Doomsday boss dressed as an educated youth [MTL]✔

💠Chapter 153: Awakening from a Dream💠

　Returning to the Mengzhuang Brigade again, Meng Xizhou felt as if he had passed away, and could hardly recognize him.

　　In the "dream", it was transformed by his wife into a huge farm like a landscape garden, Mengzhuang.

　　Although it is rich in various fruits, vegetables and grains, there are clear and clean beauty everywhere. It is poetic and picturesque throughout the year. It becomes a painting, like a real paradise.

　　And now, the village in front of me is decayed, dilapidated, and gray. Even the crops outside the village are drowning in malnutrition, so gray that they have no green spirit.

　　The entire village was empty and dead, almost in ruins. No matter whether it was people, landscapes, or plants, there was no vitality and vigor.

　　Even because of the needs of schools and Mengzhuang, many stations and airports have been built nearby. The small and poor county towns that were inconspicuous in the past have become as prosperous as the first-tier cities.

　　The mountain road leading into Mengzhuang had long been a flat road leading in all directions, not the wild, desolate and muddy mountain road that was still in front of him. When he got to Mengzhuang, his bones would fall apart.

　　Meng Xizhou didn't enter the village, but only looked at the former Mengzhuang brigade from a distance, and then asked someone to inquire about the place where the little educated youth was buried.

　　In the last life... oh no, it should be said that in this life, he had not paid attention to the young educated youth who died young, and naturally he did not know what happened to her.

　　Yes, it was a little educated youth who had nothing to do with him, not his daughter-in-law.

　　But even so, he still went to the desolate back mountain where the young educated youth was buried, a small dirt bag without even a tombstone.

　　In the spring cold and the precipitous rain, Meng Xizhou sat in the wheelchair in front of the small bun, and was silent for a long time, neither sad nor happy.

　　He can be sure that this is not his daughter-in-law. It is impossible for his daughter-in-law to die pitifully in a foreign country. His daughter-in-law... should not have been reincarnated from a thousand years later.

　　The dog-legged man who was holding an umbrella for Meng Xizhou looked at his pale face and said worriedly, "Master Meng, this spring rain is cold and cold, your legs..."

　　In recent years, Meng Xizhou's lame leg has become more and more serious, especially on cold and wet rainy days, the pain will be excruciatingly painful, and you can see the cold sweat on Meng Ye's pale face.

　　But Meng Xizhou's pale face was expressionless, and he waved his hand as if he felt no pain, "Put it, don't damage the bones.

　　" Kai, carefully took out a pair of thin and thin bones and put it into the coffin they brought, and then covered the small soil bag back.

　　Then, the group of people quietly left as if they had come quietly.

　　Goujizi recently felt that his father Meng seemed to be crazy. Ever since he returned from the Mengzhuang brigade, he had picked up a pair of skeletons, and he has been looking for monks and Taoists everywhere, asking the monks and Taoists to evoke the soul of the skeleton.

　　Seeing him "not doing the right job" like this, the people under his command began to move around, making all kinds of troubles.

　　But who could have guessed that Meng Ye was sober and calm and crazy, and those who wanted to take the opportunity to make trouble were wiped out by him, and the method seemed to be even more cruel.

　　Seeing this, the dog-legged child also let him go, and regarded it as his special hobby. 　　After being crazy like this for half a year, Meng Ye, who was

　　addicted to the art of spiritualism, suddenly called him to him, "Mengzhuang brigade should be flooded."

, Mengzhuang Brigade's water is at its fullest. But..." Just as he

　　was about to say that the dam was well managed, it could still stop the big water, but Meng Ye interrupted him with a wave of his hand, "Go, under the big water. Don't leave a living mouth." The

　　dog leg raised his head suddenly in shock, looking at the pale and calm face of Meng Ye, as if he was not talking about silence, he bowed his head in shock, "Yes, I understand. It's gone."

　　Sure enough, his father Meng was really crazy.

　　Because in the past, his father Meng would still be resentful, gloomy, have mood swings, and still react to the outside world.

　　But now, it is as calm as a pool of stagnant water, as if immersed in his own world, but his actions are becoming more and more crazy and more ruthless.

　　Three months passed, and the excited and heavy dog-legs came to report that the Mengzhuang brigade, which had been depopulated and only a few old and weak women and children remained... Oh no, it is now called Mengzhuang Village, and it has become an empty village.

　　But Mr. Meng of his family was still calm and indifferent, "Go and contract the land for the purpose of developing the farm."

　　Goujizi didn't ask any more questions, and did what he said.

