Before Tang Jun went to bed, he came to apologize to Jian Qingtong, saying that he had misunderstood his mother.

She also kindly comforted her not to worry, and to take good care of her body first, in order to give birth to a healthy and strong baby. He already has a younger sister, it doesn't matter if he wants a younger brother later.

The attitude of apology is very correct, the words are very thoughtful, and I don't know how Tang Yuanzheng taught it.

Jian Qingtong has a slight taste, just the subtle feeling of being excluded.

But considering that Tang Yuanzheng had known him since he was born, and had been good to him for so many years, if he could easily shake his position, it would seem rather cold and hurtful.

Thinking of this, Jian Qingtong was balanced again. It shows that Tang Jun is a child who knows gratitude, not the kind of white-eyed wolf who only knows how to ask for something but not in return. It is worth continuing to treat him well.

With a complicated and sour mood, Jian Qingtong went to bed early.

Both children were taken to the East Room by Tang Yuanzheng to play with them on the pretext that their mother was sick and needed more rest.

Tang Guo was full of energy, until Jian Qingtong fell asleep in a daze, and she could still hear her laughter.

Before going to bed, Jian Qingtong took out the drawing board and quickly sketched the vivid image of Zhu Wu in his mind. It was similar to the photos, at least the main features were highlighted.

I don't know if this is the reason, but Jian Qingtong had a strange dream at night.

In the dream, Zhu Wu anxiously wanted to say something to her, but when his mouth opened and closed, he couldn't hear the sound.

Jian Qingtong followed anxiously and asked him if he had any unfulfilled wishes, was he worried about the child?

As if he understood, Zhu Wu nodded heavily, clasped his fists in a plea, and gave her a standard salute.

Jian Qingtong also returned a nondescript salute, saying things like I don't dare to be at ease with you.

Zhu Wu's face was like quicksand blown by the wind, and it quickly dissipated from his head, leaving only half of the bloody corpse, like a zombie whose head had been overshot...

Jian Qingtong was about to release the sweeper and start to fight, and suddenly remembered that this was Zhu Wu, suddenly woke up from the dream!

His heart was beating so fast, he raised his hand and touched his forehead with sweat.

Jian Qingtong calmed down, picked up the teacup on the bedside table, opened the lid and drank half a glass of water in one go.

The water was still warm, she glanced at the time, and slept for less than half an hour.

After drinking the water, her heartbeat was still a bit fast, and Jian Qingtong sat in the dark in a daze.

The dream just now was too real, as clear as a memory suddenly implanted, making her unable to tell whether it was a fantasy or a reality for a while.

Maybe it's really Zhu Wuyingling who is not far away and came here to dream?

As for why she entrusted the dream to her, it was probably because she had strong mental power and was the easiest to connect with his brain waves?

After going through such a bizarre thing as going through a book, Jian Qingtong's originally unusual brain circuit completely deviated, and he tried frantically on the edge of atheism, and his three views were in jeopardy.

After a while, she felt that her heartbeat was no longer as fast as a disco dance. Jian Qingtong lay down again, put on the most correct posture, and fell asleep again religiously.

What if Zhu Wu still has something to say? It's not easy to fall into a dream.

When I opened my eyes, it was already bright.

Jian Qingtong wearily rubbed her swollen temples, her mind was groggy and very unrefreshed.

You don't have a cold, do you?

Jian Qingtong frowned, took out the pills from the space, and ate the half glass of water left on the bedside table.

The water was so cold that it flowed down her esophagus into her stomach, so cold that she was awake.

Jian Qingtong took out the portrait of Zhu Wu painted last night, and looked at it with complicated eyes for a long time.

She had another dream last night.

However, there was no Zhu Wu in this dream, but Tang Jun and Tang Guo and the others.

To be precise, it was like dreaming about the ending of the two children.

And Jian Qingmiao and her biological son.

It was also in the middle of the night in the dream. A man with a blurry face gently opened the door. First, he killed the big black dog screaming at the door. Then he locked the door from the inside and touched the rooms one by one.

