Panic, helplessness...
Fortunately, on her way, she encountered a kind old lady who took her back home when she couldn't find her mother.
The scene switched, and people from a village all gathered at the old lady's house to watch the excitement.
The child, who was three or four years old, could already speak and successfully returned to Beijing with the help of the Village Chief.
Just as she was about to return home, Ni Cuihua suddenly woke up!
Despite the coolness of the room, a layer of cold sweat broke out on Ni Cuihua's face.
Ni Cuihua fumbled to switch on the lamp and sat up leaning against the headboard.
"What's wrong, Daya?" Shangguan Dehui groped for his glasses on the bedside table and put them on, "Did you have a nightmare?"
"Yes," Ni Cuihua nodded.
"Don't be afraid," Shangguan Dehui patted Ni Cuihua's back, "Dreams are the opposite of reality."
"I feel like I dreamed about my childhood," Ni Cuihua said, "but I'm not sure if that was me."
