After binding the investment system, I began to cultivate the empress

Li Mo's body trembled.

Li Dalong narrowed his eyes:

"Finally I caught you, you little brat! You're still trying to escape your father's sharp eyes. I felt something was wrong when I passed by this morning. Why are you in Xiao Bing'er's room?"

"Eh? Is this Bingtuozi's room? I went to the bathroom last night. Did I go to the wrong place?"

"?"

"When did he leave?"

Ying Bing sat up, feeling empty beside her. She looked at the room filled with morning light, which was so bright that it made it difficult to open her eyes.

It should be noon by now.

She knew that Li Mo had entered her dream last night.

In fact, she had already woken up when Li Mo drew her picture, but facing the vague beauty hidden in the dust, she subconsciously deceived herself.

Now the haziness in my memory has been erased, and everything in my dream appears vividly before my eyes.

He seriously lied to me and called me brother.

The disaster beast that came to the door ten years ago.

And there are the relieved and happy looks in the eyes of the parents when they disappear.

"Observe the six orifices of the spirit..."

Ying Bing discovered that his realm had improved, but he didn't seem to feel how ecstatic it was.

She sat down at the tea table, made a cup of tea in the sunshine, and quietly stared at herself in the tea.

Qingyue's almond-shaped eyes were a little red, with a hint of confusion.

Yourself.

Seems a little different?

In the past, her memories of childhood were very vague, but at this moment, those memories were vivid.

and.

The words spoken by the parents in the dream before the dream faded away clearly went beyond the scope of the dream...

A chaotic stream of thoughts flashed through her mind, but she couldn't figure out whether it was because she was reborn or because of something else.

After a while, Ying Bing picked up the teacup and took a sip.

The words her parents said in her dream came to her mind.

"Even dreams will eventually end, as long as it is a beautiful dream."

Ying Bing drank the tea, then returned to the bed and squatted down.

Under the bed, there was a box that she had forgotten about for a long time.

The box was covered in dust and was not locked.

"I remembered."

"I didn't spend every birthday alone before, at least... not when I was at the Li Mansion."

"A long time ago, I had a birthday present every time I had a birthday."

Snapped--

The box was opened, and the dust caused ripples in the dazzling sunlight.

Rag dolls...rattles...silver bells...all the items in there are things that little girls would like.

These lost beauties have been dyed with warm colors by the sun again after many years.

"He would give me one for every birthday when I was little."

Ying Bing lowered her eyes and softened her brows, making her face even more radiant.

......

And at the same time.

A three-court trial is being held in the Li family lobby!

Li Dalong sat at the dining table, holding a steamed bun in his hand and drinking a sip of winter melon and pork ribs soup. His serious face made him look like a master of clear soup.

Ms. Xueqin crossed her arms across her chest, a rare gesture for her gentle self, and looked at her precious son with a scrutinizing gaze.

“Gudong…”

The prisoner, Xiao Li, swallowed his saliva.

This kind of scene hasn't happened for a long time.

His parents were not strict in educating him. They adopted a happy upbringing and never suppressed his nature since he was a child. As a result, little Li had a childhood that was somewhat disliked by people and dogs.

It was a real mistake, like writing the Chinese character "正" on the teacher's face.

It was also his father Li Dalong who stepped forward at this time, spanked him, played the good guy, and then asked his mother to come over to comfort him for a while, and told him in a soft voice not to do it again next time.

The combination of good cop and bad cop, a big stick and sweet dates will teach people a lesson, and it will all be over.

The Li family rarely sees a couple playing doubles, and the number can be counted on one's fingers. The last time was when Li Mo was ten years old. He stole money from home to buy a pipe, wanting to try the taste of dry tobacco...

Snapped--

"Criminal!"

Comrade Dalong used the flower roll as a gavel, smashed it on the dining table, and said solemnly:

"You must plead guilty!"

"Dad, why is it like interrogating a criminal..."

"Be serious. I'm interrogating you. Don't call me dad. If what you did is true, there's a possibility that you'll be killed for the sake of justice!"