The dream was made by Jiang Cong, and the story took place in the village of his hometown, when he was still a teenager, riding a broken bicycle in his memory, and set off from his home to Peng Qiao's house.

It should be to enjoy the pleasure of riding, he deliberately made a big circle.

It was a big bike with a bar, and his ass couldn't sit on the seat, so he had to twist it around.

It was a starry and gloomy night, and I was a little blind when I first went out, but after a while of riding, I had already adapted to the darkness and was able to see slightly clearly.

He hummed a tune, pedaling very merrily, when suddenly a bright light flashed and disappeared, he did not care, but continued to ride, but the light began to flash from time to time.

Such frequent flashes finally caught his attention, but when he looked closely, a silver thread was already lying in front of him, and it was right in his neck, and at his speed, if he hit it, the consequences would be terrible......

It's not impossible, but it must be terrifying, because in the dream, a scene suddenly appeared in his mind, a speeding motorcycle, a stationary yarn lying in front of it, when the two met, the knight's head was cut off by the yarn, and the head was separated......

At this time, it is too late to do anything, whether it is braking or changing direction or jumping out of the car......

In a hurry, his body was crooked, and the person and the car were at a 45-degree angle to the ground, and he miraculously passed under the silk line, but it was not without a price, he couldn't control the direction of the bicycle, so the bicycle went on a rampage and crashed into the bamboo forest in front of Peng Qiao's door.

The bamboo forest is so dense, it stands to reason that with the width of the handlebar of the bicycle, it is impossible to squeeze into the depths of the bamboo forest, but the dream is so magical, he not only came to the depths of the bamboo forest, but also saw many friends in the village, what they were getting together to do.

Those people stopped what they were doing, and they all looked at him in a daze, and there was white powder on the palms of their hands, the backs of their mouths, and the corners of their mouths, because there was no Peng Qiao he was looking for, so they jokingly said: "People are so big, why are they still eating fried noodles." ”

Saying that, he smiled and waved his hand, so he retreated, parked the bicycle in front of the house, and went to pat Peng Qiao's door, and when Peng Qiao opened the door and walked to the house with him, he also told the previous story in a funny way: "Do you know, Liu Song They are secretly eating fried noodles in your bamboo forest......

The so-called fried noodles are snacks when they want to be a little smaller, which is made with flour and fried in a pot, and then put salt or sugar on it, and it is quite delicious when fried......

He chatted with Peng Qiao for a while, and he didn't know what to say, and then Peng Qiao sent him out and watched him go away, and he frequently turned around and waved his hand, asking him to go back to the house early......

It wasn't until he turned back that he couldn't see anyone that he began to focus on riding, and this time he didn't take a detour, and the stars and moon were still dim, but they were brighter than they had been.

Walking from this short road, there is a horizontal village road halfway along the way, with two directions as the line, connected to just half of the word *, and on this horizontal road, he encountered a bizarre incident, the surrounding scenery suddenly became extremely empty, everything in front of him was extremely far-reaching, and the eyes seemed to be swallowed up.

His heart suddenly tightened, and a staggering panic hit his heart, and there was a chilling murderous aura that locked his entire body and mind, but in this deep experience of death, he sensed a vitality, which was Yuan Wei's breath, and it was also his straw at this time.

In the midst of the threat of death and the desire to survive, a figure suddenly appeared in front of him, a man with a mask on his face and a black robe......

A desperate fear suddenly enveloped him, and it was like this when he was facing death!

He didn't want to die, he still had a chance to live, he had a close friend nearby, he wanted to save himself, he wanted to live, so he desperately shouted: "Xiaowei! Xiaowei! Xiaowei......"

The black-clad mask just looked at him like that, letting him roar wildly, as if he were enjoying a good show, as if it were a feast, and he seemed to enjoy it......

Even if he is like a clown jumping off the beam at this time, life is so beautiful, he wants to live!

"Xiaowei! Xiaowei......" He continued to roar, trying to find a glimmer of life for himself, and in the dark he felt that as long as Yuan Wei appeared, he would definitely be able to save him from fire and water!

"Don't shout anymore, useless ......" As if he had seen enough, the black-clothed mask spoke coldly, he raised his arm, holding a gun in his hand.

The feeling of death was a little stronger, but at the same time, the vitality was also a little stronger, he was still unwilling to give up, and continued to roar: "Xiao Wei! Xiao ......"

His voice stopped abruptly, like a chicken being choked by the neck, because the face that the man had taken off his mask and was so familiar to him.

That's Yuan Wei's face!

The person who was going to kill him was actually the one who was regarded as his savior!

They grew up together since childhood, and they have too many memories and countless ups and downs, but in the end, this person is going to kill himself!

He staggered back, fell to the ground, and then began to laugh, laughing so madly, laughing so sad, laughing so lonely......

Yuan Wei was silent, allowing him to vent his emotions.

After the initial shock and disbelief, he laughed miserably and asked, "Why?"

Yuan Wei, who had been silent, finally revealed his emotions, and he said in an indifferent tone: "Because you saw something you shouldn't see." ”

"The ...... you shouldn't see" he muttered, thinking about the memories of the past tiredly, and suddenly a scene in the bamboo forest before came to mind, it turned out that it was not white flour, but white powder!

In the picture of recollection, when he followed Peng Qiao towards the main house, when he recounted this scene, Peng Qiao's cold expression and the murderous aura that lingered in his eyes......

"Hehehahahe......" He laughed miserably again, and the tears of laughter flowed out, and the tears suddenly turned into bloody tears, and the sky suddenly brightened as day, and then a thunderous sound exploded, and the torrential rain poured down......

Yuan Wei put his mask back on, and then a gunshot rang out, and the scene around him returned to its original state, and a bloody flower bloomed on his forehead, and he fell weakly on the broken bicycle lying on his side......

When he woke up from the dream, Jiang Cong was lying on his side on the bed, his pillow was wet with tears, he was crying in his dream, he was crying in reality, he was shouting in his dream, he should be shouting in reality!

"Xiaowei, did you hear me call you in the middle of the night?" Jiang Cong asked quietly.

He slept on the very edge, lying on his side with his back to Yuan Wei, and the latter couldn't see his expression, and the gloom in his tone, who was not like this when he hadn't gotten up early in the morning, so he didn't notice anything unusual, and said in the same faint voice: "No." ”

"Peng Qiao, did you hear that?" Jiang Cong asked again.

"Nope. Peng Qiao replied.

"I had nightmares about the lighter you used when you killed me. ”

"Oh. ”

"Oh. ”

Jiang Cong's tone was very peaceful, quiet without weight, Yuan Wei and Peng Qiao's tone was also very peaceful, and they didn't care......

And so it went......