Cheng Chuci woke up suddenly, and the people around him were also woken up, and stood up and hugged him.
"Shen Ke, I'm dreaming again."
"What are you dreaming about?" The man gently stroked his back.
"I dreamed that no one in the world would listen to my music anymore, and you were gone. I suddenly felt so sad, so sad. I cut my wrists in the bathtub and wanted to die like this." Cheng Chuci's voice was very soft, and some cold tears ran across his cheeks and soaked into the man's clothes.
"Then you came back and took me out of the bathtub. You said, didn't you promise me to take good care of myself? What should I do if you die? You stroked my hair very gently, comforted me and told me to sleep, sleep. I don't want to sleep no matter what."
"Why don't you want to sleep?" The man whispered softly in his ear.
"I said, when I fell asleep, you would be gone when I woke up. You said, no, no, I will always be by your side. Then, when I woke up, you were gone, Shen Ke."
"Chu Ci, go to sleep, I'm right here." Zeming stroked his hair with such tenderness.
Shen Ke, your child is so stupid now that you can't even tell him apart.