After being reborn, I became little ancestor of paranoid tyrant(Complete)

Chapter 127: Tingting is not afraid of the cold, hello

"What did you dream about?"

Fu Boyun looked at Xu Shenting with a smile with low eyes, he said that there are all in his dreams, and the little boy dreamed of it, is he a prophet?

Fu Boyun thought about it a little funny to himself, how could it be?

"I dreamed of you."

Xu Shenting looked at Fu Boyun, said seriously, thought about it and added: "You were 14 years old." "

The smile on the corner of Fu Boyun's mouth froze there, looking at Xu Shenting uncertainly, did he really remember?

He expects his little boy to think of him, does he really remember?

"But I can't tell if I'm dreaming or if it's actually happening."

Xu Shenting didn't know, and shook his head gently.

But Fu Boyun said that he had amnesia and forgot, which should be true.

"Xu Limin said that when my mother just passed away, I had a high fever that did not go away, and I was sent to the hospital for emergency treatment, and after I woke up, I forgot a lot of things."

Xu Shenting recalled what Xu Limin said just now, his mother died, and his high fever did not go away, which happened to be that year:

"I was seven years old."

Therefore, it seems that Fu Boyun has never appeared in his childhood memory.

Now I know that it is not that it did not appear, but that he forgot.

"Tell me, I'll listen."

Fu Boyun's tone was faintly excited, but he hid it well, and pretended to be calm and pulled Xu Shenting to sit down and say.

"I dreamed that I was sitting in the car with my mother, and it was snowing heavily, and I was lying on the window of the car and looking at the snow."

Xu Shenting looked ahead, his eyes were shallow, recalling the picture he dreamed of, and said slowly:

"I saw a little brother on the side of the road, wearing a red wide sweater, and a thick layer of snow fell on his hair and sweater."

"I asked the driver to stop the car, got out of the car and trotted over, standing in front of my little brother."

Xu Shenting looked at Fu Boyun, as if he saw him at the age of 14 through his face.

"The little brother's long eyelashes have a layer of crystal frost, his little face is red from the cold, his lips are purple, and his body is shaking."

Xu Shenting's hand stroked Fu Boyun's eyelashes, cheeks and lips, and his tone was a little distressed: "He is extremely cold." "

Fu Boyun held Xu Shenting's hand in the palm of his hand.

Xu Shenting looked down at their hands, and Fu Boyun's hands were shaking, as if they were at that time.

"I asked him ......"

Fu Boyun looked at Xu Shenting, which coincided with the 7-year-old he looked like in his memory, and asked him with the little milk voice in his ear: Brother, are you cold?

He remembered that day, Yu Qiushuang insisted that he put on a red sweater and took him to Fu's house to pay New Year's greetings.

He was locked out by Fu Yunguo, Yu Qiushuang seemed to be invisible, happily pleasing the man who was called his father, and flattering everyone in the Fu family.

The door of the Fu family was closed, and he saw the juniors of the Fu family lying on the window laughing at him.

He was so angry and angry that his fists tightened and opened, and he didn't say anything.