The wind and the sun are beautiful, and the sky is clear.

Blue sky, blue sea, white clouds, sandy beaches, beauties.

The white beach chair is covered with all kinds of banknotes, they are neatly arranged on the hollow chair surface according to different sizes, the beauty lies on its side, the left hand gently shakes the wine glass, and the right hand slightly flicks the gold coins in the paper basket made of various colors and styles of banknotes, jingling and composing a beautiful music.

The boy has a pair of straight and slender thighs, one slightly bent on the chaise longue, through the leg gap can clearly see the mermaid line looming under the waist and abdomen.

Zhao Yao swallowed his saliva unconsciously, and his two eyes that were red swept back and forth like lasers.

Just as he was thinking about how to go up and hook up this conversation......

Suddenly, the west wind swept in, and the scene of dark clouds overpowering the beauty made the beauty lose its color. Red wine was sprinkled on all kinds of banknotes, and the original gold in the coin basket was suddenly darkened.

A bone-chilling voice came from the sky......

- Zhao Yao, you spread rumors and slandered the author, which was found to be true, and was sentenced to three years in prison and deprived of political rights.

Oh my God!

Zhao Yao was so frightened that his legs were weak and he collapsed directly on the ground, and after the soft sand pit in his imagination turned into solid ground, he opened his eyes violently in pain.

There is no blue sea and blue sky!

There are no baskets made of various dollars and pounds!

Looking around, the terrifying fried-haired monster's voice didn't loop in stereo like a repeater. Zhao Yao breathed a sigh of relief, his mind flashed back to the scene when he had just swept around, and his eyes widened before he could ease his breath.

Long-legged beauties dressed in various tassels and furs kept walking around on a stage, gradually twisting their hips, and a group of men and women in suits and leather shoes around them held their cameras and kept scratching and rubbing, shooting very hard.

Where is this?

Zhao Yao scratched his somewhat dizzy head, he remembered that he was sitting in front of the computer racking his brains and trying his best to collect all kinds of words and spray that ridiculous president Wenlai, why did he have a sweet dream, when he woke up, not only was the beautiful boy in the dream fake, but even the scene was directly switched at this time?

It must be the wrong way to sleep, or maybe it's the wrong way to sit, it must be like this.

Thinking like this, Zhao Yao immediately closed his eyes and adjusted his sitting posture, and after waiting for about three or five seconds, he opened his eyes.

The same catwalk, all kinds of long-legged beauties, the sound of pressing the shutter never stopped around, Zhao Yao pinched his thighs in disbelief, and when he turned his head and crashed into a pair of eyes that were both strange and a little surprised and concerned, his disbelief instantly turned into incredible.

Where did Zhang Fei come from?!

And with this kind of pity and a little concerned expression, what kind of trouble is it to look at me?

He was about to ask, when the collar on the back of his neck was suddenly pulled from behind diagonally, and the force was so great that he directly changed from sitting on the ground to sitting on a chair. Damn! He was about to turn his head to see what it was, when a voice came in from behind at the right time.

"Didn't you have a lot of waves last night?" the man pointed to the figure on the stage who was wearing a ragged dress that only covered the key parts, twisting his waist and walking backwards, "The legs of the beautiful women are weak when they come out, isn't this like your style?"

Zhao Yao frowned and looked at the person who spoke, his eyes dark and round. looks okay, the thick eyebrows and big eyes are the ones he likes, but the beard on his chin that looks like dog hair is quite tasteful.

And what he carried, the barrel of the cannon, the camera or the camcorder?

"Who are you?" Zhao Yao ignored the man's ridicule and waved his hand impatiently, his eyes circled around, the person walking around this stage is a model, right?

The venue is exquisitely and elegantly arranged, with plain interlining on the table and fragrant and lush flowers on it, and all kinds of beautiful women and handsome men gathered under the spotlight......

What the hell is this place?

Before he could figure it out, someone slapped him on the top of his head, "The dream hasn't woken up yet, and I don't even know you Uncle Cao." ”

Hey, I'll go, Zhao Yao covered his head, this slap almost didn't slap him down. Zhao Yao looked at him with half-squinted eyes while covering his head that was sore from being patted, Uncle Cao, I'll fuck you uncle!

He looked around again and found that there were still many blonde and blue-eyed foreigners inside, and the suspected beauty had a lot of words behind the catwalk, but it was all in English.

Zhao Yao glanced at the man on his head, frowned and thought secretly, I don't care if you are Uncle Cao or Master Cao, I have to figure out what kind of place this is, why did he come here for no reason.

Zhao Yao thought about it like this and immediately decided to give up arguing with this person, and asked in a tone that was not as annoyed as before: "Where is this door?"

