I fell through the tunnel and brought my family to live a good life

The moonlight was like water, silently falling on the quaint window lattice. The silvery moonlight shone through the cracks in the window lattice, illuminating Shen Xiao's angular face, outlining a layer of mysterious and deep light and shadow for his resolute outline. Shen Xiao lay quietly on the bed, his brows furrowed, as if being pulled by some invisible force, deep into the depths of his dream.

In his dream, Shen Xiao came to a garden full of flowers. The spring breeze was warm and the sun was shining. Every blade of grass and tree around him felt particularly familiar. He took a few steps forward, but he couldn't get out of the garden. Suddenly, he saw a family of three in front of him. He could only vaguely see their backs, but couldn't help but quicken his pace to follow them. The little boy was walking in the middle. He heard the boy's father's hearty laughter and his mother's gentle voice. The little boy was jumping up and down, and his father and mother held his little hand and strolled along the path in the garden.

He was about to go forward to see who it was when a breeze blew and a colorful kite floated in the sky. Against the backdrop of the blue sky and white clouds, the kite looked like a bird flying freely. The little boy was immediately attracted. He excitedly broke free from his parents' hands and ran towards the kite. Shen Xiao couldn't help but walk towards the kite. When he got closer, he was surprised to find that the one flying the kite was actually himself when he was a child, with an innocent face and such a bright smile. The young man and woman next to him were actually his father and mother.

"Daddy! Mommy!" Shen Xiao wanted to join them, but he found himself as if blocked by an invisible barrier and could only stand aside. He shouted desperately, but no one could hear him.

Shen Xiao already knew that this was a dream, but he was reluctant to wake up and watch his younger self running and jumping.

When the little boy was tired of playing, the young woman waved to him to come back and rest. She gently wiped the sweat from the boy's head with her handkerchief.

"Xiao'er, mother has good news for you," the young woman said, touching her son's furry hair.

"I know! I know! Will I have a younger brother or sister?" The little boy looked expectant.

The young woman and her husband smiled at each other, and the man bent down and picked up the boy, "Yes! Our Xiao'er is going to have a brother or sister! Xiao'er will be able to see them in a while. How is it, Xiao'er, is he happy?"

The little boy clapped his hands, "Happy! I want a little sister!"

The young woman touched her belly and said, "Mom also hopes it's a sister." At that time, her mother's belly was already slightly bulging, and she gently stroked it, her eyes full of expectation. Shen Xiao knew that his sister was being born in his mother's belly, and he looked forward to the birth of his sister every day.

Shen Xiao reached out his hand, wanting to touch his mother's belly, but when he reached out his hand, he touched nothing. He lowered his head in frustration, and when he raised his head again, he found himself standing in his father's study.

In front of the large desk in the study was his father. He seemed to be able to smell the faint scent of ink in the study. The young him moved a small stool and snuggled up to his father. His father picked up a brush, dipped it in ink, and gently waved it on the rice paper. One by one, neat Chinese characters appeared on the paper. The young him opened his eyes wide and watched his father's every move curiously. Shen Xiao remembered that this was when he just learned to write! Little Shen Xiao imitated his father and also picked up the brush to scribble on the paper. At first, his words were crooked, like little earthworms, but his father never despised him. He always patiently corrected his strokes and told him the meaning of each word and the story behind it.

In this study, his father often taught him to read ancient poems, and those unfamiliar words and sentences suddenly became vivid in his father's mouth. Shen Xiao followed his father's rhythm, shaking his head and reciting. Although he didn't quite understand the deep meaning of the poems, the rhythm and beauty were deeply imprinted in his heart.

He closed his eyes, trying to hold back his tears. When he opened them again, he saw his father and mother standing opposite him, looking at him with loving eyes. He was overjoyed and wanted to open his arms to hug them. But at this moment, the scene in the dream suddenly became gloomy and terrifying. The originally bright sunshine was obscured by thick dark clouds, and the flowers in the garden seemed to wither in an instant. A murderous atmosphere spread, making people shudder.

Shen Xiao looked at everything in front of him in horror, and saw the figures of his father and mother dissipating in the blood mist. His mother's eyes were full of fear and despair, and her hands tightly protected her bulging belly, as if protecting the life that had not yet been born. Shen Xiao's heart was like a knife. He wanted to rush over and protect his mother and sister, but his body seemed to be fixed and unable to move. Then, he saw his father being stabbed in the abdomen by the man with a dagger. His father fought hard, but eventually fell in a pool of blood. Before he died, his father used his body to block the bookshelf. In the secret room behind the bookshelf, little Shen Xiao was sleeping soundly.

The bloody scene haunted him like a nightmare, and he couldn't break free. This time, he once again saw his parents lying in a pool of blood, and saw their helpless and desperate eyes. Yes, they had never closed their eyes. At that moment, his heart seemed to be torn apart, and the pain was unbearable.

Until finally, Shen Xiao suddenly woke up. He sat on the bed, breathing heavily, his clothes soaked with sweat. His heartbeat was as frantic as a drum, as if he had just experienced a life-and-death catastrophe.

What you think about during the day you will dream about at night. Shen Xiao thought that maybe he was infected by the warm atmosphere of the Xu family today. He couldn't help but think of his childhood, so he dreamed of his parents.

Fortunately, he did not wake up the two brothers of the Xu family who were sleeping beside him, and Shen Xiao lay down again. The beautiful memories of that childhood have become out of reach, and the tragic death of his parents is an eternal pain in his heart. He knows that he can never go back to that carefree time, and the road ahead will be full of thorns and bumps.

He closed his eyes, tears quietly slid down and wet the pillowcase.