The door of the hut near the door opened, and Tang Jun, who was eleven or twelve years old, heard the sound and came out to check the movement. When he found that a stranger had entered, he hurriedly gave a loud warning.

The gangster slashed with a knife, Tang Jun flexibly avoided, and took advantage of the convenience of the terrain to deal with him, throwing whatever he caught.

Tang Guo, who was six or seven years old in the house, was frightened, and rushed out and ran to pat the door of the master bedroom and called her mother for help. There were bad people at home.

The door was closed, and there was no way to knock it open.

Tang Jun was so anxious to tell his sister to hurry back to the house, distracted, his arm was injured by the gangster, and blood flowed out.

Tang Guo couldn't hold it anymore, she cried and continued to knock on the door and called her mother, begging her to call her father to call the police.

The gangster couldn't help Tang Jun for a while, so he turned around and chased after Tang Guo.

Tang Jun was so frightened that his potential exploded, he raised the glass coffee table and threw it at the gangster.

The gangster dodged away, and Tang Jun took the opportunity to drag his sister away and hid in his brother's house next to him.

The younger brother is Jian Qingmiao's own son. He slept at night without interfering in the door, and slept to death. The noise outside didn't wake him up.

Tang Jun pushed his sister into the room, turned around and plugged the door.

The gangster chased after him and stabbed a knife into the thin door panel, almost stabbing him in the neck.

The robber kicked the door fiercely.

Panting, Tang Jun dragged his chair against the door, hid his sister under the bed, and told her not to make a sound.

The little boy who was asleep on the bed was finally woken up, and he cried out loudly.

Tang Jun was so anxious to cover his mouth that he wanted to hide his younger brother under the bed, but he bit him hard and kicked him away.

Tang Jun was pushed down by him with all his strength, and fell heavily on the light-colored floor tiles, panting violently.

Tang Guo whimpered softly and reached out to drag her brother.

Tang Jun pushed her away, motioned her to hide inside, and don't come out. He struggled to get up and grab his brother.

The younger brother has turned on the light, climbed onto the chair, and opened the latch on the door!

Tang Jun staggered to close the door, but his younger brother had already climbed off the chair, opened the door and got out to find his mother.

He had short legs, so he happened to avoid the attack of the gangsters and ran away quickly from his legs.

The gangster froze for a moment and reached out to grab him.

Tang Jun tried his best to smash the chair, but because of his height, he only hit the gangster's shoulder.

The gangster was fierce, and turned to attack Tang Jun again.

On the verge of a close call, Tang Jun risked his escape back to the room and plugged the bolt back in.

Tang Jun slumped on the ground leaning against the door with all his might, like a stranded fish.

Tang Guo crawled out from crying, desperately dragging her brother to the bottom of the bed, tears kept streaming down.

The gangster kicked the door twice, and Tang Jun's tired body shook.

He signaled to his sister to leave him alone and hurry back to hide. Tang Guo, however, bit her lip and shook her head, not willing to give up saving her brother.

The younger brother ran out to find his mother, and Jian Qingmiao quietly opened the bedroom door. Seeing that the gangster was stumbled by Tang Jun, he came out boldly, picked up his son and was about to go back to the house.

She has called Tang Yuanzheng, who is on duty in the bureau, and he will be back soon, and he will be fine if he persists.

Unexpectedly, the gangster couldn't catch Tang Jun, kicked the door without kicking open, and came after her again!

Jian Qingmiao was so frightened that she screamed, but her fat body couldn't run fast.

The younger brother was thrown a little far, fell to the ground and rolled several times, and by accident, rolled into the bottom of the sofa and immediately hid.

The remaining one, Jian Qingmiao, was chased by the gangsters in the living room, with nowhere to go, nowhere to go, and he fled in a panic.

She was stabbed in the arm quickly, and she went mad with pain. She kicked the gangster recklessly, and then went to kick the door next to the room, which was the one where Tang Jun and his sister were hiding.

