Meng Fanzhu opened his eyes, his eyes were empty, but if he looked closely, there seemed to be countless mystical symbols rotating in his black pupils, like endless galaxies in the universe. Gradually, Meng Fanzhu's eyes moved and ..... The eyes are also slowly gaining focus.

Dizzy......

Very dizzy.......

It feels like the whole brain is like a pot of porridge, and there is a big horse spoon in it that keeps stirring and stirring|......

Meng Fanzhu raised his right hand and rubbed his eyebrows, just such a simple action, but it consumed his huge physical strength, what is going on?

Turning his head slightly, he heard the "click, click" sound made when his cervical spine rotated, and there was a feeling of soreness.

"I won't be paralyzed, right?" Meng Fanzhu broke out in a cold sweat when he thought of this. There are two hanging bottles hanging above me, I don't know what kind of liquid medicine is, and they are entering their blood vessels little by little with the infusion set. Feel the cool sensation coming from the blood vessels in the back of your hand. Meng Fanzhu "exhaled", it is a good thing to be able to feel his hands and feet! Look around, the white wall, there is a hospital bed next to it, and there are dishes and chopsticks and thermos at the head of the bed, this is the hospital?

"What's wrong with me?" Meng Fanzhu just wanted to recall what happened, when he felt like his brain had been pricked by a needle, the pain in his heart, and the terrible dizziness. Quickly close your eyes and relax your mind and body, but the countless complicated information in your brain is like a boiling pot, rushing left and right, like a wild horse on the loose.

"Alright, alright...... I want to do something, you hurt desperately, I don't want anything, and you keep tossing. Since you don't listen to me either, why don't you love it!" Meng Fanzhu complained about his brain, and fainted very simply as soon as he didn't do anything and closed his eyes.

I don't know how long it took, Meng Fanzhu woke up again, this time it was much better, his brain was calm, and his body was much better, although he still felt a little weak, but his physical strength had almost recovered. The drip is over, look at the quartz clock at the head of the bed, it's 1 p.m., the wall calendar on the wall shows the date of April 24, 2004, and I've been in a coma for seven days!

Looking at the hospital gown he was wearing, he rolled over and got out of bed, put on his slippers, and walked to the door, where nurses walked around quickly, and some family members chatted on chairs in the hallway. I haven't eaten for a long time, my body is a little weak, I go back to the bedside, leaning on the head of the bed to sort out my messy thoughts. Until now, Meng Fanzhu was still a little confused, and he didn't know what was going on, and he didn't know what his body was like now. I only remember the night of the 15th, 49 days before the college entrance examination, after reviewing all my homework, I had a little itchy hands and wanted to relax, so I secretly got up and played a game while my parents were asleep.

Meng Fanzhu plays a stand-alone game called "Scholar's Biography", which is a cultivation game, starting from a white ding at the beginning of the game, a little bit of training, hospital test, township test, meeting test, palace test, being an official, becoming a loyal minister, or becoming a traitor, or becoming a writer, etc., according to their different choices will have different endings.

Because Meng Fanzhu usually likes to read literature and often considers himself a scholar, he especially likes this game, but his family is more strict and he is facing the college entrance examination, so he can only secretly play for a while and relax after reviewing his homework at night and waiting for his family to sleep.

Maybe because I haven't played a game for a week, I forgot it in excitement, because I love to kick the quilt, and my mother always comes to cover herself around zero o'clock, so just when Meng Fanzhu was lying in front of the laptop and playing happily, he heard the door behind him. Frightened, he vigorously closed the laptop, and it happened that he liked to sleep naked, and his upper body was not clothed, and the closed laptop screen and keyboard clamped the ancestral jade pendant on his neck, and the huge combined force not only cracked the jade, but also shattered the screen and keyboard, and was also connected to the power cord, which caused a small explosion of the notebook, Meng Fanzhu saw a red fire in front of him, but he was wrapped in a crystal white light from the jade pendant, and then his consciousness fell into darkness.

I don't know how long it took for Meng Fanzhu to regain consciousness, but it was dark all around, and he couldn't see his five fingers, as if he had been locked in a small black room. It reminded him of the little black house that his father used to punish him for being disobedient when he was a child.

"Could it be that because I played games, my father locked me up in a small black room again!"

"No, it's so quiet here, there's no sound at all, and you can't feel your body, what's going on?"

"Is it only my consciousness here!" Meng Fanzhu, who has also read online novels, still has a very rich imagination.

"Forget it, if you come here, you will be safe! Originally, I was a person who was at ease with what happened, if I changed to a person with a phobia of confined spaces, or a person with a quick temper, I must not collapse, or our buddies are amazing, and we will not be surprised!" Meng Fanzhu thought a little narcissistically. At this moment, a crystal white light lit up in front of him, just like the white light in the jade, this time the white light was square, like a movie screen, and there were figures swaying on it. When I looked closely, I was startled, isn't this me? Meng Fanzhu above is holding an envelope at home and showing off something to his parents and younger brother! If that's himself, then what is himself here? Meng Fanzhu was completely blinded, and he desperately wanted to rush up the light curtain, but he always kept a distance from the light curtain, just like no matter how far and how fast you run, the moon will always keep that distance from you, neither far nor close. Meng Fanzhu stared at himself in the light curtain tightly, and desperately wanted to get close to the light curtain, and slowly with Meng Fanzhu's life in the light curtain, his mind seemed to be integrated into it.

He saw that what he had just shown off to his family was the admission letter of Long Provincial University, which was the best comprehensive university in the province, and his family was happy for him, his mother praised and praised him, his younger brother surrounded him and asked this and that, and his father wore an apron in the kitchen and living room to go in and out for everyone to eat. With the passage of time, I started my college life, divided into dormitories, met roommates, military training, and classes..... The life of the university was tense and dull, I met a lot of classmates and participated in many activities, but most of the time I lived a life of dormitories, classrooms, cafeterias, and libraries. After graduation, I caught up with the big recruitment of Long Province TV Station, entered the urban channel to engage in editorial work, collected a lot of information on the Internet every day, wrote manuscripts and submitted them to the column group, and my only hobby was to read online novels, play games, or hold the guitar and sing to myself for entertainment. 5 years have passed, some of my classmates have become producers, some have become well-known hosts, and the most powerful ones have been promoted as teachers, and they have also become "senior editors". When I was 30 years old, I went on a blind date under the pressure and arrangement of my parents, and met an ordinary-looking, virtuous and hardworking girl. 1 year later, I got married, and my life since then is also calm and waveless, 33-year-old son, 45-year-old deputy high, level is positive, because the TV station began to develop its own TV series, as a senior editor began to contact the script, during which he was an assistant to the famous screenwriter Gao Mantang in the Northeast! Although he has not written any good books independently, he has really exercised his ability and broadened his horizons. There are also some production companies that offer olive branches, but they are all politely rejected by themselves, for the sake of their parents, for their wives, and for their children, they need a stable job. So he continued to work diligently and conscientiously every day. At the age of 50, he was promoted to chief editor, retired at the age of 65, went home to take his grandson, was hospitalized for heart disease at the age of 75, lying on the hospital bed, thinking back to his dull life, how could he have so much unwillingness in his heart, and a wave of anger for no reason rushed straight to his eyebrows from his heart!

"Smack!" The whole life sounded softly, as if the light curtain had been shattered, and the scattered pieces of light dissolved as quickly as the frost on the window lattice met the sun, and Meng Fanzhu woke up and gradually felt the ...... of his body

"Nan Ke has a dream!"

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