When Zhang Xiaohu woke in the morning and opened his eyes, he saw a face infinitely magnified before him, staring at him intently. There was still eye gunk at the corners of those eyes.
Startled, Zhang Xiaohu did not even see who it was before hastily shrinking back. Only after getting farther away did he realize it was his younger brother, Zhang Xiaohua, propping up his cheeks and watching him with a mischievous grin. Zhang Xiaohu quickly touched his face and rubbed his eyes. "Did flowers grow on my face?"
Zhang Xiaohua laughed. "Not on your face, but they did grow on your mouth."
Upon hearing that, Zhang Xiaohu involuntarily touched his mouth and asked in surprise, "How could that be?"
Rather than directly answering him, Zhang Xiaohua asked, "Second Brother, what dream did you have last night?"
"A dream?" Zhang Xiaohu frowned slightly. "No, I didn't have any dream."
"Hehe, you didn't have a dream?" Zhang Xiaohua said with a cheeky grin. "Then why did I hear you calling someone's name?"
"Whose? What name? How would I know?" Zhang Xiaohu was still utterly confused. His dream was already hazy—how could he remember much of it?
Seeing that his second brother refused to admit it, Zhang Xiaohua stood up, looked at the sunlight outside the window, and said solemnly, "Then that is strange. Someone was calling out 'Junior Sister Changge, Junior Sister Changge' in his sleep this morning. Could it have been me?"
Zhang Xiaohu's face instantly flushed red. He muttered involuntarily, "Th-this... was that real?"
Zhang Xiaohua said with a smile, "The ancients said it well: a graceful fair maiden is what a gentleman seeks. There is nothing wrong with that."
Zhang Xiaohu blushed and did not know what to say.
Then, after thinking for a moment, he gritted