Um?

The man was stunned when he saw the open book on the bed.

That's a travelogue.

On the open page are photos of local scenery.

He remembered that he had indeed seen this place before.

But, this photo...

The man thought of the dream he had just had.

...

"dad."

A girl came in and said, "Mom, why don't you come to eat?"

"Come right away."

The woman turned to the girl and smiled, then looked at the man again, "Dad, did you find the thing?"

"What's missing?"

"If you don't need anything important, just look for it after you eat."

...

"Ah, Dad, what are you looking for?"

The girl also walked to the bed.

"I found it, it's this book."

The man closed the open book and waved it at the mother and daughter.

...

"It's a book."

The woman had no doubt that he was there and smiled, "It's good that I found him."

"Let's go."

The woman supported the man and walked slowly towards the restaurant, "I made your favorite braised pig's trotters today."

“There are also kung pao chicken and fish-flavored shredded pork.”

The girl quickly walked a few steps and opened the front door, "It smells very good."

The man smiled and narrowed his eyes, "Your mother's craftsmanship is not something you can boast of."

He suppressed the doubts in his heart and did not tell anything about the little guy.

He thought that the little guy had probably gone home.

Just as it suddenly appeared in front of him and he didn't know how it entered his room, he also didn't know how this little guy with amazing spirituality left?

However, he is such a smart little guy after all. He should have returned home safely now, right?

...

Perhaps it was because he had a sweet dream that put him in a good mood, but it was rare for a man to have a good appetite.

The corners of the woman's mouth curved upward.

"Dad, what sweet dream did you have?"

"Sweet dream?"

The girl is confused.

"Well, your father had a sweet dream when he went to bed in the afternoon."

The woman explained, "So you see, dad is in a good mood."

"Um."

The girl nodded happily, "It would be great if daddy had sweet dreams every day."

"Little greedy devil."

The man laughed, "How can anyone have sweet dreams every day?"

The girl pursed her lips and said, "...Not necessarily."

Before the man could speak, the girl laughed again, "Dad, what sweet dream did you have?"

…

"Can not remember."

The man smiled.

If he said that he dreamed of having a good time in a place he had always wanted to go, they would be worried about him.

During this time, even though he tried to act normal and open-minded about his premature death, they still treated him with some caution.

"I just feel very happy."

Thinking of the swimming in his dream, he couldn't help but reveal a happy smile on his face.

The dream was so real that he really felt like he was experiencing it personally.

If his previous vision was realized in this way...he thought, he would be willing to accept it.

So what about dreams?

If it weren't for the dream, he wouldn't even be able to deceive himself into realizing his wish.

…

"Why?"

The girl was a little disappointed, "Will sweet dreams be like this?"

"I had a similar nightmare before."

"I felt very palpitated when I woke up, but I couldn't remember what nightmare I had."

"The nightmare is over."

"No, this is the best nightmare."

"But if I forget my sweet dreams, I always feel a little regretful."

Moreover, the girl originally wanted to see if there was anything she could do to make her father continue to have sweet dreams through the content of her father’s dreams.

She wants her father to be so happy all the time.

…

The man returned to his room.

After he fell ill, he stayed in the guest room alone.

The rooms are very good.

Not as big as the master bedroom.

He doesn't feel too empty when he is alone.

…

The bedside lamp emits a soft halo, glowing with a light yellow color.

He doesn't like to turn on the headlights, they are too bright.

The quiet environment reminded him of his previous dream and the previous little guest.

"Coffee-coffee?"

He learned to remember the little one's cry.

Is this the sound of a fox?

like-

"Coffee~"

The sudden crisp cry made the man stunned for a moment before he stood up and sat down.

The violent movement made him feel dizzy for a while.

He put his hand on his forehead and quickly searched for the source of the sound.

Then, he saw the little guy squatting on the edge of the bed.

He opened his mouth, and it took him a long time to make a sound, "...little guy, you didn't leave?"

"Coffee~"

The peacock blue pheasant tilted its head, it was always there.
To be continued...