　　He always felt that his father Meng seemed to be doing something big. Because his father Meng finally stopped indulging in the art of conjuring the soul, and buried the skeleton back to its original place, should he have found new fun?

　　But what he didn't expect was that after Meng Zhuang took down the place, in addition to having people shoveling and clearing the ruins after the flood in Mengzhuang Village, only a small wooden house was built by a pond, and then moved in.

　　The dog leg was very puzzled by this, but Master Meng explained a lot of important things and told him to do it, so he had no choice but to get busy.

　　In the late autumn and winter of another year, when the remnants of the lotus are listening to the rain, Meng Xizhou's lame leg has become so crippled that he can hardly stand.

　　But in such cold weather, he, who should have been writhing in pain, was like a icy sculpture, with an expressionless, pale face, sitting in front of the floor-to-ceiling window in the wooden house, quietly watching the dry lotus drizzle outside the window. .

　　The rain pounded on the window lattices intentionally or unintentionally, and the sound of "tick-tock" raindrops under the eaves was casual, as if it were the sound of life dying.

　　Meng Xizhou knew very well that his life had come to an end. Being able to hold on to the end is already his limit.

　　However, he has not found his daughter-in-law yet, and he is not reconciled.

　　He also didn't believe that his daughter-in-law did not exist, it was his dream.

　　Therefore, he threatened the God who gave him a "sweet dream" again and again: he returned his daughter-in-law to him, but he summoned the soul, but God didn't respond, so he took the entire Mengzhuang Brigade as a sacrifice, but God still didn't respond.

　　And this time, he just asked God to send him back.

　　Otherwise, he will drag the whole world to be buried with him.

　　Thanks to the dream, in the dream, he often beat her daughter-in-law, so that he learned a lot of medical knowledge.

　　And in the six months since he came back, he tossed a virus, a virus that can sweep the world and wreak havoc on the world in just one month.

　　So, send him back!

　　Even if it was a dream or an illusion, he didn't care.

　　As long as he is sent back to his wife, he will definitely do good deeds. Whether it is Hope Primary School, orphans and widows, or refugees in disaster areas, he will do his best to do good deeds.

　　Otherwise, if he was always here before his death, he would drag the whole world to bury him with him. Be an evil ghost who crawled back from hell and wreaked havoc on the world.

　　So God, can you hear my wishes?

　　It is up to you whether to break with the world or to make peace with it.

　　The night was falling and the cold wind was blowing everywhere. Meng Xizhou curled up in this wooden house exactly like the "dream" like fallen leaves returning to their roots and tired birds returning to the forest, quietly and gradually closing his eyes.

　　Let him go back to the "dream", okay?

　　The breeze, the bright moon, the middle of the night, the fragrance of rice, the sound of frogs, and the sound of cicadas.

　　It was a lively and quiet midsummer night.

　　By the pond full of lotus blossoms, in a quiet and elegant wooden house, the loving couple who embraced each other slept soundly.

　　Suddenly, Meng Xizhou suddenly opened his eyes, and the first thing he felt was the fullness of the soft fragrance and warm jade in his arms.

　　Meng Xizhou's eyes suddenly brightened with surprise, looking down at the person in his arms, it seemed a little incredible, and then he suddenly hugged him tightly, as if he was afraid of losing it again.

　　Feng Zhiyi, who was sleeping soundly, was woken up by his ruthless embrace, and asked vaguely, "What are you doing all of a sudden? It's so hot that you're hugging so tightly..."

　　"Baby, I miss you." Meng Xizhou buried his head in her neck. He was really afraid that he would not come back. For a while, he was surprised, grateful, excited, fearful, missing and other emotions, and his voice choked with mixed emotions.

　　Just as he was about to reach out and push Feng Zhiyi away, he felt the wetness around his neck. He paused, raised his hand to hug him, and asked softly, "What's the matter? But it's a nightmare?"

　　"Well, it's a nightmare." Meng Xizhou rubbed against her neck like a small beast that had finally found a home after all the hardships, and his silent sob was filled with fear and grievance, "I almost couldn't come back in my dream."

　　He said from the bottom of his heart. She came out with lingering fears, and Feng Zhiyi didn't mind at all that this 40-year-old man was coquettish with her, so he comforted him with the utmost tenderness, "It's alright, no matter where you go, no matter where you go, whether you go to the poor and fall to Huangquan, I can take care of him. You find it. Don't be afraid, I'm here."

　　Meng Xizhou gave a soft "um" and rubbed against her neck, as if feeling and confirming her existence, kissing from the neck to the earlobe to the cheek , to the lips.

