Ah Liu continued, "Moreover, the first dream, I remember it very clearly. At that time, I dreamt of a middle-aged man in Tang clothing, dreaming of him having tea with grandfather in the pavilion at home. Grandfather asked him, Bao Shan, does your Chen Family have a formula that can slow my aging?"
Hearing this, Chiang Xiao was taken aback.
Isnāt this what Ah Liu said when he met Chen Baoshen a few days ago?
Could it be that it was from his dream?
Ah Liu looked at her with a smile, "Does it sound familiar? When Doctor Chen came to our house a few days ago, I remembered this sentence, but didnāt realize it was from my first dream."
"Because it was the first dream, it was particularly vivid?" Chiang Xiao asked.
"Not just that," Ah Liu replied, "Initially, I just thought I had a dream, and having such a dream was a bit surprising, but I didnāt dwell on it because I had never seen Doctor Chen before. However, half a month later, when I returned from patrolling the shops and passed by the pavilion, I really heard the same words as in my dream. I looked from behind a tree and saw Doctor Chen; it was exactly like in my dream."
Chiang Xiao stared at him, dumbfounded.
Ah Liu said, "At the time, I was very shocked and instinctively avoided Doctor Chen. When grandfather sent someone to call me to have Doctor Chen check my pulse, I made excuses to decline."
So, is this why Ah Liu recognizes Chen Baoshen, but Chen Baoshen doesnāt recognize him?
So thatās how it is.
Chiang Xiao couldnāt help but say, "Sometimes, such coincidences happen; maybe they can be called memory jumps..." She wanted to continue, to say that perhaps scientists study these things. For instance, sometimes when weāre doing something, suddenly thereās a flash in the mind as if weāve already experienced it exactly the same way before.
Perhaps, when Ah Liu saw Old Master Jiang chatting and having tea with Chen Baoshen, he suddenly had a memory jump, feeling he had dreamt of this scene before.
However, before finishing her words, she hesitated, wondering if talking about such research in this era would seem incomprehensible to Ah Liu.
And then, the next second, she somehow suddenly thought about such research.
If she considered that scientists might conduct such research, then how do scientists conduct research?
Is it possible that there are folk organizations or research institutions conducting such studies?
Researching the human brain...
Thinking of this, she suddenly thought of those people trying to capture her, thought of the old man from the Jiang Family, thought of the reasons for her tragic death, and suddenly felt a chill.
Ah Liu didnāt notice the slight change in her expression.
He shook his head and said, "Itās not a coincidence; I remember it very clearly. Moreover, later on, I had several more dreams, and one of those dreams even helped the Jiang Family avert a loss."
Ah?
Chiang Xiao clenched her fists, her heart tense.
"That day, I had a fever; it was my third dream. I dreamt that on April 13th, there was a torrential rain, and a lightning struck an old tree in the west of the city, setting it on fire. The tree fell, collapsing onto several side rooms nearby, and the fire intensified, burning down that area of houses. Inside those houses was a batch of silk from the Jiang Family Silk Workshop, ready for delivery."
Ah Liuās gaze went distant, lost in the memory.
"At that time, I felt that something like a dream couldnāt be taken seriously and told to others, as no one would believe it."