Exclusive Memory Chapter 6 Part 1

 I dreamed again.

It was the time my dad took me to an amusement park, and then we lost our money on the way.

Dad bought me a malt candy and said:"Tongtong, wait for Dad here, don't go anywhere."

I nodded understandingly.

Later, I waited for a while, licked the sugar, and continued to wait, and then the sugar was all gone, and my father hadn't come back yet. I just felt cold and lonely.

Really cold.

I shivered, trying to find something to block the cold, but I couldn't find anything, so I shrank into a ball with all my might.

At this moment, I heard a shallow sigh that did not seem real, and then a warm embrace suddenly came to pick me up.

I am confused about what is a dream and what is reality.

I just felt that it was an unusually comfortable and gentle embrace, and just when I covetously wanted to shrink into it forever, I was put into a soft bed.

I frowned a little disappointedly and fell back to sleep again.

Just when I was anxious, an aunt came up to me, "Hey, isn't this the daughter of Police Officer Tong?"

"Auntie." I felt like I knew her.

"What about the family?"

"Dad went to find something and told me to wait here, and Mom went to work." I answer honestly.

"Well," Auntie smiled, "your mother told me to pick you up."

In the dream, I couldn't see her face clearly. I couldn't see clearly all the time. I just remembered that she was holding my hand tighter and tighter. I wanted to yell, but I couldn't do so. In desperation, I turned over with all my might, and immediately felt that my body was hanging in the air, and then rolled out of bed with a "plop"

The ground is covered with wooden floors, so the movement seems a bit loud.

I sat up depressed, still a little in a trance, and then saw Mu Chenghe, who quickly appeared at the door when I heard the noise.

I opened my eyes wide in horror, and looked at the display in front of me. At first, I couldn't realize where I was, but after I sat up and looked around, I realized that it was Mu Chenghe's bedroom.

"My bed is so wide, but somehow you can still roll off." He leaned against the door with a helpless expression, not at all like the sick cat of last night.

"Whether you roll or not has nothing to do with the width of the bed," I muttered, "The bed at school is so narrow, I can sleep well."

He laughed and said, "That's because the school bed has railings."

All right. I admit that my sleeping posture is very bad, I push the quilt, sleep sideways, and drool, but the cases of falling under the bed are rare, which is enough to show that this person's bed feng shui is not good.

But, how could such things be discovered by Mu Chenghe.

Thinking of drooling, I quickly touched the corner of my mouth. Fortunately, if there is any, it has dried, and I like to lie on my back rather than my side, otherwise it will be miserable to leave evidence on the pillow.

"If you aren't sleeping anymore, just wash your face, brush your teeth and eat breakfast." After he finished speaking, he turned and left.

I rubbed my hair, lifted the quilt and got up from the ground, and went to the bathroom. I remember that I fell asleep in the living room, why was I in the bedroom when I got up, could it be sleepwalking?

When I went to the toilet and flushed, I saw a pool of blood red, first stunned, and then hurriedly turned to check my pajama pants.

Sure enough, it's dirty.

Suddenly my heart shouted that it was not good.

"You're up? I'll clean up the bed." Mu Chenghe said outside.

"Wait a minute." I called in a hurry.

"What's wrong?" His footsteps outside the door seemed to linger.

After taking a shower yesterday, Mu Chenghe found his thick pajamas for me. Not to mention the dirty pants, but according to my usual experience, the sheets must be dirty too.

God—

I made a silent cry, and then immediately said to Mu Chenghe outside: "I still need to sleep for a while." After saying that, I quickly rushed out of the bathroom and ran back to the bedroom, ignoring Mu Chenghe who was standing there, turned around and locked the door.

I climbed into bed to check my own incriminating evidence. Not on the quilt, but on the sheets! His sheets were light-colored, and you could see the marks in the middle of the bed.

On the morning of the first day of the new year, I gazed at it and vividly experienced what tragedy is.

I calmed down and thought about it, and there were no more than three solutions.

First: I throw myself off the 23rd floor . Thinking of this, my heart sank, I stood on the bay window sill, and opened the window. The cold wind rushed into the room quickly, making me shiver. Then I looked at the scenery downstairs again, and trembled even more.

Forget it, the next method.

Second: I throw the sheets and pajamas down the 23rd floor. However, when he came in and saw the mattress and quilt missing, how should I explain it to him? What if some enthusiastic person downstairs picked it up and waited for a recruitment notice, what should I do? Still doesn't work.

Third: confession. I want to cry without tears, I can't say, teacher, I'm here, I can only trouble you to wash your pajamas and sheets by yourself.

Mu Chenghe knocked on the bedroom door, "Xue Tong?”

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