　　Accompanied by a call that she insisted on responding, or else she would panic, her movements also changed from gentle to gentle, gradually becoming more and more intense.

　　Feng Zhiyi didn't know what nightmare he had, which made him terrified and scared to this point, so he could only respond gently, comfortably, tolerate gently, and appease his unease.

　　It was not until the sky gradually brightened that Meng Xizhou's strong and restless emotions gradually subsided.

　　Feng Zhi felt this, and then gently pushed the person on her body, "It's dawn."

　　But the person on her body still hugged her tightly and refused to let go, and rubbed her ears and temples tenderly and attachedly, "Hold me for a while ."

　　Feng Zhi said. Zhiyi: "..."

　　Rolled his eyes, and indulged him for a long time, he couldn't help it, "Baby, can you get up? If you don't get up, the children will all get up. Today's graduation ceremony, we have to Get up early."

　　Only then did Meng Xizhou kiss her without a word, got up slightly, pressed her against him, and hugged her up, "Then let's wash together like this."

　　Feng Zhiyi ruffled his hair in a funny way, "Aren't you proud of being pampered?"

　　"Mm." Meng Xizhou nodded proudly, hugged her, and moved carefully to the bathroom next door, determined not to Separated, "Let's take a bubble together, you should be exhausted."

　　This bathroom is not a tub or an ordinary shower, but a bathtub dug out, and the hot spring drawn from the mountain hot spring project in the manor The water, which connects the couple's bedroom, was specially built to enjoy the boudoir.

　　"You also know that I'm exhausted?" Feng Zhiyi pinched his face, "Then you haven't exercised restraint. Last night, it was clear that you had to go to bed once. What nightmares did you have in the middle of the night, so crazy? Shouldn't you? Are you deliberately making excuses to eat more?"

　　"Why?" Meng Xizhou hugged her carefully, then sat down, soaking his body in warm water, all his pores opened comfortably, and both of them relaxed.

　　"Then tell me," Feng Zhiyi hooked his neck lightly, stepped back slightly, and looked at him seriously, "What nightmare did you have last night? Was it scary? It scared you like that?"

　　Why didn't she know, What is the shadow of fear buried in her sesame dumplings? Why was there no trace before?

　　"Well, it's scary." Meng Xizhou raised his hand and pulled her hair up gently, with a serious and ethereal look, "In my dreams, I didn't have you, and I couldn't find you, I was alone. , don't you think it's scary?"

　　Feng Zhiyi was stunned, "But that's a dream, what are you doing with your true feelings? And after waking up, the dream images and feelings generally fade away, and your reaction is too strong. It's been a while."

　　Is it a dream? Meng Xizhou was a little dazed and uncertain, he couldn't even confirm whether the current world was a dream or reality. What if I "wake up" or "dream" again one day and can't come back?

　　In that case, he hardly dared to think about it.

　　Meng Xizhou knew that his abnormality had caught the attention of his daughter-in-law. After thinking about it, he said to her seriously, "Let me tell you a story."

　　Meng Xizhou explained all his experiences from the destruction of his family in his previous life, to growing up in exile, to revenge and rebirth, to this life, to his dream of returning to his previous life and not being able to return.

　　In this way, if there is another situation where he dreams of returning to his previous life and cannot come back, he will fall asleep without any injury or disease, and his soul will return to his previous life. Perhaps his daughter-in-law will be able to find a way to get him back?

　　His daughter-in-law has some special skills, and he knows it.

　　Feng Zhiyi was slightly surprised to hear this, reborn? Is her sesame dumplings reborn?

　　No wonder!

　　No wonder some things, he seems to be unpredictable.

　　No wonder his hatred for the Mengzhuang brigade had a sense of indifference over time.

　　No wonder when I first met, the teenage boy was so thoughtful and mature.

　　Meng Xizhou was stunned when she saw her unexpectedly, and didn't speak for a long time, "What's the matter? Do you think I'm in the Arabian Nights, talking nonsense and insane?"

　　Feng Zhiyi shook his head slightly, and raised his hand to care for him with some distress. With some messy hair on the temples, "I'm just regretting why I didn't appear in your last life." In

　　his last life, his fate was too miserable and bitter. If she was there, at least it would be better.

　　Meng Xizhou smiled noncommittally, and took her into his arms and hugged her lightly.

　　He was lucky, fortunately, his daughter-in-law did not reincarnate in his previous life. Otherwise, his daughter-in-law would definitely avoid him, who was full of hatred, hatred, dark and ugly, so that he couldn't get close.

