Song Xiaofu woke up and found himself lying by a stream. www.biquge.info"Where is this? How could I be here? Didn't I live in an inn? What the hell is going on?" The creek looked very familiar, like the creek that had made him find the waterhole, Song Xiaofu was confused: "Could it be that I dreamed?" He remembered that he was rescued by an old man who was fishing, gave him clothes to wear, and gave him silver to go home. He felt in his pocket, and the silver was gone, and the clothes were gone, still an old one. "Did I really dream? But why do I remember it so clearly? I saw so many people, and they made me feel so dear. But how could I be here? It seems that I am really dreaming, this is really a dream. Maybe I'm homesick. But...... How could I come here to dream?" he became, and the more he thought about it, the more confused he became, and his mind was full of dreams.

When he was about to go back to the hut, he realized that he was hungry and panicked, as if he had not eaten for several days. "Could it be that I have been in this dream for several days?" he thought about the dream, and it was really several days, "Why do I even remember those small things in the dream?" Song Xiaofu smiled bitterly, patted his stomach and said, "You bear with it." He walked down the stream and found that the stream, though familiar, was more unfamiliar. He made a roundabout way to the dark, but he didn't even walk back to the waterhole.

Hungry and tired, he found a sheltered place to sit down. He thought he was ridiculous, but he thought it was weird. He felt that everything in the dream was real, not a dream. He fell asleep in a drowsy state. In his sleep he dreamed that a rabbit came running over and hit him under a tree to give himself a good meal. He skinned and dirty the rabbits, washed them by the river, and then picked up firewood to roast the rabbits, and soon the rabbits came out with an attractive aroma.

"It smells so good!" a seductive aroma woke him from his sleep, and he found that there was a fire in front of him roasting a rabbit, and the enticing aroma made him even hungrier. But his heart was even more furious, and in the middle of the night in this deep mountain wilderness, a fire suddenly appeared, and a roasted rabbit suddenly appeared, and he couldn't help but imagine many terrifying ghost pictures in his mind. "Who is it? Who is joking with me? Come out quickly!" he shouted with great audacity, but no one answered. "Didn't I just dream?" By the light of the fire he found no one else on the ground except his own footprints. He really believed he wasn't dreaming. He picked up the roasted rabbit and took a bite, which was smooth and tender in his mouth, "It's so delicious, I roasted it so deliciously." He was strange, but he couldn't take care of it so much, and his stomach was so hungry that he couldn't stand it, so he ate the rabbit in one go. My stomach was full, I was sleepy again, and I slept until dawn.

He thought he would soon return to the waterhole, but after walking for three days in a row, he turned out to be farther and farther, and he was simply confused. I thought of 10,000 reasons, but I didn't explain the strange things I had been doing these days. "Maybe I'm dreaming, I'm sleeping in a hut. He didn't dare to think about it except to comfort himself like this, he was afraid that he would be confused. The only thing he had to do was keep walking, going on and on, until he woke up. But the dream seemed to be getting stronger and stronger, and on this day he walked along the stream to the Yangtze River and to a market town.

To his surprise, however, was that the market town was all too familiar to him, and that he had been to it a few days earlier—and he suspected that he had been there in his dreams. He said to himself, "There's an inn in front of me, and I've stayed there." "Sure enough, there's an inn in front of you. found that Xiao Er was also the one who received him. He leaned on the counter, leaned his face close to the shopkeeper, and asked, "Do you know me?"

The shopkeeper looked at him for a while, and suddenly said angrily: "Stinky boy, it's you, I remember, it's you, you ran away without paying." Don't think that if you pretend to be weird, Lao Tzu won't know you. Song Xiaofu opened his mouth wide, and was surprised for a long time before he said, "Have you really seen me? Have I really been here?" He clearly remembered that he had been here, lived here, and eaten. But when I woke up overnight, why did I go deep into the mountains?

The shopkeeper said: "You still have to pay the accommodation fee." ”

Song Xiaofu said: "I'll give, I'll give." He groped in his arms for a long time, couldn't stretch out his hand, and said, "I don't have any silver." The shopkeeper said: "You're fooling me, aren't you? Which kid are you? Lao Tzu will be evil if he doesn't teach you today." ”

Song Xiaofu saw that the shopkeeper rolled up his sleeves and beat people, but fortunately he hadn't gotten home in a daze, so he hurriedly grabbed the road and fled. Flee until there is no one on the riverside before stopping.

