I listened to my sister's words today.

Jiang Ling stood aside, her eyes falling on the can of applesauce on the shelf, and an idea came to her mind.

The jar of applesauce appeared in her hands without warning.

Jiang Ling was stunned for a moment. It turned out that this space could also obey her commands.

Turning to look at the potato chips in Yun Yiru's hand, an idea suddenly came to his mind.

Yun Yiru looked at her sister suspiciously, then reluctantly grabbed a few more slices and stuffed them all into her mouth.

This time, the chips crunched in her mouth, making a satisfying sound.

"Delicious!" Yun Yiruo muttered in admiration while chewing, completely unaware of the smile on Jiang Ling's lips.

After a while, Yun Yiru's eyes fell on another bag of spicy strips.

He opened the package and excitedly grabbed a handful and put it in his mouth.

However, when the teeth clenched, there was nothing but emptiness, not even a trace of the spicy strips.

Yun Yiruo stamped her feet in anger.

Jiang Ling looked at this scene, smiled gently, sat on the lounge chair outside the wooden house, and leisurely enjoyed the peaceful scenery around her.

At the same time, her mind was constantly testing the boundaries and rules of this space.

Yun Yiruo, not willing to be outdone, searched among the shelves.

Open the potato chips, biscuits, chocolate, jelly... no matter whether it is sweet, salty or spicy, it all disappears the moment it enters your mouth.

"Ahhh!"

Yun Yiruo was so angry that she jumped up and down and suddenly shouted.

As her anger erupted, the supermarket began to collapse, shelves collapsed one after another, and snacks exploded into colorful fragments in the air.

Finally, the entire space turned into nothingness and dissipated like a dream.

Jiang Ling looked down at the still intact applesauce in her hand, a meaningful smile appearing on the corner of her mouth.

After sitting on the recliner for a while, Jiang Ling's eyes were always fixed on the angry little guy.

The little guy pouted, frowned, held his hands in front of his chest, and shook his legs restlessly.

That look was both pitiful and cute, causing Jiang Ling to chuckle.

After a while, seeing that the anger on Yun Yiruo's face had subsided a little, Jiang Ling slowly stood up and walked over with brisk steps.

He squatted beside her and said gently, "If you can't eat it, then don't eat it. Why get so angry?"

"Didn't you say yesterday that you wanted to go back?"

"How about this, let's take a nap and go back when we wake up, okay?"

Hearing this, the stubbornness in Yun Yiru's eyes seemed to loosen a little.

In fact, she was indeed a little tired.

At dawn, she was pulled out of bed by her sister. After eating a few bites of breakfast, she ran up and down the laboratory building for most of the day and was already so sleepy that she was yawning.

But her stubborn nature made her unwilling to compromise easily, and she was very reluctant to do so when she heard Jiang Ling's gentle proposal.

Finally, he nodded reluctantly.

Jiang Ling smiled and touched her little head, took her soft little hand, and took her out of the space and back to the room.

The sunlight in the room shone through the gaps in the curtains onto the floor, and the air was filled with a light woody fragrance.

Yun Yiru looked at the familiar bed, and the slight dissatisfaction in her heart gradually dissipated.

She climbed onto the bed with a pout and a hum, rolled around a little at first, and then threw herself into Jiang Ling's arms like a lazy kitten.

His hands climbed onto his sister's shoulders and he rubbed his head against hers, as if he was looking for the most comfortable position.

Jiang Ling smiled and gently patted her back. The warmth and rhythm of her palms were like a lullaby. Not long after, Yun Yiru fell into a deep sleep.

Her little face was buried in Jiang Ling's chest, her breathing was even, with a little bit of light snoring, as if she was enjoying this warmth and peace even in her dreams.

Looking at the little guy sleeping in his arms, a gentle smile appeared in Jiang Ling's eyes.

The warmth in the arms brings peace of mind, gently caressing the hair that has a faint scent of milk.

He carefully turned sideways, as if guarding a rare treasure, and adjusted his posture to be more comfortable, for fear of disturbing the sleeping little one in his arms.

I closed my eyes, my breathing gradually slowed down, and sleepiness quietly came over me in the moment of tranquility.

But this brief calm did not last long.

Yun Yiruo suddenly let out an inaudible whimper, and then tears welled up in the corners of her eyes, sliding across her little face and wetting Jiang Ling's clothes.

Although the crying was not loud, it was like a thunder that shattered the tranquility in the room and woke up Jiang Ling who had just fallen into a light sleep.

He sat up almost instinctively, his hands already gently patting Yun Yiru's back, again and again, gently but with silent comfort.

In the first few days, Jiang Ling thought the little guy was having a nightmare.

The slightly furrowed brows, the tightly closed mouth, and the trembling eyelashes all looked like she was struggling to escape from a nightmare.

I watched with heartache, but was powerless to do anything. I could only pat his back and coax him in the most primitive way.

However, subsequent examinations revealed that the abnormal sleep reaction was caused by the fact that the nervous system was not yet fully developed.

Fortunately, there should be some improvement if some neuromodulatory drugs are used in the later stage.

Fortunately, it only makes a noise once each time, and then I can fall asleep again.

Watching Yun Yiru gradually calm down, her crying slowly turned into a slight whimper, with tears still hanging in the corners of her eyes.

He wiped away her tears, adjusted his position, and hugged her tighter.

The lunch break passed in a flash.

When Jiang Ling woke up, the first thing she looked at was the little one in her arms.

The little guy is still sleeping soundly, with his small body curled up like a kitten sleeping peacefully.

He carefully placed her on the bed and placed cushions around her to ensure she wouldn't sleep in a mess like last time.

While Jiang Ling was packing her suitcase with her head down, she couldn't help but glance back at the little guy who was still sleeping.

Gently put down the clothes in your hands and slowly fold each item neatly.

The little guy was still curled up in bed, not woken up by these movements at all.

After packing the luggage, he resisted the urge to wake her up, pushed the luggage outside the door and handed it to the assistant, then returned to the room, bent down and picked up the little one.

The plane finally soared steadily in the sky, passing through the white clouds.

After several hours of flying, the little fellow suddenly opened his eyes as if awakened, his eyes twinkling, and he murmured to himself: "What a good poem! What a good poem!"

"How can my talent compare to Li Bai and Du Fu..."

As soon as he finished speaking, Yun Yiru hurriedly took out his mobile phone and recorded the poem he wrote in his dream with a serious face.

Jiang Ling widened her eyes and felt amused. How could he dream about anything? He could even create poems in his dreams?

Just when she was about to remind the baby to eat, she turned around to get the bottle, but unexpectedly, when she turned around as she was about to pick up the bottle, she found that the baby had lay back down and immersed himself in the world of dreams again.

Jiang Ling was also quite helpless. She put the bottle back into the insulated box, thinking that she would give it to her after she woke up. After all, the destination was still quite a long way away, and if she cried now, she would just make a fuss again.

No longer disturbing the little one's sleep, he gently picked up his phone and browsed work emails.

The tablet screen on the table lit up and she began to organize documents and arrange work.

Suddenly, the corner of her eye caught the poem on the little guy's phone screen, and she couldn't help but smile:

"Lotus flowers are floating in the lotus pond, and the male toad is hugging the female toad's waist.

"Up and down, floating in the wind, the male toad yells at the female toad."

Her brows furrowed immediately. What kind of poem is this? It just sounds like a dream talk.

He casually locked the phone screen, changed his expression, picked up the tablet and continued to deal with work matters.