Lu Jiayu felt that Jiang Chunian was incomprehensible. She clearly said that she would help her read her palm and tell her fortune, but she stopped talking after a few words and asked him to come to her again when he remembered something. It was really incomprehensible. Lu Jiayu was very angry and suspected that she had met a scammer.

He stood in the garden for a while before returning to the living room. Looking around, he found that Lin Sixian and Jiang Chunian were no longer there.

He muttered to himself, could there really be a problem?

"Fret." Edward came over to him.

Lu Jiayu had no choice but to put aside the doubts in her heart for the time being.

After the banquet, Lu Jiayu went to retrieve his painting.

His eyes fell on the picture, and through the blooming sunflowers, his eyes seemed to travel through a long time and came to a sea of ​​sunflowers. Two blurry figures, one big and one small, were running on the road. The figure in front looked back, and he seemed to vaguely see a beautiful face. She had a pair of very beautiful light blue eyes, as clear as the sky, and full of love.

She turned around and waved, her smile brighter, more beautiful, and warmer than a sunflower: "George!"

The little boy at the back raised his face, revealing his chubby face. Like the woman, he also had a pair of light blue eyes, as clear and pure as crystal. He smiled the moment his mother turned around, "Mom!"

Lu Jiayu's head seemed to be struck by lightning, and he woke up from the illusion.

He tried to recall the scene he had just seen, but found that he could not remember it at all.

But when he pressed his chest, why did he feel sore and swollen?

Lu Jiayu's mood was affected throughout the day.

When he returned home, Grandma Zhou asked him worriedly, "Jiayu, what happened to you? Are you feeling unwell?"

She also reached out and touched his forehead.

Grandma Zhou's hands have been well maintained over the years, but they still bear the vicissitudes of life. Her fingers are short and thick, her palms are thick, and there are thin calluses.

Because they had worked hard all their lives, the couple could not stand the loneliness even when they were abroad. They had already turned the back garden of the villa into a vegetable garden. They were responsible for hoeing, sowing and taking care of the vegetables. Most of the meals at home were also cooked by Grandma Zhou herself, so her hands were still rough no matter how much she cared for them.

But there is a kind of peace of mind and warmth.

Lu Jiayu's restless heart suddenly settled down. He walked over to hug Grandma Zhou, resting his head on her shoulder and acting coquettishly: "Grandma, I just missed you."

Grandma Zhou's face suddenly lit up with a smile: "Oh, my little darling. Are you hungry? Grandma will make you something delicious."

"Okay." Lu Jiayu agreed: "I want to eat braised pork today."

"Okay, I'll make braised pork for you." Grandma Zhou agreed immediately.

Grandma Zhou went to prepare the meal, and Lu Jiayu returned the painting to the studio.

He placed the painting in place, lingered on it for a while, and finally covered it with a cover.

Some mediocre people are just making trouble for themselves.

At night, Lu Jiayu had a dream. The dream was fragmented, confused, and fragmented, and it was all about that woman and that child.

Children grow from babbling to lively and naughty children, and women are beautiful, elegant and humorous, and their lives are filled with laughter.

They called each other over and over again: George, mom.

Coquettish, angry, naughty...

When Lu Jiayu woke up, he found himself in tears, with longing and sadness surging in his heart, but he had no idea where this longing and sadness came from.

In his memory, there had never been such a woman or such a child.

But he clearly felt how familiar he was with that woman in his dream.

He knew her habits clearly, could recognize every look in her eyes, and understand the encouragement or warning behind every last word of hers. He was even happy about it.

The same goes for that child. Whenever he looked at him, he always felt an lingering sense of familiarity, as if he were that child.

It's a very strange feeling.

Lu Jiayu searched through her memory but could not find such a mother and son.

Lu Jiayu thought of Jiang Chunian whom she met, and the point she made on his forehead before she left.

Could this be her doing?

Lu Jiayu looked very unhappy and felt very angry.

I hardly slept well in the second half of the night. I fell asleep as soon as I closed my eyes, and the dream was still of that mother and son.

Lu Jiayu felt that he should be disgusted and hateful, but every time he woke up, his pillow was wet with tears.

And in his dream, he was reluctant to stop.

It's like self-abuse.

The next day, Lu Jiayu woke up feeling unwell.

The Zhou family's elders were very worried and wanted to ask a family doctor to come and see him.

Lu Jiayu refused.

He reassured the two elders that he was fine.

But whether he is really okay or not, only he knows it.

After breakfast, he absentmindedly chatted with the two elders for a while, then drove alone to find Jiang Chunian. When they met, he asked her, "What on earth did you do to me?"

Jiang Chunian's face showed no surprise: "Did you dream about it?"

"It's you who did it." Lu Jiayu was very angry, and she also hid her unspeakable loss.

Jiang Chunian invited him to come in and sit down, but he refused and said angrily, "Explain your thoughts to me clearly here."

"Okay." Lin Sixian's villa is very big. There is a small forest on the left with a pavilion built inside. Jiang Chunian entertained Lu Jiayu there.

Lin Sixian accompanied him and took a set of tea sets to make tea.

Jiang Chunian was in no hurry to speak. He leisurely watched Lin Sixian brew the tea, picked it up and took a sip, and then praised it with the classic compliment: "It tastes good."

Jiang Chunian looked at Lu Jiayu with a smile: "You try it too."

Lu Jiayu had calmed down during the period of being treated coldly. His manners prevented him from refusing, so he picked up the teacup and took a sip, and then his eyes lit up.

He also praised: "Good tea."

"The tea is green and its fragrance is lingering, just like a leisurely painting."

"When you take a sip, it's a little bitter at first, just like the immaturity of youth, but then it becomes completely sweet."

"It's really good tea." Lu Jiayu exclaimed.

The whole person relaxed as well.

Jiang Chunian waited until Lu Jiayu relaxed before getting to the point: "Did you dream about something?"

Speaking of this, Lu Jiayu also remembered the purpose of his trip. He questioned Jiang Chunian: "Who are you? What do you want to do?"

"My name is Dora. I'm a fortune teller from Singapore. I came to the United States just for you." Jiang Chu said in a young voice.

"Me?" Lu Jiayu pointed at herself, a puzzled look on her face. "But I've never seen you before, and I don't know you."

"That's not important. What's important is that you know I'm here for you." Jiang Chunian asked, "Can you tell me now, did you dream about anything last night? Can you tell me your dream?"