Chapter 411 Dreaming of the Past Life

Lin Wanxia answered straightforwardly: "He agreed to go back to Beijing with me."

Jiang Sinian: "???"

"What?" He

didn't believe his ears.

"He said that if I agreed to hold a wedding with you, he would go back to Beijing with me."

Jiang Sinian still didn't believe it: "Impossible! My father is so stubborn that he would rather die on his own bed. How could he go back to Beijing with us?"

Lin Wanxia thought about it and told Jiang Sinian the truth: "Because he said he had a terminal illness."

Now the villagers don't have much of a concept of cancer. To be precise, they don't know what cancer is, so they call cancer a terminal illness.

In the eyes of ordinary people, an incurable disease is a terminal illness.

Jiang Sinian stopped, and the surprise on his face was quickly replaced by grief, "I haven't had time to be filial to him yet!"

Lin Wanxia walked back, handed Yueyue to Xingxing, and motioned him to get in the car first.

Holding Jiang Sinian in her arms, she said, "I didn't tell you that I had an appointment with the old man. But I must tell you when I return to Beijing. I have been observing the old man during this period of time. He may have some tracheal problems. He only heard from the village doctor that it is a terminal illness. No one knows whether it is true or not. So I plan to take him to Beijing for a check-up.

If he is sick, the medical resources in Beijing are better. If he is not sick, just treat it as a trip."

Jiang Sinian hugged Lin Wanxia back, "Wife, you are so kind!"

On the way home, Jiang Sinian kept talking about how good Jiang's father was to him.

It is true that Jiang's father is very strict and it is also true that he favors boys over girls.

Maybe the third sister, the second sister and Xiaoliu have a lot of grievances in their hearts.

But as a favored boy, Jiang Sinian truly feels the goodness of Jiang's father.

At the very least, as a father, he raised him.

Jiang Sinian didn't shed a single tear until he put the child to sleep, took a bath and went to bed.

He even spoke very little later.

Jiang Sinian lay straight on the bed without moving, and he didn't know what was going on in his mind.

Lin Wanxia moved closer to him, rested her slender arms on his thin waist, and rested her head on his shoulder, "Jiang Sinian."

"Yeah."

"It's too early to be pessimistic now."

"I know, I just can't accept it."

Lin Wanxia turned sideways and hugged Jiang Sinian, "How about, you cry for a while first?"

Jiang Sinian laughed lightly, with some helplessness in his laughter, "Not really. It's just..."

He sorted out his words, "Maybe it's because I left home early. In my heart and eyes, my dad is still the man who can carry me on his shoulders and run. I can serve in the army with peace of mind because I know that with my dad around, this family will be fine.

But you said..."

He paused, then spoke again, his voice a little hoarse, "I don't know how to say it... I'm not ready yet!"

"I know." Lin Wanxia propped up her head and kissed him on the face. "Although I can't empathize with you, I understand what you mean."

People nowadays have children early, and the oldest one is only about 20 years older than his parents.

For example, in the Jiang family, Jiang Sinian's eldest brother is almost 40 years old, and Jiang's father is not yet 60 years old, so there is a 20-year age difference between them.

But before Lin Wanxia traveled through the book, a 30-year age difference between parents and children was normal.

Many people have just entered society, and the clarity in their eyes has not been polluted by society, but they find that the "big tree" that has always protected them from wind and rain begins to shake and fall.

Parents who think they can do everything begin to not understand what they say, begin to be submissive in front of them, and begin to take medicine like vitamins.

He got sick more and more frequently, lying on the narrow bed in the hospital, as he used to be, at a loss.

Jiang Sinian said nothing, but turned over and hugged Lin Wanxia, ​​burying his head in her shoulder.

Lin Wanxia patted Jiang Sinian on the back, just like she did when she coaxed Xingxing, "It's okay. Haven't you checked it out yet?"

The village doctor was not even a Chinese medicine doctor. To be honest, he was at best an experienced nurse. He

had a lot of clinical experience and was experienced.

Jiang Sinian did not move.

After a long time, Lin Wanxia felt some warmth in the hollow of his shoulder.

Lin Wanxia paused in patting Jiang Sinian's back, then continued.

That night, Lin Wanxia had a dream.

It had been four years since she traveled through the book, and this was the first time she dreamed about the past.

She dreamed of her father and mother.

Before she traveled through the book, Lin Wanxia did not live with her parents.

She dreamed that she had returned to her parents' home.

Her mother had retired, but her father had not.

Her mother was a housewife at home and had a little corgi.

Her father liked flowers and plants, and the balcony was green.

It was still morning in the dream.

Her father got up and found that her mother had already packed herself up and was carrying her shopping basket to go out.

"What are you doing up so early?" her father asked.

"Didn't your daughter say she would be back tomorrow? I'll go buy some food in advance."

"Oh, right! Tomorrow is a holiday, but we can't go now, right? It's hot now, and the food won't be fresh after a day."

Mom thought for a while and nodded, "You're right! Then I'll go tomorrow morning. I'll go cook for you."

"Forget it, I'll go to the office to eat something! I'll take a day off tomorrow, and we'll go buy food together."

"Okay!" Mom smiled and sent Dad out to work.

Lin Wanxia stared blankly at this dream that was related to her and yet unrelated. She

was half conscious and half confused.

She was conscious because she knew she was dreaming, but she couldn't wake up. She

was confused because it was so real!

She could even see every white hair on her mother's head.

The half of my conscious mind thought that before I crossed into the book, I seemed to have called my mother and told her that I would go home during the holidays.

That night, I fell asleep while reading a novel and ended up here.

Could it be...

Lin Wanxia had just started to wonder, and the scene in front of her changed instantly, and she was standing in her own room.

It was the house where she had just paid off her mortgage before she traveled through time.

She was lying on her side on a 1.8-meter-tall bed, holding her cell phone in her hand, the screen was still on, and it happened to be the novel she was in.

She felt very torn apart.

So torn that Lin Wanxia didn't know which was a dream and which was reality.

Until Lin Wanxia glanced at the time on the phone screen.

The time didn't move!!!

The time would be displayed in the upper right corner of the phone screen.

One minute was not a long time.

But when Lin Wanxia counted to two hundred, the last digit of the time still didn't jump.

But Lin Wanxia's heart began to beat wildly, and a bold and incredible idea arose.

Is it true that although she traveled to the book and lived the time of the characters in the book, she was still in a dream in the real world.

Her life here was just a dream of her in reality?

As this thought became stronger and stronger, the scene in front of her became unreal, and then it went black.

The violent feeling of falling made Lin Wanxia scream and struggled desperately.

"Wife?"

"Wife?"

"Xia Xia."

"Xia Xia."

"..."

The overlapping calls made Lin Wanxia sober up.

She opened her eyes and met Jiang Sinian's worried black eyes.

The dim light gave his resolute face a layer of warm light.