Zhuang Shuyi dreamed again.

If it was in a normal dream, she probably wouldn't realize it. But this time, she dreamed of Yongning again. When she was sitting on a boat and drifting along the river, she realized that this was her beloved Yongning.

Because every part of her seemed to be cheering and shouting. She was so happy, even if it was a dream. Yes, she couldn't go back, so this beautiful place could only appear in her dream again.

And even if it was a dream, she hadn't dreamed for a long time.

The slow boat gently leaned against the shore. Zhuang Shuyi grabbed a reed and jumped onto the shore. Then she advanced deep and shallowly in the mud. Even the mud seemed to be warmly welcoming her arrival, and it was hard to separate from her shoes.

Zhuang Shuyi didn't feel angry at all. She took off her shoes and stepped on them barefoot in the mud. Anyway, this was just a dream. She happily threw away her shoes and ran.

The wind kissed every inch of her face affectionately, and even combed her hair. Yongning City was still so lively, and countless people were wearing lab coats. Compared with Shanghai, it seemed that it was still immersed in the afterglow of the old era.

But even so, Zhuang Shuyi still felt that this ancient place was as beautiful as a dream. By the way, it was really just a dream now.

Zhuang Shuyi was barefoot and a little depressed. This was just a dream.

Her body has already remembered the route skillfully. Even if she didn't look at anything, she just walked with her head down, she perfectly carved everything from the past. She had fought with people in this alley, and of course, A Nian came to save the scene in the end; this shop is her favorite, with the ginger sauce and eggs made with Yongning, and her favorite brown sugar and yellow wine to cook crabs...

After passing through the lively street, she finally arrived in front of the door.

The door that even she felt moved to tears even when she dreamed, carries the beauty and sorrow of her childhood, and at this moment only endless attachment is left.

She couldn't wait to push open the door and rushed in with excitement.

Then he woke up from his dream.

"A Nian, where is this?"

"Follower, we will be on the road tomorrow, and this is still Shanghai."

Yangbo said, pouring her a cup of rose black tea to relieve the thirst in his early throat. He was still laughing, thinking that she was just sleeping in a daze. But when he turned around, he wanted to hand her tea, he realized that it was not good if he looked at her face.

"Liuliu, are you uncomfortable? Or..."

I remembered Yongning.

Yangbo couldn't even bear to say that name. The loss on her face had already told him everything.

She remembered Yongning again.

The place she dreamed of was the harbor called home.

Yang Bo held the cup of tea and tried too hard, even smashing the beautiful jasper fine stoneware from the other side of the ocean. The hot tea spilled all over the floor, but he could not feel the pain or heat at all.

His heart was like a thousand years of ice cellar, and he was so cold that he lost the urge to jump.

"My God, A Nian, your hands are burned red. The ointment, the ointment, it should be cold water and ice!" Zhuang Shuyi grabbed his hand and was at a loss.

"It's okay. I'll do it myself. Just help me find panacea." Yang Bo went to find cold water and cold compress by himself, and took the opportunity to completely hide his terrible expression.

He shouldn't have done this. He should have told her that Commander Hao of Yongning had stepped down and the Northern Expedition army had arrived in Shanghai. No matter how small Yongning was, it would not be ignored.

But no matter how much psychological preparation Yang Bo made for himself, he still couldn't say it when the matter came to an end.

He still doesn't want to go back. Or he still doesn't want to ask Liuliu to go back.

That was her Yongning, not his.

"A Nian, which one? What size bottle, or what color label?" Zhuang Shuyi was completely confused in the pile of bottles and jars. She couldn't find it.

"There is a tiger on it." Yang Bo put his hand into the cold water. At the same moment, his face that was disgusting when he saw it appeared.

He is really not a thing. A scum like him can get her love, which is simply obtained by burning incense for several lifetimes. Perhaps he has bet on all his luck in this life. Otherwise, there would be no such miracle now.

She regarded him as a hero, but he did all the despicable things. He deceived her, once, twice, three or four times... He seemed to have become accustomed to using lies to perfunctory her.

But even a person who is heartless like him thinks the truth is too cruel.

He doesn't want her to go back. This is the truth.

She wanted to go home and Yongning, and she couldn't stop crying in her dreams. But he knew he could go back, but he refused to tell her. He was not worthy of being loved like that. But he really couldn't do it, so he let her go back.

Maybe she was right. He just wanted to monopolize her, break her wings and imprison her in a cage. Only he could see it alone could he feel at ease.

There was so much love in her heart. She loved her parents, her family, Yongning, and justice... Who is he? In front of those things, he is nothing.

And he was sure that as long as her parents, her family, and as long as those things needed her, she would not hesitate and do whatever she wanted. She was the hopelessly selfless fool.

Just like that day, in order to save her mother, she chose to stab the dagger into her chest without thinking. For her, her life was always as light as a feather.

But for him, this is not the case. Even if there is a Mount Tai in this world, it will never be more than her weight in his heart. Adding the whole world together is less than one millionth of hers.

He no longer dared to think about that day, there was a dagger inserted into her chest, lying in a pool of blood, without a trace of anger on her face.

She was so determined and decisive that he would not even have time to stop him. If it weren't for that day, without the bastard doctor named Cheng and the dagger stabbed in half a minute, would she really die there?

He dared not think about it.

"A Nian, are you getting better?" Zhuang Shuyi asked with a worried look.

Yang Bo looked at her face and smiled. "It's much better. Now Liuliu, please help me apply panacea oil. We can set off later."

Zhuang Shuyi held his hand, carefully dug a bunch of ointments, gently applied it to the back of his hand with his fingers, and blew it in front of him, fearing that he would hurt. "Does it hurt? Huhuhu~"

"It hurts." Yang Bo said this and saw her eyebrows stirring together, which was very interesting. Then he reached his hand to her mouth. "Liuliu, please help me blow it, and it won't hurt if you blow it."

"Yeah. Huh~" Zhuang Shuyi immediately bulged his mouth and blew hard.

"By the way, A Nian, where are we going?"

"Go to Beijing."
Chapter completed!