Dream House:

The breeze was melodious, the morning light was faint, and the spacious classroom was full of people.

Although it is a very boring high math class, the humorous way of teaching this young teacher will always make the atmosphere of the whole class a lot more lively, and almost no one will feel sleepy.

"After talking for so long, let's test the results of this class!" The young male teacher pulled out the roster, nodded his name randomly, and said, "Jian Xiaoyan, tell me your answer." ”

The half-dreaming girl suddenly startled: the answer?

Just when Jian Xiaoyan was embarrassed, a note suddenly passed next to him, which clearly read: 3sinX

"3sinX" Jian Xiaoyan blurted out

"Correct!"

The young teacher nodded, and Jian Xiaoyan finally sat down with his life.

Turning his head to look at the adjacent table where he handed over the answer, sure enough, it was him:

'Meng Jun'

Jian Xiaoyan's childhood sweetheart, when he was a child, lived very close to each other and often played together. When I grew up, I was admitted to the same university and became a classmate.

Two days ago, Jian Xiaoyan also agreed to this cheeky guy and became his girlfriend.

"Hee-hee, little fool, you can't do such a simple question!"

Meng Jun secretly pinched Jian Xiaoyan's face and smiled proudly.

"What's the matter? It's just that I've been dreaming at night lately, I can't sleep well, and I'm always dozing off the next day!"

Jian Xiaoyan was a little distressed, this was not the first time. Every time he dozed off in the morning class, Jian Xiaoyan was worried about whether he would fail the course at the end of the semester!

"It seems that the quality of your sleep alone is not good!" Meng Jun grinned and said shamelessly: "Otherwise, I will be wronged and sleep with you outside the school at night in the future!"

"Hmph!

Jian Xiaoyan's handsome little face was completely red.

Meng Jun, this guy really plotted against her, and after only a few days together, he began to think about that kind of thing!

Growing up, I really misjudged him.

When I go back today, I will definitely not hold his little hands.

At noon, after Jian Xiaoyan was sent back to the bedroom by Meng Jun, he finally slept well.

Somehow, after going to college, Jian Xiaoyan always couldn't sleep well at night, and only had a good rest at noon.

When I woke up, it was already half past three in the afternoon, and most of the roommates were gone, only Shu Lin, who was in bed with Jian Xiaoyan, was still reading in the bedroom.

"Shu Lin, where are they?"

Shu Lin, who was still immersed in reading, did not turn her face around, and said lightly:

"I'm all going to see the little brothers of the hip-hop club! Tonight they have their debut in the gymnasium. ”

'Hip-hop dance club!'

Jian Xiaoyan seems to have a little impression, there are outrageous little brothers in that club! There is also a saying among the girls in the school: Don't hesitate when you meet a boy from the hip-hop club, otherwise he will be snatched away by other girls in the next second.

Probably in this school, only those who sleep lazily like Jian Xiaoyan and Shu Lin who are immersed in reading will not be able to enjoy the hip-hop dance club.

"Xiaoyan, didn't you sleep well at night?" Shu Lin finally closed the book and asked.

Jian Xiaoyan nodded and smiled helplessly:

"Every night I couldn't sleep well in my dreams, and I had to doze off again in the morning, and I didn't listen well to the lectures. ”

"Why don't you go and ask the Dream House!"

"Dream House? ”

Jian Xiaoyan was puzzled, he had heard of the teahouse and the chess house, but he had never heard of the dream house.

"It's a new shop outside the school, and it's said that it's very good at interpreting dreams. Quite a few people who don't sleep well at night have solved it there. ”、

"I've got their flyers here, so go check them out!"

Jian Xiaoyan took the leaflet, and it was printed with a gorgeous and gorgeous woman, with a long pipe, a wide hat, and eyes that were so enchanting that people were enchanted.

It is said that this woman is the owner of the museum and also a dream interpreter! She will only open the museum every night from 7 to 9 o'clock, two hours to interpret dreams, and the rest of the time is in retreat!

"It's really a special shop. ”

Jian Xiaoyan thinks it's quite novel, anyway, there are no classes at night, so you might as well go and take a look, maybe you can really solve the problem of not sleeping well at night.

After dinner, Jian Xiaoyan set off alone.

Originally, he wanted to call Meng Jun, but he actually said that there was something at night, and Jian Xiaoyan had to leave alone.

Fortunately, the Dream Hall is not too far, turn left after the school gate, and after a few streets, it will be close to a small alley.

It was a quaint wooden house, and it stood out in a modern building. On the brick-red door forehead are written two big characters of dragon flying and phoenix dancing: 夢館.

"There are so many people!"

This was Jian Xiaoyan's first reaction, and there was a long queue at the entrance of the museum, crowding the alleys. Although the Dream House is very fast in receiving customers, it still can't stand the crowds.

"I didn't expect such a strange little shop to be so popular. ”

Jian Xiaoyan was secretly amazed, but she didn't know that there was something even more shocking to her: these customers all came from thousands of miles across several provinces and cities.

For them, Dream House is not just popular, it has to be Dream House at all. No matter where the house moves, they always come between 7.00 and 9.00 p.m.

"Miss, it's your turn, please!" the waitress at the entrance of the hall bowed slightly.

Jian Xiaoyan was stunned, it was already her turn.

Obviously, I just remembered that there were a lot of people in front of me, how could I have already lined her up as soon as I came back to my senses, and this dream hall is really as incredible as a dream.

Stepping into the museum, there are jade steps in the Zhulan and Zhixiang ink rolls, a quaint and refined scenery.

Following the guidance of the maid, Jian Xiaoyan went up to the second floor: Tianfu, Digong, Xuanting, and Huangzhai, a total of four rooms. The maid pushed open the door of Huang Zhai's room, which was the room where Jian Xiaoyan was received.