The man looked at him strangely, "Don't you see it, your goddess hasn't come out yet." ”

"I don't look at it. Zhao Yao didn't care much about Cao Wenjun's questioning, and waved his hand a little impatiently, "It's boring." "Let's go out for now.

The man put away his things and patted the shoulder of a handsome-looking little boy next to him, lowered his head and said something, the little boy pursed his lips and nodded, and smiled at Zhao Yao.

Zhao Yao's originally not very good mood bloomed a lot in an instant, and there was such a lovely person sitting next to him, which gave Zhao Yao more than twice as much impact as those women on the stage who were bare-chested and bare-chested.

But Zhao Yao is really not in the mood to hook up with a beautiful boy now, he doesn't occupy the same time and place, and he doesn't know where this ghost place is, and there is a bearded man who seems to be very familiar with him staring at him, the key is that he has searched for more than 20 years of brain memory and has not found any information about this person.

Zhao Yao rubbed his hands vigorously, the most important thing at the moment was to go out first, to figure out what kind of place this was, and why he was inexplicably here.

He already had some speculations in his heart, but he felt that this kind of speculation was not only illogical but also somewhat subverted his scientific outlook that he had studied for more than ten years.

He just walked out after the bearded man with a worried heart.

The square is as wide as the beach, and from time to time there are a few pigeons waving in the wind, Gothic buildings and billboards with various monograms, and the surrounding people chattering in foreign languages - foreigners?

Zhao Yao turned his head violently, dragging the bearded man just now and pointing everywhere, "Where is this?"

The bearded man squinted and looked, "The house number is too far away, I can't see it clearly, you ......"

"I'll ask again! What is this place?

The bearded man was probably frightened by Zhao Yao's hysterical appearance, and it took a long time to open his mouth, and the beard on his chin shook up and down with the movement of his lips, making Zhao Yao have a headache.

"Milan. It took a long time for the man to shake out two words.

"Damn!" Zhao Yao was stunned at this time, "I'm still dreaming, right?" He opened his mouth a little uncertainly, as if asking the person in front of him, and as if asking himself.

The bearded man was also relieved by his roar, and smiled and put the camera behind his back, "I told you not to play too much at night, my nerves are all out of order, right?" He glanced at the edge of the square, "Do you want to go back to the hotel to rest?"

Zhao Yao still had a confused expression, and his eyes turned back and forth around the square several times, all kinds of street signs, billboards or something, but there was no square word he was familiar with.

The more he thought about it, the more incredible he felt, and the unbelievable was mixed with some frightening fear.

He is just an IT man who has no talents, and he only relied on the introduction of his brother of the same class to do web design in an Internet company at the age of twenty-five, and finally survived for a year, but faced the company's reform and laid off employees.

While he was looking for a job, he was writing some jokes or movie reviews and book reviews on the Internet to make some extra money, and the last moment of his memory was still stuck in the sleepiness of typing on the keyboard and spraying that third-rate president novel.

He was so sleepy, he probably fell asleep directly on his stomach on the computer, how could he be like this after waking up? Zhao Yao's head was still full of question marks, and he finally reacted and found that he was already in a taxi.

He turned his head to look at the bearded man again, and was immediately attracted by the sign hanging on the bearded man's chest.

Badge!

"Hey!" the bearded man shouted, "Hey, you're okay with my work permit...... Oops!" he slapped his thigh, "we forgot to return it when we left!"

Zhao Yao ignored him, flipped through the documents and looked at them, there was a photo of a bearded man on it, and Zhao Yao ignored it directly.

Cao Wenjun?

It should be his name, and it's quite popular.

Sweeping down again, there is a line of small print......

- Photographer for Tussauds Fashion magazine.

A familiar magazine name, but really a photographer?

He threw the sign back at the man, flipped through it on himself, and realized that he was actually wearing a suit?

It took him a head to toe before he found an identical sign in his pocket, and he hurriedly flipped it over to see it.

The ID photo on it is very well repaired, the originally messy eyebrows are trimmed very well, and the thin lips are a little serious, except for the hair, this person looks like I am about to become twin brothers, Zhao Yao thought secretly.

He wasn't calm for just a second, damn twin brother, isn't this person in the photo his face?!

- Editor of Tussauds Fashion Magazine.

The name is the same, the face is the same, except for the slightly longer and tied up hair, and the well-cut suit, the place of occupation is not the same. Wait, why do you seem to have seen the name of this magazine anywhere?

He turned his head to look out the window at the completely unfamiliar street scene, his mind working as if it had been grouted.

No, no, none of this is right, is it the wrong way to get up today?

Isn't he supposed to be sleeping, is this in his own dream, or is it a rare dream-within-a-dream?