Ren Xiaosu had a long dream.
In his dream, the Potato Shooters Yang Xiaojin and he had planted in their backyard at Anning East Road had actually bloomed.
In that instant, the entire world seemed to have become filled with birdsong and fragrant flowers. Even their roof was blooming with white flowers.
But suddenly, a huge flame ignited and everything was incinerated.
The entire world was now filled with a strong stench. It smelled of burnt leather, and there was even a whiff of aged vinegar.
Ren Xiaosu slowly opened his eyes and saw the Great Hoodwinker sitting next to his bed and scratching his feet.
Outside the barracks window, it was early in the morning. The sunlight was creeping in through the window bit by bit.
Ren Xiaosu said with a deadpan expression, "Take your smelly feet and get lost!"
