Hell, the dream was so clear that it almost became a memory of what I had experienced. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Han Dong closed his eyes and felt that the memories of the dream were so clear: the dilapidated Citroen car, the loud and loud Director Liu, the mountain of case files, Zhao Zhijing kneeling in front of him and kowtowing, the ward filled with disinfectant water, and the collection of award-winning papers of the National Court Academic Forum, "Legal Research", "China Law" and other high-end legal journals in the library. The torrent of memories rushed out, and a series of pictures and words instantly swiped Han Dong's brain.

Even though he was as young as nineteen-year-old Han Dong, he couldn't help but have a splitting headache.

The pain was so short and clear, and it didn't take long for Han Dong to recover. He had to figure out if he was in a dream or in reality. It was too neurotic to slap himself, and the character of the lewd uncle played a role, Han Dong pretended to be asleep, and his feet inadvertently reached the thigh of the girl opposite the seat, and rubbed it vigorously.

Soft, the first feeling is soft, then elastic, delicate to the touch, almost visible skin smooth. When he got on the train, Han Dong found the girl opposite, about twenty years old, with long yellow-brown hair, hanging down naturally, on a slightly thin fragrant shoulder, the face shape is the melon seed face that Han Dong likes, white and tender can pinch out the water, a pair of smiling eyes, and a little cherry mouth.

At this time, it was already September, and the weather in the north was getting colder, and the girl wrapped her slender figure in a tweed coat.

However, Han Dong's eyes were very thief, and at a glance, he stared at the plump hill slightly exposed between the collar of the girl's coat. Looking at the dress and dress, Han Dong, who had just climbed out of the ravine, couldn't say what the girl was doing. Since Han Dong sat across from her, his eyes never left the girl's pretty face.

The girl had already been stared at a little strangely by Han Dong's straight eyes, and glared at him fiercely, Han Dong turned his head as if he was caught as a thief, but he still secretly looked at the girl from the window glass of the train. A young man who has just fallen in love and is fledgling is fascinated by a woman with all kinds of charms, and he loses his basic etiquette.

Soft and elastic. That's all Han Dong feels, well, it seems that it is indeed a dream. It's not enough yet. slapped Han Dong and blinded him. Han Dong's slap mark on the left side of his face was clearly visible, and it quickly became red and swollen. It seems that the girl has a lot of hands.

Han Dong was in pain, and basically determined that this was not a dream. "Why are you hitting me?" Han Dong covered his left cheek, stared at the girl with innocent eyes, and quietly withdrew his foot.

A cold light flashed in the girl's eyes, "Because you should fight." Han Dong didn't dare to make a fuss, muttering that he wanted to say something but didn't say it.

Han Dong's cousin is rich, and he slept more exaggerated at this time, and Harazi drenched most of the small coffee table on the train, and he didn't notice Han Dong's predicament at all.

The girl obviously also saw the decline of Dafu, and knew that he was with Han Dong, so she couldn't help but pout her mouth with contempt, raised her fist at Han Dong, and motioned not to mess with me and then turned her face.

Although he was beaten by a beautiful woman, Han Dong was not angry at all. It's really just a dream, but the memory in his mind seems to be true, although Han Dong doesn't know what to do, he feels that he has matured in an instant and has become a middle-aged uncle full of experience. Don't live like that. After knowing that he was still on the train to the university, Han Dong secretly clenched his fists.

"Dear passengers, the terminal of your train is about to arrive, please bring your own luggage and take care of your children... The conductor's voice suddenly remembered, and his cousin Dafu woke up violently, "Damn, Dongzi, why did you flow so much?" Dafu's words were amazing, Han Dong pouted, didn't bother to take care of him, and continued to think about life.

In the dream, Han Dong's mother died in 2010 because of a heart attack and had no money to treat it, and now it's 2006, if the dream is true, then the mother only has four years to live? Han Dongbei came from it, he has always only cared about going to school, and his mother's physical condition is getting worse and worse, and he occasionally notices it, but he doesn't care much.