The door of the room had been swayed by the gangsters, and without Tang Jun pushing against it, Jian Qingmiao suddenly kicked it open.

She fled into the room in a panic, trying to turn back and plug the latch, but the latch had been broken and the door could not be closed.

The gangster caught up, and Jian Qingmiao ran in screaming, pulling up Tang Jun, who was out of strength and injured, and blocked him behind him.

Tang Jun fell to the ground softly with the knife, holding on to the gangster's feet with both hands.

The gangster kicked him away with two kicks, and then went after Jian Qingmiao, who pushed Tang Guo out again.

Tang Guo also fell, crawling towards her brother with her last breath, and finally stopped a meter or two away from her brother, unable to rest her eyes.

Jian Qingmiao took the opportunity to escape from the room again, and continued to squeak around the living room to hide from the gangsters.

The gangster became impatient and kicked away the single sofa that was in the way, revealing his younger brother hidden underneath.

The younger brother exclaimed "Mom", got up and ran to Jian Qingmiao's side.

Jian Qingmiao was attacked from both sides, and instinctively fled towards her son, she was afraid of the gangsters behind her.

In the chaos, she accidentally tripped and fell heavily to the ground.

The gangster caught up, and Jian Qingmiao also fell.

Her eyes widened in disbelief, staring intently at the son who tripped her and ran away. That's her own son!

The next second, she saw her son fall into the hands of the gangster with her own eyes, and the scene was frozen in her eyes...

Tang Yuanzheng in a police uniform broke through the door, looking at the miserable appearance of the family, his eyes were split!

The two fought to the death, and Tang Yuanzheng successfully subdued the gangster.

However, the gangster frantically used language to humiliate and stimulate him, and even Xiao Tangguo, who had lost his breath, was not spared.

Tang Yuanzheng rushed his head in anger, raised his weapon at the gangster's temple and told him to shut up.

The gangster smiled triumphantly, grabbed his hand and pulled the trigger, slamming down.

Tang Yuanzheng gritted his teeth and put away his weapon, rushed into the room and hugged Tang Jun and Tang Guo's body, roaring angrily, blood and tears slowly flowing from the corners of his eyes.

He rushed out and opened a few wooden warehouses to the gangster, but they all hit the ground around the corpse.

Colleagues rushed in after evacuating residents and nervously told him to lay down his weapons.

Tang Yuanzheng cooperatively put down the empty wooden warehouse, kicked the gangster fiercely, and took the initiative to stretch out his hands.

The colleague put on his hand quill, sighed and patted him on the shoulder, and took him out.

Jian Qingtong exhaled uncomfortably, but the tragic picture in his mind lingered.

Another dream that was so clear that it was impossible to tell the difference between true and false.

Strangely, in her dream, she could clearly see the faces of Tang Jun, Tang Guo, Tang Yuanzheng and Jian Qingmiao. Even if they had aged together for a few years and their appearances had changed, she could still recognize them at a glance and change them from time to time. The face of

the gangster and Jian Qingmiao's son was blurred from beginning to end, including the big black dog who died at the beginning, and the home that served as the background of the fight.

In terms of Jian Qingtong's current level of mental power, it can almost be said that it has reached an unforgettable level, which is very abnormal.

It seems to be a special dream that was deliberately fabricated based on her existing cognition. The real and the fictional are intertwined, but they are distinct.

But she is no ordinary person.

Jian Qingtong rubbed his temples irritably, his eyes were undisguisedly cold.

This dream was so annoying, it reminded her of the bad memories of her father and mother in the past life, and the whole family had no one to live.

It's really unpleasant. "Zhu Wu, you don't have to work so hard. Just a brief summary, your son and daughter are pulled by Jian Qingmiao

, the stepmother, to block the sword. It's fine. Now you have lost your appetite."

, Jian Qingtong got up, opened the curtains, and welcomed the light of the room with satisfaction.

There is no such good morning light in the last days, so it is said that a dream is still a dream.

Maybe it's a re-enactment from the original book?

