Zhang Zian dreamed that he was on a snowy plateau. The sky was gloomy, and the wind was like a knife. He was surrounded by white snow. There were a few vague figures lying beside him. They seemed to have lost consciousness. He was the only one who was awake. A huge sense of loneliness wrapped around him.
He held the steel gun in his arms. Even if he was shivering in the cold, he would not throw it away.
Something moved beside him. He looked down. It was Famous. It was lying beside the figures, as if it was using its body to keep them warm.
The snow kept falling. The snow piled up thicker and thicker. It seemed that he and Famous were the only two living things left in the world.
Suddenly, Famous's ears moved. It stood up from its lying position and stared at the distance shrouded in snow.
"What's the matter, Famous?" he asked, trying to listen like Famous.
He did not hear any sound, but the snow brought a strange smell. It was like the rotten smell of some kind of beast.
His heart suddenly beat faster. He held the steel gun tightly and lay on the snow wall built by his comrades to defend against the enemy's attack. He stared in the direction of the wind.
Pairs of green eyes that were like will-o '-the-wisps appeared in the wind and snow. The dim sky outlined their strong bodies. They silently stopped outside the shooting range of the steel gun and surrounded him in a fan shape from afar. They did not need to take the risk to attack. They just needed to trap these humans and wait for them to freeze to death. Perfect hunting cooperation. They must have a leader who was as cunning as a fox.
His heart beat faster and faster. He looked back at his injured comrades. Facing the siege of the beasts, he could not hold on for long. If this continued, everyone was destined to become food for these beasts.
"Famous, run. Only you can escape," he said to Famous.
Famous stared at him, then shook its head. Suddenly, it jumped on the snow wall and roared at the beasts in the distance.
The beasts were enraged. No matter how organized they were, they were still beasts.
"Famous, what are you doing?" he asked in surprise.
Famous turned around and looked at him calmly. Its eyes were very pure, without the slightest fear of facing death.
"Famous, I want to be an angel," it said.
Without waiting for him to stop it, Famous jumped off the snow wall and ran in the other direction, shouting as it ran.
The beasts were like iron sand attracted by a magnet, and their formation was disrupted. Countless figures were driven by instinct to chase after Famous.
"Famous!" he roared.
…
"Fly … Achoo!"
Zhang Zian sneezed loudly and sat up from the bed.
Before dawn, all the elfins in the bedroom were awakened by his sneeze. Eyes of all colors stared at him silently. Fortunately, there were no green eyes like the ones in his nightmare. Although Fina's eyes were green, they were as green as a glittering opal, completely different from the will-o '-the-wisp eyes of the elfins.
He looked down and saw that he was sitting on the bed, and there was no gun in his arms. Also, where is my blanket?
He looked to the side and saw that Richard had pulled the quilt onto itself. It seemed that his clothes were not enough to satisfy it. God knew where this bird got its strength from!
No wonder he had this strange dream of being in the snowfield, no wonder he was so cold that he sneezed …
Zhang Zian wanted to throw Richard out of the window right now, but it would definitely imitate the voice of a girl and shout for help. Not only would he not be able to punish it, but he would also be in trouble!
"I accidentally had a nightmare …" He smiled innocently. "If you want to blame someone, blame Richard. It took my quilt away."
Zhang Zian looked at Famous's position and met its eyes.
Zhang Zian didn't know why, but he felt that Famous seemed to know about his dream. Its wet black eyes conveyed a reassuring feeling.
He touched the chest of his pajamas, which were soaked in cold sweat. He had to change quickly, or his cold might get worse. There were clean spare pajamas at the head of the bed, pressed under the pillow to prevent it from being contaminated by Richard. He reached out and pulled out the pajamas. A booklet beside the pillow fell to the ground. It was the script of Dog Warrior.
What you think about in the day, you dream at night. He was so absorbed in the script yesterday that he had a nightmare at night.
The elfins' sleepiness was all gone. Anyway, it was almost dawn, so they got up one after another.
In the morning, he practiced boxing, moved his body, cleaned up the shop a little, and then went to get breakfast for the elfins. Time passed quickly.
Lu Yi Yun came to work early that day, much earlier than the time Zhang Zian had set for her. She was holding a digital drawing tablet and a backpack with Jasmine in it.
"Mr. Store Manager, you don't look so good. Did you not sleep well last night? " She put the drawing tablet on the cashier's table, turned her head, and keenly noticed the difference in his face.
Zhang Zian was stunned. He couldn't help but reach out and touch his face. "So obvious? I had a nightmare early in the morning. "
"I feel a little paler than usual." She seemed to be afraid that Zhang Zian wouldn't believe her, so she pointed to her thick glasses and said, "Although I am nearsighted, I am very sensitive to color."
This explanation was very convincing, and Zhang Zian couldn't help but believe it. He had seen some of Lu Yi Yun's works. As a professional painter, she had a very accurate grasp of color, and she could always color the work just right. She only did sketches in the shop, and she had to wait until she got home to color. That was because the monitor in her rental house was a professional drawing monitor, which was much more high-end than the ordinary monitor in Zhang Zian's shop. As for his monitor, she simply said, "It's an eyesore."
It really wasn't Zhang Zian's fault. No one would equip the cashier's computer with a professional drawing monitor, right?
Lu Yi Yun took Jasmine out of the bag, and Zhang Zian handed over a food bowl. "Has Jasmine had breakfast? There are some barbecue skewers here without salt. Let it eat while it's hot. "
"Uh … This … How can I …" she stammered.
"It's okay. This is employee welfare. In the future, you don't have to prepare breakfast for Jasmine at home. Just bring it here to eat. Anyway, there will always be barbecue left here. "Zhang Zian didn't wait for her to decline. He put down the food bowl and left.
Jasmine smelled the barbecue, broke away from her arms, walked to the food bowl, sniffed, and wolfed down the barbecue.
"Is it delicious?" Lu Yi Yun stroked Jasmine's neck and showed a reassuring smile.
Jasmine felt very comfortable with her touch. It narrowed its eyes and meowed.
When it finished the barbecue and Lu Yi Yun went to wash the food bowl, a police car stopped in front of the shop.
Sheng Ke looked serious. He took a kraft paper portfolio from the passenger seat and trotted into the shop.
There was no number on the portfolio, but a surname was scribbled — "Guan."
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