After dinner, the two of them cuddled together to listen to the radio. This radio wasn't Jiang Xinyu's; it was brought back by Wei Kaiyun.
"Honey, tomorrow is the Laba Festival. Shall we go out and have some fun?"
"Sure, let's go to the city. How about peeling some garlic later? We need to make Laba garlic."
"I don't like that taste. Do you like it?"
Jiang Xinyu shook her head. "I don't like it either, so let's skip it.
Wei Kaiyun, in your dream, when did you go to prison?"
"At the end of next year."
"Can I know what you dreamed about?"
"It's intermittent, but there are many scenes involving Kong Mengjie, and some work-related matters.
I know that after I went in, Kong Mengjie became the factory manager."
"What about Qian Jun?"
"He's still the secretary to the factory manager."
"Can you still dream about things after you went in?"
Wei Kaiyun shook his head, "No, it's always these few scenes."
"So, is it possible for Kong Mengjie to become the factory manager?"
