"Ah~" In such a hoarse shout, Song Yong sat up from the bed suddenly.

When he opened his eyes and found the empty shed, he realized that the pictures he had seen before were just false hallucinations in his dreams.

In the first time he fell asleep last night, everything was quite good.

He even dreamed that he was holding the hand of the beautiful girl Wang Xinran, and the two of them were walking on the road to the cinema with popcorn and milk tea in their hands.

The slender fingers of a beautiful girl, that is called a thin and slippery.

Then soon after, everything in the dream changed.

The scene of a big boar as strong as a bison directly crashing into the leader's big tooth resurfaced in his mind like an unresolved soul.

Such a scene, in the past ten days, Song Yong has dreamed of it some times.

If he could barely bear this bloody scene, what really caught him in the nightmare was the subsequent scenes, which he had never seen and dreamed of.

The hunting team that went out hunting that time, except for Song Yong himself, was lucky enough to escape back to the modern plane.

The other fifteen best hunters of the Gray Rabbit Tribe were all killed by the impact and sharp teeth of the big wild boar, and it can be said that the entire Gray Rabbit Tribe was immediately injured.

Then, a new and powerful monster appeared in the river, and any move near the riverbank was at great risk.

In this way, not to mention the fishing that can allow the gray rabbit tribe to continue, even close to the river bank, looking for the kind of wild radish that they eat every day, has become a luxury.

With the gradual arrival of the cold winter, people in the gray rabbit tribe, who lack food and clothing, starve to death and die of disease every day.

In the end, after all the above pictures disappeared, everything in Song Yong's dream was frozen in the Gray Rabbit tribe, the cave fire pond where they lived.

Under the cold wind of winter, the flames that once burned in the fire pit have now weakened too much.

It swayed in the wind, as if it would be completely extinguished in the next second.

What's even worse is that when he dreamed of this scene, an extremely old voice sounded directly in Song Yong's soul: "Come back, come back!"

Song Yongyong swore in anyone's name that it was the first time he had heard this voice.

God knows why? When Song Yong heard such a voice, he had a feeling that came from his blood, and he was extremely familiar.

This situation was not until Song Yong was scared awake.

It is said that he also knows that everything in the dream is false, and even according to the folk elders, everything he dreams in the dream is the opposite.

According to this statement, the small life of the Gray Rabbit Tribe should be extremely nourishing now.

But he didn't know why, he instinctively believed that everything in the dream should be real, at least some of it was real......

Touching a vest with his backhand, Song Yong found that he was sweating profusely in his sleep, and even the T-shirt he was wearing was completely wet.

But after discovering that there was no one in the room, he couldn't care about that anymore.

The poor young man's head was a little dizzy under the toss of the nightmare, and he completely forgot that it was a day off, and thought that the rest of the people in the shed had already gone to work by now.

And for some reason, none of those people called him.

After hurriedly putting on his jeans and stepping on the cottage sneakers with bare feet, Song Yong rushed out with a hard hat.

Just as he was about to rush to the door, the door of the shed was pushed open from the outside.

Then, Lao Liu and a few other familiar workers walked over from the open door, and said to Song Yong: "Mule, there are not many people in line now, hurry up to the project department to get wages." ”

After Song Yong heard this, he slapped his head hard.

I wailed in my heart: "What a thing this is, people are confused." ”

"Well, that's your salary last month. While Wang Xinran said this, he found Song Yong's salary slip,

Then, this girl directly took out a stack of hundred-yuan bills tied up by a note from the safe at her feet and threw them in front of Song Yong.

He said with a smile in his mouth: "Come, give me a smile to my uncle, these will be your rewards." ”

Without any hesitation at all, Song Yong looked at the beautiful little girl, and his face showed a sign smile of a landlord's stupid son.

Suddenly, the flower branches that made Wang smile happily trembled.

Jokes are jokes, looking at the big bill that should be 10,000 yuan, Song Yong still reminded Wang Xinran: "Xinran, don't make a mistake, how can I have so much salary last month; ”

At full cost, he worked 27 days at the construction site last month.

Even though he later changed from a small construction worker to a more skilled masonry, as an apprentice, his salary was the same as that of a small worker, which was 300 a day.

In this way, no matter how you calculate it, it will be 8,100 yuan, where will it be 10,000 so much.

"You're going to be wrong. When the beautiful girl heard this, she glared at Song Yong a little unconvinced, and said so in her mouth.

But even so, there is more coquettishness in it.

Later, she explained: "It can't be wrong! The old nonsense said that after you have learned to be a masonry for a week, you will not be slower than others in building walls, so my brother-in-law said that your salary for the next ten days will be calculated according to the largest of the masonry." ”

"In this case, it will be 9,800 yuan, and then my brother-in-law will give you a bonus of 200 yuan, which is just enough for 10,000 yuan. ”

Vaguely, Song Yong noticed that Wang Xinran's words seemed to omit something.

For example, I don't know whether it was intentional or not, this little girl directly omitted "my brother-in-law" to "brother-in-law", which sounded like the illusion that the two of them were family.

Originally, Song Yong still planned to point this out, but at this time, the workers who were waiting in line outside the door to receive their wages were already shouting impatiently:

"Okay, no, why did it take so long for this kid to get a salary? ”

I felt that Song Yong, who had indeed spent more time than others, could only give up pointing out the little girl's slip of the tongue, quickly signed his name on the pay slip, and walked out.

Before he could take two steps, Wang Xinran whispered from behind him: "Remember the things of the night, don't let me pigeon!"

I don't know why, Song Yong hesitated for more than ten seconds after hearing this.

Then, he turned back to the beautiful girl and made a big OK gesture; looking at this gesture, Wang Xinran's smile at this moment is really more beautiful than a flower.