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Chapter 112 Picky and Dislikes Trouble
Jian Ning, who doesn't have a mother, doesn't really understand Xiao Heqi's intense feelings for his mother.

But if it were her grandfather, she would understand.

For many years after her grandfather passed away, she would often see him in her dreams.

In her dream, she was still in her hometown. Her grandfather was lying on a bamboo recliner, and she was sitting on a small stool next to him. Her grandfather used a palm-leaf fan to fan himself and then to fan her.

Even in her dreams, Jian Ning seemed to feel the scorching heat of summer, the annoyance of mosquitoes, and the cool breeze from her grandfather's palm-leaf fan.

Jian Ning didn't know whether the gods would have a change of heart.

She reached up and touched the red string around her neck, then took the pendant out of her collar.

Because of her body temperature, the jade Guanyin was warm to the touch.

Just like in the dead of winter, she would play in the snow with her friends and then run back to warm herself by the fire.

Grandpa, standing in front of the fire, would grab her little hand, hold it with both of his, and pull her closer to the fire, where she would feel just as warm.
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Xiao Heqi opened his eyes groggily and saw a hospital bed in the distance.

Grandpa stood in front of the hospital bed and said, "If he really can't be saved, then let him come back."

He ran a few steps forward, but the scene before him suddenly shattered like fragments.

The next second, he saw his mother place longevity noodles on the table.

"Heqi, come and eat."

Xiao Heqi's eyes instantly welled up with tears, and he called out, "Mom."

His mother reached out and wiped away his tears. "Why are you crying? Today is your birthday, such a wonderful day. Come and try the noodles I made, isn't it delicious?"

Xiao Heqi picked up his chopsticks and tasted a mouthful of noodles; it tasted exactly like he remembered.

He couldn't even tell whether it was reality or a dream.

After he finished eating the noodles, his mother cupped his face, kissed his forehead, and said in a slightly hoarse voice, "My Heqi, you must live a long and healthy life."

As she let go, Xiao Heqi grabbed her sleeve.

"Mom, don't leave me, please don't."

His mother smiled, stroked his head and said, "Silly child, what nonsense are you talking about? Mom will never leave you."

Xiao Heqi felt a stinging sensation in his nose, and his eyes welled up with tears. As soon as he closed his eyes, large teardrops rolled down his cheeks.

When I opened my eyes again, the scene before me had changed once more.

In the pitch-black room, the man grabbed the mother by the neck.

He demanded sharply, "You already know that it was me, not my brother, who saved you back then. You repaid the wrong person. Now that my brother is dead, what's wrong with you following me?"
From the moment I came back, you knew I wasn't my brother, so you pretended to be sick for years and secretly collected a lot of evidence, hoping to bring me down in one fell swoop, right?

"That's wishful thinking! Since you believe I'll never be as good as my brother, then you might as well die!"

The mother struggled desperately.

The man said coldly, "Stop struggling, unless you want that short-lived bastard to be buried with you. If you die, I'll be kind enough to spare his life."

Xiao Heqi tried to rush over, but there was an invisible barrier in the space that he couldn't break through no matter what he did.

He roared at the top of his lungs, "Let go of my mother! Let her go!"

But it seemed like no one could hear them.

He could only watch it all happen.

Only when his mother stopped moving did the man shake his hand and leave the room.

The barrier in front of Xiao Heqi disappeared, and he rushed over to hug his mother.

His mother reached out and wiped away his tears, saying softly, "Heqi, don't let hatred torment you. My greatest wish is for you to live a healthy and happy life. My Heqi, you will live to be a hundred years old."
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Jian Ning's spiritual power condensed into purple light threads.

The threads of light wove into a net around Xiao Heqi's body. At this moment, the light rays receded one by one, the scene resembling the unraveling of yarn.

The "Dream Sutra" rewarded by the quest has a basic effect: it allows you to use the illusion techniques you've cultivated to penetrate the opponent's mind and create various illusions.

But hallucinations are not fabricated out of thin air.

Jian Ning did not deliberately try to control the other party; she simply created a dream for them.

The content of a dream is formed by what the other person is thinking and contemplating.

In other words, the entire content of Xiao Heqi's dream is a dream formed by his own encounters, hearing, and the image associations he made.

Only the last sentence was added by Jian Ning on her own initiative.

That was fair, Xiao Heqi called her "Mom".

As the grand illusion ended, Jian Ning looked out the window; dawn was breaking. She left the room, carefully closed the door, and checked the time on her phone—it was already six in the morning.

Jian Ning went to the kitchen, cooked a pot of millet porridge in the rice cooker, and then went out.

When Xiao Heqi woke up, his head didn't hurt.

I was exhausted after having a dream all night.

He felt a little thirsty, so he got up to go outside to get some water and saw a sticky note stuck to him not far away.

Xiao Heqi walked over, picked up the sticky note and took a look.

The above is in running script, with free and elegant strokes.

There's porridge in the rice cooker; feel free to have some if you want.

Xiao Heqi opened the rice cooker, and a wisp of steam rose out, the delicate aroma of millet porridge filling the air. He hadn't felt hungry before, but the smell made his stomach ache.

He subconsciously looked around the entire room.

Jian Ning wasn't there; she must have already left. A sense of emptiness washed over me.

Xiao Heqi scooped up a bowl of millet porridge and sat down on the sofa to drink it.

I had just finished my porridge when I suddenly heard the sound of a door opening.

He turned around and saw Jian Ning.

Jian Ning was dressed in casual clothes, her long black hair was tied up in a high ponytail, and she was carrying a plastic bag.

"You're awake. I figured it was the weekend, so you probably weren't working. I went out and bought some groceries. How about we have lunch together? I still owe you a meal."

Jian Ning has one flaw.

Once I think about owing someone something and not paying it back, I keep worrying about it and feel anxious to pay it back immediately.

Xiao Heqi rarely felt such a strong sense of life in others.

He was stunned for a moment, and after a long while, he finally said, "Okay."

While Jian Ning was making lunch, Xiao Heqi sat on the balcony, watching from afar through a pane of glass.

Her chopping movements were swift and efficient. Sometimes, stray hairs would fall across her eyes, so she would tuck them behind her ears with the back of her hand.

The house, with its cool tones, seemed to warm up because of her arrival.

Xiao Heqi pressed his hand against his wildly beating heart, stood up, and walked towards the kitchen.

Jian Ning turned around to look for garlic, saw him, and asked, "Why did you come here?"

"I..." Xiao Heqi swallowed the words that were lingering on his tongue, and instead asked, "Do you need my help?"

Jian Ning: "Okay, you wash the vegetables."

She hates washing vegetables the most; she has to wash each leaf individually, otherwise she always feels they're not clean enough.

Occasionally picky, yet finds it troublesome.

Jian Ning is that kind of person.

Xiao Heqi was washing vegetables on the side, glancing back at the busy Jian Ning from time to time.

My father loved my mother very much, but after he died in a car accident, he was no longer able to protect her.

Xiao Heqi thought:

If you truly love someone, you shouldn't let her step into the Xiao family's den of dragons and tigers, where danger could strike at any moment.

We should watch her from a distance and let her continue being herself.

Jian Ning turned around to ask him if he had washed the vegetables, and her eyes met his.

"what happened?"

Xiao Heqi instinctively looked away, afraid that his hidden feelings would be discovered. "It's nothing."

Seeing his guilty look, Jian Ning tentatively asked, "You remembered?"

Xiao Heqi asked, "What?"

Jian Ning said, "You called me 'Mom' yesterday."

Xiao Heqi: "..."

(End of this chapter)