Zhou Ze had a dream,
this time,
it was not hell,
but a simple dream,
simple enough,
a little monotonous.
In the dream,
he sat by a small dock made of wooden stakes,
beside him, a few aunties were washing clothes and vegetables,
behind him,
there were many children chasing and playing,
he held a fishing rod,
the bait was thrown into the river,
he sat there quietly with his bamboo hat on.
The weather was clear, and the sun was shining brightly, but it was not very sunny. The wind in the valley blew comfortably.
Then,
in the whole dream,
he sat all the time,
fishing,
fishing,
or fishing,
when he woke up from the dream,
he still did not catch a single fish.
After he woke up,
Zhou Ze heaved a long sigh of relief,
yingying was playing games with her back to him and didn't notice that he had woken up.
She opened her eyes,