As a good young man in the new era, Mo Xie has long been immune to most anecdotes, and like many young people of his age, his dreams at night are much more colorful than those anecdotes.

It's just that this night......

"Little brother, I see your bones are strange, this "Yijin Jing" will be handed over to you, the friendship price, ten yuan. ”

Looking at the old man in front of him who was wearing a ragged Taoist robe and had an explosive style, Mo Ye felt weird.

"That's not right...... Mo Xie muttered, "I haven't reminisced about Xingye's works recently...... Could it be that I was too impressed by it before?"

A classic is a classic, even if you watch "Iron Man" many times, you will still dream of such a scene with a local flavor in your bones.

"Alright, let's go look elsewhere. Mo Xie knew that he was dreaming, but even if he was dreaming, he didn't like to squat with an old beggar.

He turned his gaze and swept the street to one side, and when he saw the familiar street scene and his own figure falling on the window of a store on the street, he immediately knew where he had come.

This is a special ability that Mo Xie has only discovered in recent years - he can determine whether he is dreaming or not, and then do whatever he wants in his dream.

He once thought he was watching too much Inception, but then he was completely different.

"It's really unforgettable when the teeth are still intact......

casually bought a large handful of fried food from a roadside stall with coins that appeared in his pocket at some point, and Mo Ye was suddenly full of cows.

When he was a child, he didn't know how to protect his teeth, and his big tooth on one side was broken, and when he went to the hospital, he didn't repair it, so from then on, he said goodbye to the food that tested his teeth.

Looking at the big bag he was holding in his hand now, which was filled with fried glutinous rice balls and fried chicken legs, he knew that what had just flowed out of his hand was a red skin.

He took out a string of glutinous rice balls and took a bite, using the big tooth on his right, which was his means of confirming whether he was dreaming or not - although he had felt it before, it was not bad to add an extra layer of insurance.

If you have a toothache, then you are awake and have just wasted a red skin, and if your teeth don't hurt, then you should go back and ask for hot sauce, the food in your dreams always tastes too light.

At the thought of hot sauce, Mo Ye almost drooled......

It's been a long time since I've eaten hot sauce, and I feel like crying at the thought of the taste......

When you take a bite, there is only a mouthful of fragrance, and there is no pain between chewing, only the fullness of glutinous rice grains sliding between your teeth and tongue.

Although he knew that he was dreaming, Mo Ye felt an unprecedented sense of satisfaction, his nose was hot, and the heat flow in his eyes was almost about to slide out.

It's just that the food at this time is not in perfect form......

"Boss, hot sauce!"

Turning back, Mo Ye was very familiar with it, and he didn't care that there were still rice grains in his mouth at this time.

"Little brother, you really don't think about it anymore? As long as ten yuan, no, nine dollars and eight! you can become a hero who protects world peace. It was like seeing the big patron jian businessman, and the old beggar on the side came over with a flattering smile on his face.

"Alas, are the people in my dreams so dedicated......"

Mo Xie turned his head and looked at the old beggar on the side - that standard attire, above the neck were characters from Xingye's movie, but below the neck were nondescript tattered robes.

"If you don't think this is good, I still have ...... here" The old beggar smelled the smell of business, quickly lifted the strap on one side of the robe, and then pulled.

"it!"

Mo Xie opened his mouth wide, he didn't close it for a long time, and he didn't even react when the small half of the glutinous rice ball in his mouth fell out.

There was no him, but the old beggar opened his robe like Batman unfolding his cloak—the inside of the robe had been modified, and a book was inserted in the bag on the inside of the clothes, showing his cover in front of Mo Ye's eyes like a shelf.

If it was in the real world outside, this scene would definitely make people on the street watch and take pictures, and then, the next day, the old beggar would be attacked by the scarf. Mo Ye can almost think of the text title on the scarf - "The laughter of the "master of the world", as long as 9.8!"

This was Mo Ye's dream, so when he thought of this old beggar, he really shouted as if he had been beaten with chicken blood:

"Don't want ninety-nine-eight! Don't want ninety-eight! Just nine pieces of eight! As long as nine pieces of eight! The "Yijin Sutra" is fully dissolved and taken home!

The old beggar seemed to be possessed by an actor for a moment, and his eyes were blazing, as if he could see the soul of Mo Xie......

“……”

Mo Xie was taken by his momentum, and for a while, he really took out a banknote from his pocket, and he was snatched by the old beggar without even looking at himself.

"You ......" Mo Ye suddenly came to life, out of the sluggish state just now, he pointed at the old beggar and forgot that he was dreaming for a while.

"Hurry up and return the money to me, or I'll report it!" Mo Xie is usually a Sven person, and he can hardly even use a swear word "", let alone a fight. So, even if he was angry, he just pointed at the old beggar's nose and ordered him to pay him back.

"Little brother, don't be impatient, give ~~"

The old beggar took out a book from his bosom with lightning speed, and stuffed it into Mo Ye's hand without even looking at it.

And, of course, along with the two cents he didn't know when he was ready.

Then, just a time for Mo Xie to shake his mind, he left the scene of the incident as if he had opened some kind of plug-in, and it was impossible for humans to achieve it.

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"it!"

In a corner of the city, Mo Ye sat up abruptly on a single bed, and then punched out at the air.

"Nima, I knew it was a dream......"

Mo Ye lay down again later, it was still dark outside, and he couldn't figure out what time it was.

He went to sleep again, and tomorrow he was going to the street to find a job.

Mo Xie is an orphan (the designer of the identity background is too troublesome, so he will use it), he has just graduated from a public university and has no connections of his own, so if he can't find a job tomorrow, then he won't be able to pay the rent of this house next month.

The night outside the window was like water, and it was no different from every night he had spent in the city before, except that he didn't notice a single detail.

Just now, a meteor streaked across the night sky.

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The New Year is just around the corner, and the weather has been quite warm lately, so the streets are bustling with people.

The job fair is after the New Year, but Mo Ye can't wait for the New Year.

Having the last red skin left on your body is a danger for anyone, except, of course, beggars.

Why did I suddenly think of beggars?

Walking on the street with his hands in his pockets, Mo Xie thought of this stubble inexplicably, and suddenly his whole person shook.

"Little brother, I see your bones are strange, the friendship price of this "Yijin Jing" is only ten yuan, you take it. ”

Nima, am I still dreaming......

Walking to the corner of the street, Mo Ye saw such a figure:

Tattered robes, exploding heads, holding an old book of thread nails, looking at you with great sincerity.

The old beggar who appeared in last night's dream really appeared here at this time, surrounded by a group of passers-by taking pictures with their mobile phones.

He nodded sincerely to everyone who looked at him on the street corner, and then blurted out the joke he had just made.

"......" Mo Ye had a strong psychological endurance and did not call out on the spot. It's just that his mouth twitched, and from the shape of his mouth, it was impossible to tell whether he wanted to say the "nine" character of "ninety-ninety-eight" or the "lying" character of "lying groove".

When the old beggar saw him, it was as if he had seen the great patron he had been waiting for.

"Little brother, it's you! Ninety-nine-eight, no! Ninety-eight! Take this book!"

Mo Ye looked at the guy in front of him who grabbed his leg, and his brain suddenly crashed.

"Nightmare come true......"

When I looked up again, a frying stall was on the side......

"......"

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