"Well, it's really impossible to live this day!" muttered a young man with less than his hair seeming to be as lush as he lay at his desk, "and after typing this code, let's go to dinner!"

The young man finished muttering, and then turned his attention to the computer screen in front of him. Lines of code on a computer screen seemed endless, surrounding the young man.

"I knew that I wouldn't apply for any computer when I applied for exams, but now I'm completely one of those people who used to wear striped shirts. The young man seems to have endless resentment, "If only I didn't listen to my mother when I volunteered to do so, what kind of computer science has a future, alas, it's difficult!"

This young man is You Xuan, who has just graduated and joined the work, and his family asks You Xuan to study in line with the concept that he will definitely become a rich person after reading, but what makes You Xuan understand is the tide of talents he encountered after graduation.

No, You Xuan finally found a job that was enough to feed and wear, lived a life of 996, and sometimes had to 001, which made You Xuan doubt his life.

finally found a house in the suburbs that was old from the last century, and You Xuan lived in it with the cheap rent. The environment of the house is quite clean, next to a large pine tree, and not far away is a small hill. And the house is in the middle of nowhere.

You Xuan, who returned home, finally put down the hard work of the day and picked up a worn-out book, which is the "Zhuangzi" that can be seen everywhere on the market, and perhaps only in the book can You Xuan find his own world.

The smell of rice slowly wafted from the kitchen, and the dish had not yet begun. But You Xuan has slowly immersed himself in the thousands of words in the book, forgetting the time and the years.

As his spirit relaxed, You Xuan's eyes slowly closed, as if he had fallen asleep. And the big pine tree next to You Xuan's residence made a rustling sound under the wind, accompanied by the aroma of rice, weaving a dream for You Xuan.

You Xuan in the dream didn't seem to realize that he was dreaming, as if he had become a member of the dream. You Xuan met his own love at work in his dream, and also saw the future path to promotion.

But good things are always accompanied by tribulations, You Xuan's clumsy character, the obedient obedience, became the leader's favored helper, with the promotion of the leader, he slowly came into contact with things that should not be touched.

He was slowly fascinated by these fireworks, and no longer thought, as if he had food to eat with the leader. Slowly became the most loyal person to the leader. Nine times out of ten, life is unsatisfactory, and as the matter is revealed, the leader does not hesitate to push You Xuan into the fire pit and becomes a victim of the leader.

The grief-stricken You Xuan had to accept this fact, he failed to escape the law, fell after half a lifetime of glory, and entered the place where he never wanted to go in again for the rest of his life.

After spending an unknown number of springs and autumns in the dark cell, You Xuan, whose black hair has been gray, came out, facing this unfamiliar world. He slowly began the second half of his life.

You Xuan slowly matured after experiencing the company's struggles, and in prison he memorized the "Zhuangzi" that accompanied him. He started his business, maybe God is willing to give him a chance, he succeeded, he succeeded in his old age.

Perhaps it was his inaction that was sought after by the people of that era, and his company slowly gathered wealth beyond his imagination and created an empire of his own. But You Xuan, who was in his prime, seemed to have a deep belief in "Zhuangzi", and even started the unfinished business of countless ancients - asking for immortals.

Five years passed slowly, and the huge business empire did not support You Xuan's ambitions, and finally one night, the news of bankruptcy came from You Xuan's mobile phone. You Xuan walked to the balcony, looked up at the dark sky, turned to look at the palatial villa behind him, and made a phone call with trembling hands.

The villa no longer belongs to him, the company has changed hands, You Xuan went from having nothing to being famous all over the world, and again to having nothing, which seems to be like a dream. Maybe You Xuan didn't realize that he was dreaming, holding the "Zhuangzi" in his hand, and left the villa that should have belonged to him.

With the rest of the money, You Xuan staggered and walked into the distance. Perhaps it is the mercy of God, and for decades, You Xuan has traveled all over the world's famous mountains and rivers and seen the scenery. At this time, You Xuan is also getting older and older. On this day, he came to Kunlun, the legendary land of the gods.