　　Unlike him who was reborn in this life, the great revenge will be repaid and everything will be done, so that he will be calm and gentle, not full of thorns all over his body, not full of cold and malicious eyes, not full of hatred, and no dark test to make people afraid or evil. And farther.

　　Only when you meet the right person at the right time can you achieve happiness in this life.

　　However, there seems to be a hidden hidden danger in this happiness now.

　　He didn't think that returning to his previous life was simply a nightmare. It's too clear and too deep, without the vagueness of a dream. The pain and despair of not being able to find a way back at that time, he still has lingering fears to this day.

　　Then why did he go back to his previous life well?

　　Is it because the karma of his life is not deep enough? Just a careless soul returning to the last life?

　　Thinking of this, Meng Xizhou thought about it, picked up the bath towel on the side and wiped it gently for the person in his arms, "Daughter-in-law, should we make up for the wedding?"

　　"Huh?" Feng Zhiyi was stunned After a moment, he immediately laughed, "We are both old and married, isn't it a little strange to have a wedding?"

　　"What's so strange about this?" Meng Xizhou disagreed, "It used to be a bad environment, and I've been busy too. There is no time to start a business. Now that the world is stable, the company is on track, and life is not short of sugar and salt, it is a good time to hold a wedding. Didn't we say it before? When life settles down, let's hold a serious affair The wedding of the Eight Classics."

　　"But we have been married for so long..." Forget it, they have been married for almost 20 years, and Fanfan has graduated from high school at the age of eighteen. ?

　　Feng Zhiyi was a little too lazy to toss, "Let's forget it? We don't have to be too rigid about the formality. If we don't have a wedding, then we're not a husband and wife?

　　" Not surprising!

　　Meng Xizhou knew that his daughter-in-law was a person who didn't care about formality or vanity. If she said that she wanted to arrange a grand wedding for her, she would definitely not care much, and she would not even bother to waste time, money and energy.

　　So, Meng Xizhou put it another way, "But you promised me before that you would give me a beautiful wedding. I've been married once in two lifetimes, so you won't allow me to celebrate with joy?"

　　"Ah ? ?" Feng Zhiyi was stunned, feeling like he was being beaten, "Do you need it?"

　　"Yes!" Meng Xizhou nodded his head, "It is said that there are three major things in life that need to be advertised: birth, death, and marriage. When I was born, my family was turbulent and no one was happy; People cry. There is only one marriage left, and you won't let me have a sense of existence in this world?"

　　With this said, Feng Zhiyi felt a little guilty, guilty, and distressed, "Well, that's fine. I'll think about it when I look back. Think about how to organize the wedding."

　　"It doesn't have to bother you." Meng Xizhou was so happy when she heard her promise, and hugged her into his arms, "You don't have to worry about anything, I will arrange it, you just have to wait and do it carefully. The bride is all you need."

　　The word "bride" made Feng Zhi feel panicked, "I'm so old, so I'm still a bride!"

　　Meng Xizhou also laughed, touching her snow-skinned bones and disapprovingly. , "Why is a lot of age? You look more beautiful than most girls in their early twenties. I didn't have classmate Fanfan last time, misunderstood you as sister Fanfan? I only have a lot of them. How old are you!"

　　After saying that, she took her hand and touched the corner of her smiling eyes, "You touch, do I have wrinkles?"

　　Feng Zhiyi touched the corners of his eyes amusingly, and the smile was genuine. She has eye lines, "You will be 40 years old next year, isn't it normal to have wrinkles?"

　　"But you don't have any." Meng Xizhou looked at her face carefully, feeling that she was only a little more than when she first met when she was young The gentle and mature charm, the beauty has been gently precipitated over the years, and it has become more and more calm and amazing. Like fine wine, the longer it goes, the more mellow, the more fragrant, and the more charming you will be. "You're only one year younger than me!"

　　After saying that, she picked up her hand and kissed it, "Look at your hand, it's white and tender. It's slippery, many babies can't compare!"

　　Feng Zhiyi laughed, "Are you envious?"

　　"That's not true." Meng Xizhou took her into his arms and asked carefully, "Baby, are you not? Will you get old?"

　　"...How is that possible?" Feng Zhiyi laughed and laughed, "I'm just good at maintenance. Besides living here, the environment is good, the diet is good, and there is no problem in life. I'm carefree and naturally look relaxed and young. Do you really think I'm an immortal fairy?"

　　"I don't want to." Meng Xizhou seemed to be exposed to suspicion, and rubbed her a little embarrassedly, "I just want to grow old with you, not just you. A passer-by in my life."

　　Feng Zhiyi patted him on the back soothingly, "Yes."