In the dream, he saw a blurry figure sitting on a cute little white horse, rising and falling, spinning constantly, accompanied by a nursery rhyme.
In this simple and plain dream, Li Zhiyuan watched him happily ride the carousel over and over again.
When the young man woke up the next morning, the nursery rhyme still echoed in his mind like a haunting melody: "What is your father's father called..."
Li Zhiyuan was skilled in physiognomy and fate analysis, and dream interpretation was just a minor skill among them, but even he couldn't decipher such a strange and bizarre dream.
In the morning, Li Zhiyuan walked out of the dormitory; he wanted to take Alii for a walk in the playground to gradually get her used to the outside world.
"Brother Genius, Brother Genius!"
Lu Yi stood at the store entrance, waving over here.
Li Zhiyuan walked over.
"Brother Genius, the village chief called, looking for you. I was just about to go to your dormitory to call you."
