Wen Tian held Jiang Han’s warm fingers tightly, and remained awake in the dark dream that was constantly sinking.

    This was the first time that Wen Tian felt the “rules” of the world so truly and strongly – severe pain, dizziness, increasingly blurred consciousness, and memories that were constantly being smeared and modified. His body was like being broken down by a heavy hammer, split into countless pieces, and then reassembled and pieced together according to the will of the world.

    Dad, Mom…

    Wen Tian’s pale lips moved together, and he moaned in pain.

    Jiang Han turned on his phone and started recording, while holding his hand tightly, “I remember, Dad, Mom.”

    “Brother Jiang Han…” Suddenly, Wen Tian sobbed painfully and said like a child, “Run slower, I can’t catch up with you.”

    Jiang Han was startled.

    Wen Tian was soaked in cold sweat, and his face was pale and bloodless.

    Like a patient who had been sentenced to death, he relied on unimaginable courage to cling to the last glimmer of hope for life.

    The slender fingers holding Jiang Han became more and more powerful, and blood marks were scratched on the fingertips.

    Jiang Han frowned, but he seemed to feel no pain at all. His dark eyes stared at Wen Tian, ​​trying hard to remember all his messy mumblings.

    Wen Tian panted rapidly.

    The dark dream was like a bottomless quagmire. He waded into the cold swamp alone, stirring up the debris deposited in the depths. The messy fragments kept flickering.

    The young Jiang Han stood on the beach, his white shirt slightly bulging, and raised his chin at him arrogantly, “Let’s compete here, okay?”

    “If I lose, I’ll treat you to a meal, and if you win, you treat me to a meal?”

    The young Wen Tian, ​​who still had a little baby fat on his cheeks, looked at him blankly, and a cute puzzled expression appeared on his delicate eyebrows, “Isn’t that the same?”

    The young Jiang Han curved his lips, “It’s different for me.”

    The young Wen Tian was still full of confusion.

    But Jiang Han was already walking backwards, with a smile on his dignified and cold face, and he said unreasonably, “The game has begun.”

    The distance between the two was not close to each other. The young boy Wen Tian was stunned for a moment and stammered, “You…you are bullying me, aren’t you?”

    Jiang Han smiled and turned around and ran, carrying out the bullying to the end.

    Wen Tian was anxious, and took a long step to catch up with him, “Brother Jiang Han, run slower, I can’t catch up with you.”

    The picture flickered and shattered in an instant.

    Before Wen Tian could remember the extremely unfamiliar scene, the picture in front of him changed, and turned into a badge hanging in front of him, swinging back and forth like a pendulum. The printed black words “Excellent Young Teacher of XXX Kindergarten” emerged clearly from the blurred background.

    This scene has appeared for the second time.

    But this time, perhaps because there were too many fragments that were stirred up and it was too messy, the “world consciousness” was unable to take care of itself, so Wen Tian could see the handwritten name on the badge in the messy scene:

    Wen Qing.

    He seemed very small in this scene, standing in front of “Wen Qing”. The other leaned down and rubbed his head, saying gently, “Ah Tian, ​​don’t cry. You wait here obediently. Mom will buy you a small cake, okay?”

    Little Wen Tian sniffed and muttered softly, “Liar.”

    “Wen Qing” was silent for a while and sighed softly.

    Then he stood up, and the badge that kept shaking in front of his eyes also moved away.

    “Mom?” Little Wen Tian staggered forward a few steps, trying to catch up with the woman’s gradually receding back.

    He stretched out his little hand, but Wen Qing’s back was like a layer of colorful mist, which was shattered into a flowing wind and disappeared in an instant.

    “Wen Qing… Wen Qing…” Wen Tian grabbed Jiang Han’s hand and muttered with difficulty.

    “Wen Qing?” Jiang Han tried his best to get closer, trying to hear Wen Tian’s untuneable voice.

    “…Mom.” Wen Tian sighed and called out clearly.

    Then, the young man’s painful expression suddenly relaxed, his head sank, and fell softly towards him.

    Soft lips unexpectedly rubbed Jiang Han’s cheek.

    The almost scalding touch began to spread from the kissed skin, and burned into a raging fire.

    Jiang Han’s Adam’s apple rolled, and his mind was blank for a moment.

    After a moment, Jiang Han raised his hand and rubbed the young man’s hair soaked with cold sweat, and said softly, “Thank you for your hard work.”

    They arrived at the hospital.

    Jiang Han picked up Wen Tian and sent him to the emergency room without caring about other people’s eyes.

    Wen Tian was put on a breathing mask and was pushed into the emergency room lifelessly. Jiang Han slowly exhaled and sat down on a bench in the corridor.

    The self-reliant Jiang Dabai took short steps and followed Jiang Han with a clatter. It was not until Jiang Han sat down that Jiang Dabai approached cautiously, threw himself into Jiang Han’s arms, and whispered, “Dad Wen will be fine, right?”

    “…Yeah, he’ll be fine.” Jiang Han’s face was also very ugly, but he still tried to force a smile, “Don’t worry.”

    Jiang Dabai nodded and asked curiously, “Why did Dad Wen call you Jiang Han brother? Did you know each other before?”

    The tender little voice was full of innocent confusion.

    Jiang Han looked at the little cub, and his heart was instantly lifted.

    Jiang Dabai was puzzled, “Huh? Why are you so nervous?”

    “…Dabai,” Jiang Han touched his head and asked with concern, “Don’t you have a headache?”

    Jiang Dabai, “…Huh? Why do I have a headache?”

    His big eyes were wide open, and his little face was full of question marks.

    Jiang Han: ………

    Jiang Dabai curled his lips, “I’m asking you, did you know Papa Wen before?”

    Jiang Han pondered for a moment, frowned and said, “I don’t remember.”

    “……” Jiang Dabai said without hesitation, “You scumbag.”

    Jiang Han: ……………

    “Then what about Wen Qing?” Jiang Dabai opened his clear and innocent eyes, even more confused, “My other grandmother?”

    Jiang Han was stunned for a moment.

    Aren’t these two things bugs that this “world” is trying hard to erase?

    Why did the three-year-old Jiang Dabai ask these questions clearly, but there was no reaction that touched the “bug”?

    Jiang Han pursed his lips tightly, and for a moment he forgot how to react.

    Jiang Dabai’s expression gradually turned into one of disgust.

    “Hey,” Jiang Dabai climbed up the bench with a grunt, sat next to Jiang Han, held his face with his two little hands, shook his head and sighed, “It’s broken, Jiang Han must be broken.”

    Jiang Han: ………………

    After being interrupted by Jiang Dabai’s quirky interruption, Jiang Han’s mood finally slowly eased.

    He let out a long breath, looked at the red “First Aid” sign in the ward, and was extremely anxious.

    Jiang Dabai shook his short legs like lotus roots, secretly observed Jiang Han’s expression, and breathed a sigh of relief.

    A big and a small waited anxiously outside the emergency room.

    After a while, the shocking red light on the door turned green, and the doctor opened the door while removing his mask.

    “How is the patient?”

    “How is Wen Baba?”

    The big and the small stood up immediately and asked anxiously.

    Jiang Dabai was short, so he simply stood on the chair and tried to pretend to be an adult.

    “The patient has woken up,” the doctor said gently, “You can go in to see him, but please keep quiet.”

    Before he finished speaking, Jiang Han’s figure passed by and rushed into the ward.

    “There’s still me! There’s still me!” Jiang Dabai stamped his feet anxiously.

    The doctor helplessly carried him off the chair, and Jiang Dabai immediately spread his short legs and followed in like a whirlwind.