âMommy, yesterday Iâ¦â Little Yichen had mulled this over for a long time, wondering how best to tell her about the dream.
Firstly, he was afraid that she would worry. Secondly, he was afraid that such an unrealistic dream would give her a psychological cue.
He had suspected⦠Everything in the dream must be related to Gong Fan. Could it be that Gong Fan really wanted to take over Youyouâs body, and so he had the dream for this reason? And he had this dream because he had telepathic communication with Youyou.
Little Yichen was worried. Would Gong Fan really be like this? Would he hurt the boy in order to possess Youyouâs body? Both he and Yun Shishi welcomed and accepted him. The family got along well, and even Youyou was tolerant of Gong Fan. How could he do anything to hurt Youyou? Little Yichen found it hard to believe.
At the dining table.
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Yun Shishi served up breakfast. Little Yichen and Gong Fan sat facing each other.
Little Yichen hesitated as he studied Gong Fan while eating breakfast. He had many questions for Gong Fan, but he was also worried that Gong Fan was indeed as cruel and ruthless as he appeared in the dream. If that were the case, asking these questions would only serve to alert the enemy.
Little Yichen was surprised to find himself seemingly more on guard against Gong Fan since he had woken up from the dream. It was as though he was on the alert against him! It was a subconscious precaution, not something deliberate on his own part.
Gong Fan took a bite of bread and raised his eyebrows when he saw that his brother was clearly troubled. âWhatâs the matter?â
âOh ⦠oh, nothing!â Little Yichen shook his head and casually picked up two slices of bread. He spread a layer of blueberry jam on them and absentmindedly took a bite.
âYou donât look like you slept well.â Gong Fanâs unintentional words made Little Yichenâs heart skip a beat.n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om
âN-no, of course not!â
âBut I sense that youâre not in a good state of mind.â
It was not deliberate concern. Although Gong Fanâs tone was not so friendly, one could tell that he cared. He saw that Little Yichen looked a little worn and had a feeling that the boy had not had a good rest. He looked tired and out of sorts.
Little Yichen touched his own face and replied perfunctorily, âMaybe itâs the nightmareâ¦â
âNightmare?â Gong Fan didnât look convinced. What kind of nightmares could an optimistic boy like Little Yichen have? âGot captured by the enemies?â
Little Yichen replied, â⦠I havenât been playing PUBG lately.â
âAs I recall, you acted as if you were a game addict. There was a time when you were gaming round-the-clock, even in your dreams.â Gong Fan paused and took a sip of milk. He teased, âDid you dream that you were being pursued with a frying pan?â
âCough⦠coughâ¦â
Gong Fan actually had the mood to joke with him. Little Yichen relaxed a little, thinking that a dream was just a dream after all. He didnât have to make a big deal out of it, translating the dream into some other things in reality!
Youyou was his brother. Similarly, Gong Fan was his brother. How could he not trust Gong Fan and suspect that he wanted to hurt the boy?
It was just a dreamâ¦
Little Yichen kept pointedly ignoring everything that seemed troubling in his dreams. He continually tried to reassure himself. He gulped down his glass of milk and finally felt better.