Gojo has become My cat

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Chapter 44

    "Bang—"

    late at night, light dream.

    The wildly burning firework jumped to the very high place in the night sky, and then bloomed, scattered like a waterfall, filling the entire dream and memory.

    "What kind of person do you want to be after sleeping?" The father's voice sounded again through the dream.

    Nesting in his father's arms, Xiao Xiao himself clenched his fists, raised his head, looked at his thin and handsome chin, and said loudly, "A gentle man like my father." Then, his father smiled: "Really

    ? I'm so happy."

    In the dream, the father's hidden smile could no longer be clearly seen. No matter how wide Qingshuimian opened his eyes, he couldn't see clearly.

    The flowing water of the years, the long river of death and life, have completely separated them.

    "Bang——"

    "Bang——"

    The light-sleeping teenager opened his eyes from the broken dream, woke up, his brain was starved of oxygen as if he had cried out, and his head was dizzy.

    "Are you awake?" Xia Youjie's concerned voice came from behind.

    The sky is a little leaden, and the dawn is approaching. Qing ShuiMian responded vaguely, sat on the edge of the bed by the window, and looked up at the sky.

    Oddly enough, there were indeed fireworks.

    "I heard from the lady at the front desk that the summer festival is held nearby. This day is the happiest time for everyone, and it will last for a long time." Xia Youjie behind him explained, put down the other book in his hand, got up and walked to the window, thinking Close the windows and draw the curtains.

    "No need, Jie." Qing Shuimian stopped her mouth, "I've rested for a long time, and I don't feel sleepy anymore." Xia

    Youjie, who was pulling the curtains with both hands, turned around and looked back at Qing Shuimian, the hazy sky was shining On the front of the young man, the warm light of the floor lamp in the corner outlines his figure. Under the interlacing and overlapping of two kinds of light and shadow, he seems to have fallen into an illusory dream, and his face is a bit dazed.

    With a "hmm", Xia Youjie respected him, let go of the curtains, and sat back on the chair again.

    In the sky that is about to break dawn, there is a trace of pale, dead color, not fresh. The fireworks of the nearby summer festival also slowly ended, and the hustle and bustle of the night also fell silent like sparks.

    The burning smoke rose slowly, as if the morning fog was soaking in the sky. It became foggy outside the window, like a cloudy sky.

    Sitting on the edge of the bed by the window, Qingshuimian looked out the window, feeling bored. The sound of pages turning behind him was Xia Youjie continuing to read the book.