"Hey, hey, hey, it's just that you don't mess around, you can't cry, do you?" Dafu looked at Han Dong, and the corners of his eyes were full of tears, and he hurriedly said. Han Dong wiped away his tears and borrowed a mobile phone from Dafu to call his mother. He's going to check it out.

"Dongzi, are you at school?" Hearing his mother's familiar voice, Han Dong's heart warmed. "Not yet, Mom, you've been in poor health lately, do you have a heart attack, you tell me the truth."

There was silence on the other end of the phone, and then the mother's voice came again, "No, no, who are you listening to nonsense, you study hard, don't care about anything else." After hanging up the phone, Han Dong's mood was gloomy.

It seems that most of the things about my mother suffering from heart disease are true. So that long dream is also true? Is it your own future experience, or is it a microcosm of parallel space? Tian Dong touched his head, confused.

But the matter of my mother's illness is not far from ten. When he thought of being separated from his mother after four years, Han Dong felt sad. Now that you have a foresight of the future, you must make some preparations to prevent this family accident. Han Dong made up his mind, although he didn't know how to do it, but with future memories, it should be much easier, right?

"Dongzi, what do you want? Get out of the car" Dafu had already taken his luggage and pushed Han Dong, who was in a daze. "Oh" Han Dong got up mechanically and followed Dafu out of the train station.

In 2006, Binhai, nicknamed "the largest rural village in the country", the railway station was also dilapidated, the street lights were half-lit, and Dafu and Han Dongshen walked out of the square with one shallow foot. It was already eleven o'clock in the evening when I got off the bus.

Dafu has been working in Guangzhou for many years, and in the eyes of his parents, he is clear about the outside world, Han Dong's father was unable to send Han Dong due to motion sickness, and Dafu was "entrusted with a heavy responsibility". "Driver, how do you take the bus from Binhai University?" Daifu stopped a security guard at the edge of the square of a train station and asked.

Han Dong couldn't help but laugh, at this time, where was there a bus to Binhai University at eleven o'clock, and he could only take a taxi, but despite this, the senior brothers and sisters who welcomed the new students had already withdrawn, and even if they went to school at this moment, there was no place to stay.

Han Dong was inconvenient to say, so he pulled Dafu and said that we would go to dinner first, find a place to sleep for one night, and then go to school to report the next day. Probably because there was no result in asking for directions, Dafu was also a little angry, and scolded "This coastal is really broken, it's still a municipality directly under the central government, and it's not even as good as the towns and villages in Guangzhou."

Han Dong nodded, it is indeed broken, even the railway station, which belongs to the CBD of the city, does not have more than ten floors of buildings, at eleven o'clock in the evening, there are only stars and lights around the railway station, and there is no brilliant metropolis atmosphere.

But don't worry, according to the memory of the dream, in another ten years, the development of Binhai will be turned upside down. The square in front of you will soon be home to an iconic mechanical clock, surrounded by high-rise buildings such as the Golden Tower, and a subway that will take travelers to all corners of the waterfront.

As he walked to a small restaurant around the square, Han Dong found the girl on the train again, dragging a large suitcase, standing on the side of the road and struggling to wave to the passing taxi. Unfortunately, most taxis are full, and they are in a hurry and ignore the beckoning of the beauties on the side of the road.

Han Dong retracted his gaze, touched the still hot slap print, and smashed his mouth like an aftertaste, this girl is spicy enough. "Dongzi, the mark on your face is this girl's masterpiece, right?" Dafu hugged Han Dong's shoulders and squeezed his eyebrows. "Get out" Han Dong knocked off Dafu's obscene hand, and he pretended to be asleep knowing that his younger brother was beaten.

The two ate dumplings, found a 20 yuan a night chase shop, and endured the smell of their feet and slept for one night.