds before finally speaking: "Yuan Yuan."
"Um."
"Have you ever...had the same dream frequently?"
"Huh?" Jiang Yuan was stunned for a second.
"It's just..." Yan Qing frowned slightly, sifting through words in his mind to express: "It's the same dream. I've dreamed it many times, and it's very real. It's as real as if it happened. But when I think about it again after I wake up, I feel... It was discovered that there was no such memory.”
"This..." Jiang Yuan thought carefully for a moment and shook his head: "I'm not sure..."
She has never studied these things, so she can't help Yan Qing's problem. However, Jiang Yuan, who believes in science, doesn't believe in ghosts and ghosts, just Taoism.
"Is it because you have been too busy recently and haven't had a good rest?"
Seeing that she still had an ugly expression, Jiang Yuan confirmed his thoughts: "That's definitely the case. It's easy to have nightmares if you don't get a good rest. Go back early after today's interview and rest early."
"Yeah." Yan Qing responded, with those images still in his mind.
Unintentionally, they turned to look outside. They were sitting in a booth by the window of the cafe. Next to them was a large floor-to-ceiling window, and the sunlight from outside could shine in through the window.
I caught a glimpse of a small back, a small one, wearing short-sleeved shorts, exposing its white arms and legs. The white ones were particularly conspicuous in the sun.
What was slightly inconsistent with the little guy was the unknown thing he was carrying on his shoulders.
"Whose child? Why are there no adults around?" Jiang Yuan followed Yan Qing's gaze and saw the little figure outside, and she couldn't help but laugh.
"Then what is that kid carrying on his shoulders? A small baggage?"
It's like a backpack carried during an ancient escape. It's so fun to carry such a small burden on my small shoulders.
While they were talking, the child had disappeared from their sight, and the two of them didn't pay too much attention to it. After retracting their gaze, they quickly changed the topic.
After sitting in the cafe for a while, it soon arrived at four o'clock, and I packed my things and got ready to go.
It was my first time to take a taxi at this point here, so I wasn’t sure about the road conditions.
This point happens to be the first wave of off-duty get off work, especially when there is a kindergarten nearby. This point is the peak period for parents to pick up their children. There are so many cars that the roadside for several kilometers around is full of cars. The road becomes narrow and it is very easy to get traffic jams.
Yan Qing and Jiang Yuan stood on the side of the road, lowered their heads and typed in a destination. When they looked up again, there was already a long motorcade in the opposite lane.
"This..." Jiang Yuan choked and looked at Yan Qing: "Let's take a taxi somewhere else."
The traffic around here has begun to come to a standstill. If you take a taxi here, you will definitely be stuck in a traffic jam later.
This interview is very important and cannot be missed because of something as trivial as being stuck in traffic.
"Yes." Yan Qing responded. There was a small road at the corner in front of him. If he took the car from there, he would turn off the small road and avoid the traffic jam.
The two walked forward for a short distance and reached a place where they could take a taxi. Jiang Yuan took out his mobile phone and lowered his head to operate it, while Yan Qing checked again to see if he had left anything behind.
"Let me go, you are a bad person, you are a human trafficker."
The sound of breast milk could be heard vaguely in his ears. Yan Qing was startled, raised his head and listened carefully for a few seconds, then turned to look at Jiang Yuan: "Yuan Yuan, did you hear anything?"
Hearing what his best friend said, Jiang Yuan raised his head and listened carefully, then nodded: "It sounds like... a child's voice?"
The two followed the sound and turned their eyes in the same direction at the same time.
Then I saw a woman in white clothes who looked very old. At this moment, she was holding on to the hand of a little boy who was hugging the fire hydrant by the roadside and wouldn't let go.
Not only them, but other pedestrians passing by also saw it.
