Yunyi Zhehuan

The big white fox kept running with me on its back, and the light spots swayed from nowhere like fluffy grass.

Although I was curious and wanted to touch it, I couldn't free my hand. Apart from grabbing the long fox fur to stabilize my body, I also dragged a handsome man dressed in ancient costume.

Speaking of handsome seems to have buried him, it's so good to see the existence of a man who is astonishing as heaven.

"Stop, stop quickly." The man frowned and shouted anxiously at the big fox.

But the fox couldn't hear it, there was no response and a pause at all.I kindly conveyed it to him.

"Big fox, stop quickly. The man next to me said that if you continue running, you will die."

The fox shook his ears, and suddenly threw us out. The sudden turn of events caught people off guard, his eyes went dark, and he couldn't breathe.

A pair of big hands fished me out, and my dad looked nervous:

"Yang Yang, are you okay?"

"Ahem," I spit out a mouthful of water, and the corner of my eyes turned to a swimming pool, like adults and children cooking dumplings.

He stared at the thin figure printed on the white tiles in surprise, feeling a little strange to himself.

But isn’t that what dreams are like, out-of-body, illogical, horrifying, absurd and beautiful.

I know I am dreaming, but I am a little addicted to it. Why is the dream still accompanied by a lingering sense of suffocation even after reaching the second half?

I pushed away the clothes covering my face and sat up suddenly, no wonder I couldn't breathe.

"Feng Ting, what the fuck is murder? I'm going to fire you, how could you wake me up like that!"

It's a pity that my assistant is thick-skinned and thick-skinned. He only looks at the results when he does things, regardless of the process.Now that she woke me up, she retired, ignored me, closed the door and left.

Looking at the matching set of clothes, I wailed, got back under the quilt but couldn't fall asleep.

The soft and generous back of the fox in the dream always brings me a sense of peace of mind at home, and there is such a beautiful man by my side, which is pleasing to the eye.I can't help but think back to the scene in the dream, in fact, I will have the same dream every once in a while.As the number of times increased, some details became clearer and clearer. It seemed that I heard the person say "nine-tailed fox" or something.

Dreams that are too real and repeated over and over again bring a lingering weird feeling.

The phone rang, and it belonged to Sister SASA.The mind of being lazy is still there, but this is work, and it is difficult to ride a tiger.As an artist, it is lonely and unbearable when you don’t have a job. Once you become popular, you can’t get off the horse.

"Thanks for your hard work. We have to meet with Director Zhang at noon. All the acting skills that come out of his hands are explosive. So, put away your madness and perform well."

He responded repeatedly and hung up the phone.I struggled to get up, washed my face with cold water and woke up.

The face in the mirror is impeccable. Of course, Heizi will always find fault with the eggs. People who have not even trimmed their eyebrows can be suspected of plastic surgery.

They are just jealous, what makes them jealous is not only my appearance, but also my smooth acting career: the 17-year-old talent show became a hit, and the album was still a big hit when I sang badly; Small productions also attract fans, and have accumulated a large mass base; when the time comes, the hot IP male lead will come to your door, and the movie of the same name will be filmed together, and it will successfully enter the big screen. Even if the acting skills are ridiculed by the crowd, they are still popular My legs are weak, and my hands are cramped when counting money.

Except for the accidental drowning accident when I was seven years old, I seem to have encountered no accidents in my life, like a train running on the track, with amazing intuition about the way ahead, and never doubting my own decision.

It's a pity that my proud appearance and smooth sailing came to an abrupt end when I met someone. Sister SASA didn't tell me that there are other people who came to interview the male number one today.

After greeting the director, I looked at the competitor with provocative eyes.

The other party smiled at me like a spring breeze, "Hello, I'm Chu Zhonghe."

If there is anything in life that is beyond my expectation, it is that the man in the dream who looks like a god is sitting in front of me right now.

My lips and tongue were dry, I licked the corner of my mouth, and asked him in a whisper, "Hi, have you ever seen a huge white fox?"

The author has something to say:

The first volume of "Wisher of Clouds" is over.

The next volume, the male god is in charge.

Many past events will find answers in the past.