Today's training program was just as much fun as hide and seek. It is said to test their memory, but in fact, there is also the ability to observe. It is not easy to memorize and discover the differences in moving objects that are placed irregularly. I hope they can draw inferences from each other and understand a lot of things, and many of the things that can save their lives are details.

We refer to a high degree of mental concentration as concentration, and concentration is something that is easy for children to achieve. There are so many things that can affect concentration for adults.

Of course, I'm talking about things that I like. But I guess no one likes to observe and remember a bunch of canned boxes. But there is no way, not all the time we can do what we like. Focus is either a talent or a high level of self-control.

I need them to be free and control their form at all times so that they can get a chance of life in times of crisis. Some skills usually seem to be useless, and maybe they can only rely on this at critical moments.

I sat on the sidelines and watched them fail one by one, which was completely expected by me. Xiao Yin was also among them, standing next to me with a wry smile. If it's really that easy, then what do you need me to train? Anyway, it's still a long time, and you'll master the method slowly, after all, no one wants to fail all the time.

So throughout the day, all the people kept repeating. Everyone looked very tired, and mental work was no less than half as easy as physical work. Everyone was rubbing their temples constantly, and I told everyone to stop, it would be demonic if it went on like this.

At dinner I proposed to let the lads put on a couple of shows to ease the nerves of the day. Because they are all young people, everyone seems to be very open. Koin sang a song I don't know the name of, and although there was no musical accompaniment, his voice was very good. I listened to it and fell into it:

I want to dream of an old street and alley

Dusty streets with unpaved bluestone bricks

A hill that has carried countless years

And those dreams that can't get out of that river

I want to dream of a quiet village

Situated next to a quiet birch forest

There is no constant restless panic

There are also no so-called confusions

I guess he's just lonely

In the long river of years, hunger and cold

I want to dream about that time

The girl singing by the river

Cloth clothes that can't be washed

A little song teased by a child's bamboo flute

Tunes of unknown rhythms

I lay down under a tree and lit a cigarette from the years

Even the wind laughs at my leisurely ......

Good things are very quiet, and they are only in the past, but unfortunately we who have experienced those quiet years never seem to want to cherish it. Not all of what we desperately run away from is what we loathe, and what we desperately seek may not be the best. We will only fall into a cycle of reincarnation, constantly fleeing and seeking.

After the meal, everything is as usual, still playing hide and seek. Obviously, playing today is much better than yesterday. It's full of routines, and it's quite interesting. Xiao Yin asked me, "Did you have any training before becoming a killer?" ”

I nodded: "There used to be an old man living here, and now he is also lying here, he is my master." ”

"Then he must be a very powerful killer. ”

He thinks so himself, and he always says it. ”

"Haha, then how did he train you. Xiao Yin continued to ask

"I have a poor foundation, and he has a lot of routines. I said lightly.

"Then why did you become a killer? ”

I pondered for a while, and as if I couldn't think of any particularly appropriate reason, I said, "Have you ever asked your brother this question?" ”

"Of course I asked, and he said it was because it was cooler. ”

"Well, it's cool. I repeated his words and said no more.

It seemed that the atmosphere was awkward all of a sudden, Xiao Yin thought about it and asked: "You must be more comfortable, if you like it, you can do it, and if you don't like it, stop it." ”

"If you're free enough, there's bound to be something else with you. ”

Xiao Yin asked curiously, "What is it?"

"It's loneliness. I said lightly.

"I don't like to be alone, it's a group of people who are happy. ”

I took a deep puff of my cigarette, then slowly exhaled it, and said slowly, "So, there will always be a choice, and there will always be a price, and sometimes the choice is not up to us, we just have to bear the cost." I envy you too. ”

Xiao Yin suddenly laughed, laughing loudly, and the sound echoed in the courtyard of the factory. I don't know why I feel so much sadness. The original dilapidated factory building was inexplicably desolate in the moonlight.

Actually, I would love to ask him if he likes his life now. That's something I've been thinking about lately. But after thinking about it, forget it, everyone has different things to face, and what does other people's answers mean to themselves.

So I asked him, "What's the name of the song you just sang?"

He took a cigarette from my cigarette case, lit it and said lightly, "This song is called, not a dream." ”

I nodded, "That's good." ”

Actually, there are a few more sentences in the back. He hummed softly again.

The past is always intertwined with fantasy

It's us who just reminisce about the future

Or live back to the past

Beautiful things are always like that

It is neither old nor withered

People are growing old in a hurry

Not as good as memory

Not forgotten

Death is inevitable

But I just want to dream.