"You girl, you haven't gotten up yet. Get up and go for a walk and move around. Don't stay at home all day. Oh, it's already what time, you can't sleep like this."

Fang Qiao couldn't help but turn over and get up as he heard the sound outside the door.

God, am I dreaming?

That was really the voice of my mother.

Fang Qiao quickly got up and ran to the door and opened the door of the room.

I saw a woman standing at the door.

That's her mother.

My mother who loves me appears in front of me again?

Why?

Or is it that I have died and have been reunited with my family?

Fang Qiao's mother, An Hongmei, is an elementary school teacher. She has not retired yet, but it is almost there.

An Hongmei didn't expect that her daughter suddenly rushed over and hugged her and looked at her suspiciously for a moment.

What's wrong with your own child?

"What's wrong! Why are your eyes red? Who bullies you?"

"Mom..." Fang Qiao choked, "Am I dreaming?"

An Hongmei looked confused. She was confused, what was going on with this child? She was confused. She had dreams. Did she have a nightmare?

How old is a person who can still cry after having a dream.

"What's wrong? Are you a child having a nightmare? Stop crying. How old is it? You can still scare you to have a dream. Hurry up, just wash and go out for a walk and have a breath. You must be confused when you sleep."

Listening to the familiar voice of my mother in my ears, Fang Qiao finally felt a little reality.

She really hugged her mom.

How is this possible?

"Mom, I miss you so much." Fang Qiao hugged her mother tightly and she kept crying.

"Oh, my god, I see you every day, have you missed me? Well, what kind of dream is this? I'm so scared. After that, I'm just talking to you. I still have a pot on the fire. Go wash up quickly and I'll go to the kitchen first." My mother said as she quickly turned around and left her room and ran towards the kitchen far away.

Looking at my mother's back, Fang Qiao felt a little overwhelmed.

She stiffened her body, looking at everything around her familiar and unfamiliar, and now seeing it again, she clearly knew that this was her home.

"How is this possible?"

Turning around, I looked at the living room outside the door, the TV, sofa, round table, chairs, chandeliers, kitchen, and the bedroom opposite to her bedroom, which was her parents' room.

This is her home!

Fang Qiao's home is in Jiangbin Community, on the fifth floor of Unit 1, 1 living room and 1 kitchen, and there are two bathrooms. One is the one she has in her bedroom, and the other is next to her parents' bedroom opposite the kitchen.

Although her family is a little smaller, in today's materialistic world, if parents can afford such a house in the city, it can be considered a well-off family.

As he looked, Fang Qiao felt dizzy.

All kinds of memories in her mind flew back and forth, making her unable to stand up and support her on the door.

Fang Qiao had a feeling, but he couldn't believe it.

She reached out and closed the door and ran into the bathroom quickly.

Her bathroom was clean, the floor tiles were mopped brightly, and there was no smell at all.

None of these were what she paid attention to, and at this time Fang Qiao stood by the toilet stand and stared at herself in the mirror.

It was a very young face, looking like a seventeen or eighteen year old, with long curly hair softly scattered on the shoulders and hanging on the chest. A white silk suspender pajama was wearing loosely.

Her skin is fair and crystal clear without any cosmetics. This is how she looked when she was seventeen or eighteen years old. She is young and elegant, and very energetic.

The most conspicuous one is the clear eyes.

At this moment, those slightly red eyes were full of disbelief.

Is this really her?
Chapter completed!