The two chatted while watching a movie, and the time quickly approached early morning.

Suddenly Ruan Xia put her index finger to her mouth and made a silent gesture.

She heard the knock on my door on the second floor.

Then Mo Songqing frowned and went downstairs in slippers.

The two stood up almost at the same time.

"Dad, what's wrong? Are you thirsty?"

Mo Songqing looked up, and when Ruan Xia saw it, his eyes were filled with shock, as if he had been frightened.

"Uncle Mo, come here and let me help you."

She put her hand on Mo Songqing's pulse and found that his pulse was extremely unstable. Although it was nothing serious, it would definitely affect her sleep.

"Uncle Mo, are you having a nightmare?"

Mo Songqing sat on the sofa, relaxed, and sighed.

"I don't know if it's a nightmare or not."

Ruan Xia waved her hand behind her, signaling Mo Songlan to sit down and not to panic too much.

She poured a glass of water for Mo Songqing.

"Uncle Mo, tell me what you dreamed about, and I will interpret it for you."

Mo Songqing took a sip of water, feeling much better, and let out a long sigh.

"Hey, strangely enough, this dream was so real that I couldn't tell the difference between reality and reality just now."

Ruan Xia poured another glass of water and covered the water with spiritual power.

The water is hot, and the steaming heat emits a trace of spiritual energy, which has a soothing effect.

Ruan Xia handed the water to Mo Songqing's hand.

"Cover your hands and speak slowly, and I'll tell you whether it's good or bad."

Mo Songqing smiled and nodded.

"It's great that you are at home, otherwise I wouldn't know where to talk about these things."

Ruan Xia was not in a hurry. When some of the spiritual energy entered Mo Songqing's body along his breath, his breathing stabilized.

"I dreamed about Tingye's mother, my late wife."

Speaking of his deceased wife, Mo Songqing's originally determined eyes softened.

"She still looks like a little girl. If she insists on watching the rain with her, I can't be more respectful than obeying. Who knows that she suddenly becomes interested when watching the rain and goes straight to dance in the rain. She dances so beautifully. , but it was raining heavily, so I told her to come back quickly, come back quickly, she might catch a cold."

"She didn't listen and waved me over. I went back to the house to get an umbrella. I took the umbrella out and ran after her, but who knew she ran further and further away, ran to a small river, and disappeared."

Mo Songqing tightened her hand on the cup.

"I walked to the river to take a look, and suddenly someone pushed me behind me, and I fell in."

"The moment it fell, I looked back and found that it was her standing behind me."

After speaking, Mo Songqing smiled and took a sip of hot water. There were traces of moisture in the corners of his eyes.

"When she was young, she always made trouble with me. She was very naughty. She even bullied me in my dreams. She was so angry that I woke up immediately."

Ruan Xia frowned and asked in a low voice.

"Then after you woke up, did you feel uncomfortable?"

Mo Songqing took a deep breath and slowly exhaled it.

"When I first woke up, I felt my chest was tight and I couldn't breathe. But now I seem to be fine."

"Master Ruan, tell me what this dream of mine means. Is the old woman angry because she blames me for not going to see her?"

Ruan Xia smiled softly.

"Uncle Mo, you are suffering from longing. As the saying goes, you think about something every day and dream about it at night. You must be missing your aunt."

Ruan Xia pretended to be casual and put her hand on Mo Songqing's wrist, observing his pulse.

Mo Songqing sighed.

"You're right. Next month is the anniversary of her death. I've been thinking about this a lot these days. Maybe I really miss her, and I always think about what happened when we were young. Hey, this old woman is still in my dream. Don’t forget to tease me.”

Mo Songqing's face was filled with happiness, and he was no longer as panicked as before.

Seeing that his pulse had been unstable, Ruan Xia simply said.

"Tell me about what happened between you and your aunt. That guy Mo Tingye has never told me."

Mo Songqing cast his eyes into the distance, seeming to be trying to remember.

Ruan Xia could see that his uncle missed his deceased wife very deeply.

No wonder some people say that the one left behind is the saddest.

"Oh, look at how old I am, how embarrassed I am to tell you all those love stories. Let me tell you what happened when they were young."

Ruan Xia smiled and nodded, but did not forget to feel for his pulse.

"After Ting Lan was born, we originally planned not to have children. But at that time, the elders emphasized the importance of having a male to pass on to the family, and this was the reason why Ting Ye was ruined again."

"If we knew it was so harmful to the body, we would never have another baby."

Ruan Xia nodded, thinking, Mo Tingye, you are just a tool for inheritance, and you almost died.

Mo Songqing's eyes gradually became cloudy, as if covered with a layer of mist.

"Tingye's mother was extremely happy. She had just given birth to him and she personally named her. She wrote the name on each piece of paper, filling several pages."

"But then...hey!"

Mo Tinglan continued from the side.

"It's a pity that grandpa still vetoed it. We must use the word "ting" on the family tree to say that the family's incense cannot be cut off."

Mo Songqing sighed.

"I didn't know how to refuse at that time, so I could only obey my parents. Thinking about it now, this probably became a regret in her heart."

As Mo Songqing spoke, he fiddled with a bunch of bodhi seeds in his hand.

Suddenly his eyes lit up.

"Oh, when Tingye was born, we buried a jar of wine in the yard. We promised to dig it out when Tingye got married, but we almost forgot about it!"

When Mo Songlan heard this, he immediately lost his temper and stood on the sofa with full aura.

"Dad! You and Mom are too partial! Why didn't you leave any memorial when I was born? They all pampered that brat!"

Mo Songqing glared at his daughter.

"You do want to get married, so go ahead."

The words made Mo Songlan choked up and made his face turn red and his neck thick.

Ruan Xia was holding back her laughter crazily and spent a lot of effort to hold back her laughter.

"Seeing that Tingye is almost thirty, I wonder when those wines will see the light of day again."

Mo Songlan smiled and glanced at Ruan Xia.

"My brother has a big head, but he is indifferent to such a beautiful fairy at home."

Ruan Xia smiled awkwardly.

"We are not related in that way. Maybe you have misunderstood."

Seeing the two of them having fun, Mo Songqing simply said, "You guys go ahead and play, I have to go back to sleep, old man."

As soon as Mo Songqing left, Mo Tinglan became even more energetic.

"Do you still think we have misunderstood? He went on live broadcast and posted on Weibo. That brat may not even know it himself. His thoughts have been exposed a long time ago."

After speaking, she looked at Ruan Xia, stretched out her hand and pointed at her forehead.

"You are also a fool, right? Why did God put two ignorant people together? It's really hopeless."

As soon as he finished speaking, a cold voice sounded at the door.

"Who are you talking about?"

Ruan Xia turned around and saw Mo Tingye, wearing an exquisite black trench coat, walking straight towards her with a cold chill on his eyebrows.

Before she could react, her whole body was already wrapped up in Mo Tingye's slender arms.

His eyebrows were arched, a bit provocative.

"Second sister, if I get married before you, who will be more embarrassed?"