After entering Huangzhai, Jian Xiaoyan knelt down on a straw mat similar to a tatami mat. In front of him was a coffee table, and I don't know when two cups of tea had been placed, and they were still warm to the touch.

"Welcome, welcome, this is the first time you are visiting the hotel!"

Behind the screen, a young woman with a pipe in her mouth walked out slowly.

If you look closely, it is the female curator printed on the flyer, beautiful and charming, and charming, which is an irresistible temptation for any man.

The female curator sat down comfortably on the tatami mat and took a gentle puff of her pipe, and the sensual charm even moved Jian Xiaoyan, a girl.

But before Jian Xiaoyan could marvel at the beauty of the female curator, the female curator praised Jian Xiaoyan instead:

"It's still a little beauty! Wonderful, Your Excellency's appearance is among the top three among the customers of my Dream House!"

The female curator's eyes did not have the slightest hint of joking, Jian Xiaoyan's face flushed slightly, and she said softly:

"Thank you!"

Indeed, Jian Xiaoyan is very beautiful, and she has always been recognized as the class flower by the boys in the class since she was a child, and she is recognized as the department flower and the college flower when she goes to college. But the strange thing is that Jian Xiaoyan has such a high appearance, but he has never been confessed by a boy, and he has not even received a love letter, only Meng Jun, a little scoundrel, has been stalking Jian Xiaoyan, and the relationship between the two was confirmed when they arrived at university.

"Why did you come to the shop today?"

The female curator took a light puff on her pipe, and asked straight to the point.

"Well, I always dream at night and can't sleep well, and I doze off the next morning!"

"It's been two weeks in a row and I'm in a bad spirits. Is there anything you can do about it? I'm going to go to the hospital. ”

Jian Xiaoyan regretted it after finishing speaking, isn't this obviously a rush to the doctor?

This kind of small shop must be the kind of shop that only gives a few words of dream interpretation to comfort your psychology! How can you solve your own problems, and you still have to go to the hospital.

"It can be solved! The Dream House has solved countless cases of this problem!"

The female curator's deep eyes seemed to be able to see through Jian Xiaoyan's inner words, and a faint sentence made Jian Xiaoyan feel very at ease.

"Miss Jane, do you remember what dreams you've been having for the past two weeks?"

This question gave Jian Xiaoyan a headache for a while, not that Jian Xiaoyan had forgotten, but that Jian Xiaoyan's dream was too complicated, so complicated that it was difficult for her to describe.

"That dream was long, long, like telling a story, telling a lot of things!"

"I still remember that in the first act, there was a crimson flower on the other side, which bloomed for a long, long time and then withered, and the scattered petals turned into several crimson continents, which later generations called 'Dream Continent'"

Jian Xiaoyan tried her best to recall the scenes in her mind, but the female curator's pipe slipped and fell to the ground, and with a clang, Jian Xiaoyan's train of thought was interrupted:

"Mengzhou, did you dream of Mengzhou?" the female curator didn't pick up the pipe, but asked confirmatively.

"Yes!" Jian Xiaoyan replied seriously: "Not only Mengzhou, but there are many, many stories that happened on Mengzhou, what Qinglanjun refining the river into the sea, the twelve ghosts will guard the soul and restore the country, and the candle dragon will be buried in Danglun Mountain...... There are many, many dreams, and I can't finish talking about them. ”

The female curator's pupils were slightly dilated, and Rao couldn't help but take a deep breath and asked:

"I would venture to ask, how old is Your Excellency, and what is the date of your birthday?"

"I'm a dragon, and I just turned twenty years old on my birthday on the last day of last month. ”

Jian Xiaoyan didn't care, and the face of the female curator Gu Jing Wubo covered up the monstrous uproar:

Twenty years ago, in the Gengchen Millennium, the Phantom Day on February 29th! The combination of the two represents the most prosperous day of the Phantom Illusion in 2,000 years!

And this girl was actually born on this day, what is her origin?

"Bai Shang!"

The female curator called softly, and the wooden door on the side was pushed open, and a boy in his twenties walked in, clean and fresh, wearing a white shirt.

"Go and dispense a separate medicine bag for this customer, Changlin Root, Yu Ninghua, and Xixi Tears will each take nine taels and eight points, and Tie Yu, Ice Tooth, Yan Ye, and Qingore will be crushed twelve times, plus the Outer Sect Wumad Lingjiao and the Inner Hall Qianqisan to consolidate the effect......"

The female curator simply ordered, and Jian Xiaoyan only felt that although the names of these medicinal materials were strange and rare, there was an inexplicable sense of familiarity.

"Please wait a moment until the medicine bag is ready, and we guarantee that there will be no more dreams tonight!" said the female curator.

"Okay, how much does this pouch cost?"

Jian Xiaoyan took out her mobile phone and thought about whether to use Alipay or WeChat, but the female curator waved her hand and said with a smile:

"Don't break the bank, you've already paid for the sachet when you enter the store. ”

"Paid?"

Jian Xiaoyan was puzzled, but the female curator smiled meaningfully:

"What do you call you?"

"My name is Jian Xiaoyan, curator, you can call me Xiaoyan. ”

But she didn't want to, but the female curator shook her head, not daring to say her name directly:

"Miss Jane, you are by no means an ordinary family, and your identity is special, and I dare not say it clearly. I can only remind you here: be careful of the people around you, and please pay more attention to everything. ”

After speaking, the female curator picked up one of her pipes and looked at the mountain scenery behind the screen.

At the same time, the boy in the white shirt also reappeared:

"Guest, your medicine bag is ready, please!"

When Bai Shang and Jian Xiaoyan both left the door where Huang Zhai was written, the female curator sighed leisurely:

"The strongest illusion in a thousand years! Hey, my hair is going to be white again. ”