If this is the ending, it makes sense for Jian Qingmiao not to follow the original plot after her rebirth. She probably won't be able to face Tang Jun and Tang Guo's face again, right?

It is very likely that he doesn't even want his own son who was born with Tang Yuanzheng.

Jian Qingtong opened the window and took a deep breath of the fresh and cool air outside, clearing his chaotic mind.

Leave it alone. Now that she has passed through, whether it is a dream or the original plot, it can only be an illusion and cannot affect reality.

If she can't even deal with a gangster who doesn't have the slightest ability, she will be in the apocalypse for nothing.

Jian Qingtong took a deep breath and raised her arms to do a few stretching exercises. The cold light in her eyes reflected the morning sun, and it was stained with a little warmth. She seemed to be smiling in a trance.

But what she was thinking at this time was that Tang Yuanzheng was wearing a police uniform, did he change his career later? Really handsome for a lifetime.

In the dream, after he entered the house, he only looked at Jian Qingmiao once from the beginning to the end. Is it a little cold-blooded? But she likes it.

She likes this kind of way of getting along with the well and the river, old and dead. Let's live together, simple is the best, don't make it too complicated and hurt your body.

Otherwise, why is she looking for Tang Yuanzheng?

It's not just that he is cold-hearted but responsible, he is busy with work and pays attention to hygiene, and he looks good to her.

Well, this last one doesn't matter, she's not that superficial, really.

"Good morning Mom! You got up so early!"

Tang Jun ran out to the toilet and greeted her through the window.

Jian Qingtong looked at the little boy who was bathed in the morning light, raised his hand with a smile, and responded:

"Good morning, did you sleep well last night?"

Tang Jun nodded casually, clutching his pants and hurriedly running away:

"Mom, I'm going to pee first . I can't hold back anymore!"

"Go."

Jian Qingtong couldn't help laughing, looking at his energetic little back, he seemed to overlap with the thin figure of the half-year-old boy in the dream, and then separated from each other.

She glanced at the toilet where the water was rushing, and the corner of her mouth moved unconsciously. She turned around and put the quilt that she had slept on all night into the space, put out the unrolled quilt, and placed it by the head of the bed as it was.

The sweeper has already cleaned the house, and automatically runs to bask in the sun to recharge.

Jian Qingtong also put away the sweeper, looked at the spotless bedroom with satisfaction, and pushed the door out.

"Mom, what are you going to eat in the morning?"

Tang Jun returned from washing his hands and asked expectantly with his head raised.

"Go back to the house and get dressed first, be careful if you catch a cold and then take medicine."

Jian Qingtong felt helpless, she had to feed a few mouths when she opened her eyes. This kind of life was inexplicably stressful.

If only Sister Liu was here.

"I'm not afraid of hardship!"

Tang Jun proudly patted his little chest, turned around and ran away before she made a face to scare people.

This little clever ghost, Jian Qingtong smiled and shook his head.

It's actually quite a relief to have a child who can wink.

But what to eat in the morning is a really good question.

don't want to do it.

Sister Liu hasn't come yet and misses her the next day.

Or, go to the cafeteria?

Forget it, there are too many people. On the cusp of this turbulent situation, she would not be in a hurry to provide people with after-dinner talk.

In the end, it was the dead house attribute that defeated laziness, and Jian Qingtong decided to make it simple.

Looking at all kinds of convenient fast food in the space, Jian Qingtong quickly came up with an idea, let's make a bread and ham sandwich, this doesn't seem to be too difficult.

Boil another pot of instant noodles, and the dry and thin noodles are all there.

"Mom, I'm here to help you make a fire!"

Tang Jun dressed up and ran over, offering to help.

"Okay."

Jian Qingtong was even more satisfied.

Let’s cook. If someone helps pick the vegetables, wash them and cut them well in advance, and when they cook, someone helps to set the fire, and there is no oily smoke during the cooking process. Afterwards, someone helps to wash the dishes and tidy up the stove, then she may also fall in love with cooking. meal.