Looking at the endless prairie, the entire overview of Kunlun appeared in front of You Xuan's eyes. You Xuan found that the Kunlun he saw in front of him seemed to be different from the endless snow-capped mountain-like Kunlun in his mind.

"Huh!"

You Xuan let out an exclamation.

Looking at a large group of wild animals slowly approaching in the distance, You Xuan couldn't help but admire the Creator's masterpiece, "Maybe only here can you see tens of thousands of wild creatures." Perhaps the only way to see it from the sky in a big city is when you're stuck in traffic. ”

You Xuan saw a lot along the way, and also discovered many things that he had never seen before. He staggered away from this pristine wilderness, the land of all gods. You Xuan walked towards the afterglow of the setting sun, towards the steel city where the human race was located.

You Xuan donated all his remaining tens of millions of assets to the Wildlife Association, trying to leave his own part in protecting a piece of the world's wilderness. He rejected the idea of reporting and left with his copy of the Zhuangzi.

Now You Xuan is penniless, has no shelter, no food, and only the copy of "Zhuangzi" that has always accompanied him is left. When he opened the worn out "Zhuangzi", that sentence appeared in front of him: The former Zhuang Zhoumeng was Hu Die, and Hu Die was lifelike. I don't know what to do. Oh Ran Jue, then Yu Ran Zhou also. I don't know if Zhou's dream is Hu Die's and Hu Die's dream is Zhou's?

You Xuan in reality couldn't help but wake up: "I'm scared to death, but fortunately it's just a dream." But I feel like I've been dreaming about it for sixty or seventy years. ”

You Xuan stood up and looked at the page turned on "Zhuangzi", which happened to be the last sentence, You Xuan couldn't help but smile, "There is such a strange thing." Forget it, don't think about it, eat. ”

You Xuan stood up, took out a few dishes that he hadn't eaten at noon in the refrigerator, put them in the pot and reheated them, and ate them next to the table.

After the meal, You Xuan didn't seem to want to read anymore, he walked to the small square outside the door, thinking about the content of the dream, everything seemed to be so clear, as if he had experienced it himself just now. You Xuan couldn't help laughing at himself: "Is there still a god who made me have this dream?" ”

There was a sound of square dancing in the square outside the door, and You Xuan couldn't help but think of a joke he saw back then: in the seventies and eighties of the last century, a group of young people danced on the square dance, and now they are dancing in the square with a group of aunts and uncles, so these two groups of people seem to be no different.

There are two groups of people sitting next to the uncles and aunts dancing in the square, one group of people is in front of them to give snacks and snacks, and the other group of people is posing with eight big characters: look at the fortune telling, name the mole. Looking at these eight words, You Xuan couldn't help but think of the dream he had in the afternoon, which seemed to be so clear.

You Xuan walked towards a dozing fortune teller, and the person next to him seemed to want to remind him, but in the end he only opened his mouth and said nothing.

You Xuan shook up the dozing fortune teller who didn't have the slightest fairy wind bones, and asked, "Can I interpret dreams here?"

The uncle looked as if business was coming, and his face was full of smiles in an instant, and it seemed that the matter that he had just been disturbed from sleeping was also put aside: "Yes, it's okay." What dream does the little brother want to interpret?"

Seeing that the uncle woke up, You Xuan told the uncle who had no fairy wind bones in his dream word for word. After listening to the story with relish, the uncle seemed to be interested, and said, "Has the little brother offended anyone recently?"

You Xuan thought for a moment and shook his head, "No." ”

The old man frowned, pinched his fingers, and thought for a while, "It's weird, why didn't I count anything?

Seeing that the uncle seemed to be very curious, the old men next to him who were looking at the fairy wind bones seemed to be unable to sit still: "Young man, come to me, I will definitely be better than him." I'm sure I'll help you figure out this dream. ”

And the frowning uncle seemed to think of something, and said to You Xuan: "Young man, can you let me see your palmistry." ”

Looking at You Xuan's puzzled expression, the old man hurriedly said: "Don't worry, I will never accept your money for palmistry, and if you can't solve it accurately, I won't charge you money." ”