Chapter 207 Nightmare
The old man's voice was not loud, but it sounded like a thunderclap in Cheng Ling's ears.
Cheng Ling's mind was blank.
She was like a drowning person, struggling desperately on the sea, but unable to catch anything.
This was the deepest secret in her heart.
Why did Old Man Cheng know! ?
Since he knew...
Cheng Ling's eyes suddenly changed.
A strong murderous aura filled the ancient temple.
But in a moment, the murderous aura disappeared into thin air.
Old Man Cheng took in all her emotional changes.
"Your murderous intention is gone so quickly?"
He said.
"Is it because you have developed feelings for the old and young in our Cheng family?"
Cheng Ling's shoulders suddenly relaxed, and she put the backpack on her back on the ground - the backpack contained the vegetarian snacks she steamed for Old Man Cheng.
Flower rolls, bean buns, mushroom buns, and baked steamed buns.
When steaming these things, Cheng Ling didn't know that this old man would bring such a shock to her.
She looked straight into Old Master Cheng's eyes: "What are you going to do?"
Dad, mom, brother, sister, if they knew the truth...
Just thinking about it for a while, she felt the despair and pain of stepping on the edge of an abyss.
"The bag is a gift for me, why don't you plan to give it to me?" Old Master Cheng did not answer her question, "I heard from your dad and your mom that your cooking is delicious. I'm looking forward to it."
Cheng Ling couldn't figure out the old man's mind.
So she didn't try to figure it out.
She opened her schoolbag, took out the exquisite packaging box, and handed it over.
Old Master Cheng took the food box, sat cross-legged on the futon, raised his chin and pointed at another futon on the ground, "You sit too."
Cheng Ling pulled out the futon as he said and sat down.
The two were only one meter apart.
Old Master Cheng took out a piece of exquisite white bean paste bun and looked at Cheng Ling, "You are 28 years old this year, right?"
Cheng Ling's hair stood on end.
——Only she and her adoptive father knew her real age.
Cheng Ling almost tried her best to suppress her voice and answered, "Yes."
Old Master Cheng ignored Cheng Ling and took a bite of bean curd. His eyes widened and he nodded repeatedly in approval.
After swallowing the bean curd in his mouth, he asked again, "How did you die?"
"Betrayal. Shot."
Old Master Cheng put down the bean curd and looked over. Pity and compassion appeared on his face: "Does it hurt?"
Does it hurt?
Cheng Ling almost collapsed.
She had to bite the tip of her tongue hard, and her mouth was instantly filled with blood. Only then did she suppress the rolling tears.
It hurt too much.
Old Master Cheng reached out and patted Cheng Ling on the shoulder, "You have been wronged. With me here, no one will want to give you any grievances."
Cheng Ling stood up suddenly, "Grandpa... Old Master Cheng, you clearly know that I am not... not her, why do you say that!"
She was like a person who had suffered all kinds of grievances and hardships, and suddenly someone patted her head, cared for her and cared for her, but she couldn't stand it.
This feeling of being cared for, which would stop at any time, was like drinking poison to quench thirst for her.
She was both eager and resistant.
Old Master Cheng patted the futon, "Child, sit down."
Cheng Ling stiffened his neck and didn't move.
"Do you want to know how I know that you are a soul that has traveled through time?"
Cheng Ling loosened up.
"Then sit down and chat with grandpa. Today's incident is only known to you, me, heaven, and earth."
Cheng Ling suppressed the sourness in her nose and slowly sat on the futon.
"It all started 22 years ago, when your mother was pregnant with her second child."
"During that time, I always had nightmares."
"In the dream, there was a monk, kneeling by a lake and crying."
"At first I didn't pay much attention to it. (Laughs) After all, when I was young, I was a complete atheist."
"My perspective in the dream was very strange. I must have been hiding behind a rock, secretly watching the monk crying."
"But one day, the dream changed. The monk found me."
"He stood up and walked towards where I was hiding."
"One step, then another."
"Every night, he got closer to me."
"I didn't dare to sleep."
"But as long as I fell asleep, even for only five minutes, I would dream. In the dream, he would come closer to me."
"Finally, he finally stood in front of me. I didn't dare to sleep anymore. I hid in the company to work overtime."
"I remember it very clearly. It was a night with heavy rain. I was holding on to sleepiness and sitting in the top floor office of the group to work. I was too sleepy, so I stood up and stretched my muscles. For some reason, I looked downstairs in the pouring rain. "
"Under the street lamp, there stood a bald monk in tattered clothes. "
"He was looking straight up at me. "
"His mouth moved, and I miraculously heard his voice. "
"He said: I finally found you. "