He was full of chaos, and it took him a long time to calm down, he remembered many things from his memory, how he knew Yang Jineng, remembered his mother's death, remembered many things about his wandering rivers and lakes, and knew Wu An'an, how he fell off the cliff, and how he lived by the waterhole for more than a year...... Thinking of these, he remembered them all clearly and vividly. He also remembers how he had dived into a hole at the bottom of a waterhole and was washed up on the Yangtze River. He was on this Yangtze River and was rescued by Wu Xing, an old man who fished. Wu Xing knew everything about him and wanted to send him back to Hangzhou, so he went ashore on the Yangtze River and stayed in this market town...... All this is true, not a dream, no! It is not a dream! The warm sun, the cool wind, the waves of the river, the fishing boats on the river, and the fisherman's trumpet song...... It's all real, it's real, it's all real, it's not a dream. But when I woke up one night, how did I go back to the mountains?

He didn't dare to go back to the market town, so he asked passers-by for the direction of going to Hangzhou, and went back to Hangzhou. No matter how many dream-like things have happened these days, but in general, he has left the waterhole and is heading towards Hangzhou, which is getting closer and closer. Thinking that he would be able to see his father and Chen Wanxia soon, he even smiled in his sleep, and he was the only moment when he was the most peaceful and happy. Because his nightmare began again.

Song Xiaofu woke up and found that everything in front of him had changed. The ruined temple where he slept yesterday was gone, and what appeared in front of him was still a familiar but more unfamiliar stream, and in an instant, Song Xiaofu was in a cold sweat and stunned. Then he found a branch and whipped himself frantically until he couldn't stand the pain anymore, and then he stopped, and found that his body was covered with blood-red marks. He jumped into the stream again, and he wanted to be awake, even if he was still in the waterhole when he woke up.

However, everything was in vain, he didn't wake up from a dream, he really didn't know what he should do now, he had never seen it like he was now. This seems to be a dream, not a dream, it is not a dream, he is completely confused, he is muddy down the stream, and the only sober thought he has now is to go home. His consciousness told him that he was going home, and he saw his father and Chen Wanxia......

He was neither hungry nor thirsty, so he walked until it was dark, until his feet were weak, until he fell to the ground and fell asleep, he was sick, he was sick, and at this moment he suddenly found that the cold winter had suddenly come, and he had nowhere to hide and no way to keep warm. In fact, this time is already a harsh winter, but during this time he is confused and confused, and he can't remember these clearly. This time the cold wave invaded the body, and the illness was not light, and the person became haggard all of a sudden. At night, he was half awake and half asleep, as if in a dream, as if he saw a fierce hungry wolf walking to his side, he picked up an iron gun and killed the wolf, peeled off the wolf's skin and draped it on his body, and immediately warmed up.

When he woke up, he was really covered in wolf skin, the blood had not dried, and the smell of fish was still there, and the wolf corpse was lying on the ground with blood. He looked at his hands, "I really had to kill the wolf, but what about the iron spear?" He doesn't care, anyway, there are too many strange things. He wanted to bring the wolf to the barbecue, but found that there was no fire on him. Song Xiaofu secretly smiled bitterly: "Maybe I'm dreaming again tonight, maybe I'll have everything at dawn." ”

He was hungry and tired, he couldn't walk, and he didn't want to go. Lying down in the place last night, although the wolf skin gave him protection from the wind and cold, he still had a fever, and the fever was not light. But he slept very deeply, and only woke up in a trance when it was nearly dark. He found a roasted pheasant, still warm. "I, I didn't dream, this ...... In broad daylight....Did I dream?" Song Xiaofu couldn't understand it even more, and he didn't want to understand it. But the chicken seemed to have a miraculous effect, and he stuffed the whole chicken into his stomach, slept one night, and the next day he was completely cured.

As soon as he recovered, he began to walk again. Whether he walked to a populated place or walked back to a waterhole, he had to go, and he couldn't wait for death. He walked for half a month, walked out of the deep mountains, and came to the edge of the Yangtze River.