Nan Shu's expression is very serious, and you rarely see such sincere expressions on adults' faces.

"Don't you believe what I said? Just like mom and dad?"

"How could it be? Of course we believe it! Auntie knows that you are a good child, and a good child will not lie." Wen Na bent down and said to Nan Shu.

"Mom and Dad don't believe it. They always say that I'm sick, and what I dream about and hear is fake."

"Then tell me what you dreamed of?"

"I dreamed that there was always an older brother accompanying me, cooking for me and sending me to school. In my dream, I also liked my older brother very much, but my older brother disappeared in the end. I kept searching for me in my dream... After waking up, I found that there was no older brother at all..."

"Then do you think the brother in the dream is real?" I asked Nanshu.

"Of course it's! Why isn't dreaming true?"

"Your parents gave birth to a child, but you dreamed that you had an older brother. The things in the dream were all imagined. That's because you want a brother to protect you too much~" Wen Na tried to enlighten Xiao Nanshu, but she didn't expect that Nanshu was unhappy.

"I dreamed of those things, and those things really happened in my dreams, and my brother really came to me! You look exactly the same as my brother in my dreams, but there is a different place..."

“Where is different?”

"There is a small birthmark on my brother's arm. I want to see if you have this birthmark as well."

Nan Shu said, and then he grabbed my hand and wanted to roll up my sleeves and take a look.

"Nanshu! You can't be rude!" The woman outside the tent walked in, and the father also came in with her this time.

Over the years, my habits have caused me to see that my father has a headache. When he is awake, he is either losing his temper or looking for wine. But now he is standing in the tent in an energetic position and standing in front of me. I feel that he is so burly...

"Dad...uh..."

I blurted out and soon realized that something was wrong...

"This is Nan Shu's father, right?" Wen Na asked the woman.

"Yes, yes, thank you for your hard work." He kept looking at me, "I think this young man looks very familiar. Have we seen him before?"

"Ah? Probably...no..."

"Dad, this is the brother I dreamed of!"

I scratched my head awkwardly...

Everyone had nothing to say, but they chatted about the current situation and life for a while. I have never seen my dad say so much. When he talked, he was organized and humorous. What happened in the space where I lived to make him look like that? Love and parting? Can't ask for it?

I don't feel anything about Nanshu's mother. She can't be my mother. I have only had a vague memory of my mother since I was a child, so blurred that I just remember a smell... It's a smell of hand cream, the most common kind, I often apply it to Nanshu, but as soon as I smell that smell, I will think of my mother, and I know it's her smell...

What’s even more strange is that there has never been a photo of my mother in our family, only some old objects, a mirror or a comb. My father accidentally mentioned it, and I realized that it was used by my mother. About our mother seemed to have been deliberately erased from my memory... I can remember what happened when I was in kindergarten, but I just can’t remember what happened when my mother died in the first grade...

We kept talking until we rang the bell outside. I knew that it was the prompt bell when distributing supplies. My father took Nanshu to apply for supplies. All they needed was food and drinking water. Only Wen Na and I were left in the tent, as well as Nanshu's mother.

"We understand the situation of the child," said Wenna.

"Is that what? What others say about stress disorder?"

"Well, there may be one thing, the changes around children are too big, which confuses dreams and reality for a while, bringing things in dreams into reality. This is something that happens from time to time in adults, so you don't have to worry too much."

"Hey... how can I not worry? Now we have nothing left. Nanshu is our only child and the only hope for our future life. I just want her to be fine... It's not sick or painful..." The woman said and began to wipe her tears...

"I understand your mood..."

"So, doctor, I beg you to find a way to cure Nanshu and stop letting her say anything about brother and dreams... She said once, my heart was like a knife cut..."

"Why?"

"I don't know either... Maybe I'm a little stressed too... I'm afraid I'll lose her..."

"Oh...well, then do you want to provide guidance slowly, or do you want me to give her a deep treatment and completely let her forget those strange dreams?"

"In-depth treatment! In-depth treatment! Let her stop being addicted to that dream... There are still many things to do after that, right? Isn't it all up to them in the future..."

"OK..."

"We're back~"

Nanshu was holding a paper bag with a lot of dry food in it, and his father was carrying two big buckets of water in his hand. When he came in, he said, "Oh, it's getting harder to get the water now. I've got these two buckets of water I used in the past three days... I must save some..."

"Nanshu, you can draw first, and your mother will talk to your uncle and aunt."

"He is not an uncle, he is my brother."

"Okay, okay, you go and draw first."

After sending Nanshu, the woman told her father about treatment, "How to treat it?" the father asked.

"I can give her a hypnotic treatment. If she is not greatly stimulated in her dream, such hypnotic treatment will be very effective once."

“Is it safe?”

"Don't worry about this, it must be safe. It's just to let her have another dream. In this dream, she will wake up and then she can tell what a dream is and what reality is."

"Oh~" Dad thought.

"Then when will we start?" "Tonight, let's do some preparations now."

The woman started cleaning and laying out the tent as Wen Na asked. We all retreated outside the tent and waited. Nanshu kept pestering me to play with her. She also drew a picture for me. She drew it in a pencil and did not color it, a big strawberry cake, and me and her.

When I saw this painting, my nose was sore and tears were about to flow down again. On the day when the alarm sounded, it was Nanshu's eighth birthday. The strawberry cake in the painting was the model she had been seeing outside the window...

"Are you okay?" Wenna sent a voice to me.

"I'm fine...what are you going to do?"

"I will enter her consciousness later, and then block all the memories about you. She will not remember you again, nor will she have those dreams."

"Is this the only way... Can't we stay in this time and space? Keep up with things that were not completed before?"

"The consequences of doing this are something we cannot bear, and it will cause a lot of confusion. Although the Yuanchu people have superpowers, they cannot interfere with the cause and effect of the world at will. No matter which world they are the same, they will be retribution. If you force yourself to stay here and want to integrate into the life of Zhongnanshu in this world, you will disrupt the life she should have. It is not only her who affects her, but also the people in her life and the people she will meet in the future. If you change too much, you will be out of control."

"I just want to be kind to her..."

"It's because you can't let go of your obsession, it's because Nan Shu can't forget it, it's because you don't want to forget it. Now she has the opportunity to start a new and happy life, so just let her live with peace of mind and pray for her silently... If you want to be good for her, just remember this fate of your brother and sister. When she encounters difficulties in the future, reach out to pull her. You are the brother, so it doesn't matter if you bear more."

"Okay..." I folded up the painting that Nan Shu gave me and put it in my close-fitting pocket, "Start..."

"You just don't go in and guard at the door and don't let anything else come in to interrupt our treatment."

The process was very painful for me. I knew that the moon was bright and the stars were rare, and Wen Na walked out of the tent again.

"How is it?" I quickly walked up to me and asked.

"Shhh...she fell asleep..."

Through the gap in the curtain, I saw Nan Shu sleeping soundly with her little fur ball toy holding her...

"Will she wake up and return to normal?"

"Yes, now, let's go."

"Hey... Stay"

It was Nanshu's mother who whispered, "We don't have anything to give to you now. You have helped us so much, I really don't know how to thank you..."

"Don't say that, this is what we should do."
Chapter completed!