The live fortune telling is so accurate that the whole network is waiting to watch.

Feng Wenyan only had a vague memory of last night's scene. He was still dazed when he was woken up by his assistant. He didn't react until he heard the assistant talking on the phone with the director.

If it were in the past, Pan Mao would never have believed in any of those supernatural things, but after experiencing those weird things in the mental hospital, he couldn't help but believe it.

Pan Mao looked at Sang Feiwan anxiously: "Miss Sang, is the hotel we are staying in not clean either?"

Sang Feiwan turned and looked at the willow demon behind him.

The Willow Fairy was holding Xiao Hei and trying to find something to say: "Hei, what do you like to eat? I'll buy you something delicious when I get my salary next time."

The little black cat narrowed its eyes and rubbed against the willow fairy's arms.

Sure enough, Sang Feiwan had to sort out this mess himself.

"There's nothing wrong with the hotel, and there are no ghosts. As for what Feng Wenyan said...it might be an illusion."

The director was indeed shocked when he heard this: "Hallucination? Could it be the sequelae of a visit to the mental hospital?"

This was a serious matter, so the director, who was known for his strictness, quickly said to Feng Wenyan on the other end of the phone: "If you feel uncomfortable, take a good rest. Is one day off enough? If not, I'll give you two more days. Bei Ming is new here, so I'll ask him to make up for the previous courses first. When you come back, everyone's progress will be the same."

Feng Wenyan was still very weak, but when he heard the word "Beiming", he immediately became as excited as if he had been injected with chicken blood: "Director, I feel much better, I'll be there right away!"

He didn't want Yu Beiming to take advantage of his situation and steal his limelight. What's a fright? What's a fever?

Half an hour later, Feng Wenyan arrived at the basketball court, looking a little haggard. His dedication to his job really won praise from the people around him.

Feng Wenyan smiled and said to Sang Feiwan: "I am a man, what does a little illness or pain mean to me?"

Sang Feiwan didn't say anything. Yu Beiming spoke quietly, "I heard that we will practice flying swords on wires in the afternoon."

Feng Wenyan: "..."

Suddenly I feel a little regretful. Will I be laughed at if I ask for leave again?

Forget it, I'll just fly the sword. I must let Miss Sang see me standing on the flying sword, looking like an immortal!

As a result, when he was practicing flying the sword in the afternoon, he was suspended in the air by a wire. The cold wind blew and his head was completely dizzy. He couldn't find the sword at all.

Finally, he couldn't bear it anymore, his eyes rolled back, and he passed out. When he got off the ground, he lay on his back in an indecent posture.

……

Mr. T had been in meetings all day and it was already past eight o'clock in the evening when he got home.

He went upstairs to see his mother first. She was still sleeping, her delicate eyebrows slightly relaxed, the corners of her lips slightly raised, as if she was smiling.

What is in the mother’s dream and why doesn’t she want to wake up?

After coming out of his mother's room, Mr. T glanced casually and saw something familiar in the trash can.

He hurriedly flipped it over and saw that it was the dream-entering talisman he had asked for from Sang Feiwan's live broadcast room, and it had been torn into several pieces.

At this time, the maid came up to me in a hurry and said, "Master, I'm sorry, I forgot to take away the trash can. I'll take it away right away!"

Mr. T stopped her: "It's okay, there's not much garbage in here, just put it there first and we'll talk about it tomorrow."

After sending the servant away, he picked up all the pieces of talisman paper and stuffed them into his pocket.

When his father came back, he chatted with his father about work as if nothing had happened, and then asked naturally:

"By the way, Dad, where is the dream-entering talisman I gave you earlier?"

"I found a master, and he's on his way. When he arrives, let him take a look at your talisman."

"Dad, where did you find this master? Why haven't I heard you mention him?"

"Dad used his connections to invite a master from Hong Kong. The master is very good at exorcising evil spirits. In your mother's case, it is very likely that she is possessed by an evil spirit. As long as the master comes and clears away the evil spirit, your mother will be able to wake up."

Mr. T's eyes darkened and he said no more.

But he was full of doubts: Why did his father lie? Why did he tear up the dream spell? What was he hiding? Didn't he want his mother to wake up?

It reminded me of a time when, in Sang Feiwan’s live broadcast room, there was a man who used a bad luck card to transfer all his bad luck to his wife, which brought her 12 years of good luck and a prosperous career.

Could it be that Dad treats Mom like this too?

But on second thought, I felt that it was not right.

His mother was born in a poor family, but his father was from a prominent family and very wealthy. In order to marry his mother, his father had to work very hard for a long time before finally getting the consent of the family.

He couldn't possibly trade his mother's health for money because there was no need!

As for a change of heart? That's even more impossible!

Over the years, my father's love for my mother has really reached the extreme.

Once, a relative said a few bad things about my mother behind her back. After my father heard it, he never let that relative into the house again.

One year, just to come back and celebrate his mother's birthday, he threw away an order worth tens of millions of dollars.

His mother felt sorry for him: "It's just a small birthday. It's enough for my son to spend it with me. Why did you rush back all the way?"

The father said nonchalantly: "You can make money at any time. Your birthday only comes once a year. How can I miss it?"

After his mother fell ill, he was so worried that he could not even take care of his work. He stayed by his mother's bed every day. As soon as he heard about a famous doctor, he would take his mother to seek medical treatment and medicine.

In just a few years, my father looked ten years older, his face was haggard, his temples were gray, and the light in his eyes disappeared. He no longer had the charm he once had.

As a son, Mr. T feels sorry for him.

If you say he has changed his heart... Mr. T would never believe it.

After returning to his bedroom, Mr. T put together the dream talisman.

He didn't know if the torn talisman paper would still be effective, so he could only give it a try.

He placed the talisman under his pillow, and with a heart full of doubts, he slowly fell into a dream.

What appeared before my eyes was a dazzling white sunlight, and in my ears there was the sound of cicadas chirping "cicada, cicada".

As his eyes adjusted to the light, he lowered his arm that was covering his eyes, looked around, and found himself in front of a courtyard.

Looking at the nearby road signs, he recognized that it was the suburbs of Beijing City.

The gate was not closed, so he walked in and arrived at a small courtyard surrounded by flowers.

Blue and pink hydrangeas are blooming in the yard, so beautiful that it seems like you have come to a fairy tale world.

In this fairytale world, there stands an elegant woman with long hair and a blue dress, humming a song while watering the flowers.

The song she sang sounded familiar, as if I had heard it before.

Just then, the woman turned around, revealing a beautiful and familiar face.

Mr. T subconsciously shouted: "Mom!"