The rain outside the window is like a tragic plot of a serial, always continuous and endless, always making people hurt endlessly. The pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info curtain gradually weakened, it actually wants to use the air flow to get rid of control and fly like this, but unfortunately it miscalculated its fate of being bound, and can only gradually be infected by the tragic plot little by little, unable to escape.

This time, Ruan Qing didn't wake up in a cold sweat, but when her eyes opened, she understood.

"I'm awake again." Ruan Qing put aside the book on his face, and his cold tone seemed to be a little used to this unreasonable arrangement. She sat up calmly.

"What the hell is wrong with me?" She touched her forehead, trying to make sure she wasn't sick, "What's wrong with me!" These two are the same, but the tone is different. One is to ask what is wrong with this fantastical life, and the other is that she is finally beginning to resolve to face herself.

"What the hell is wrong with me!"

Ruan Qing habitually looked at the empty place yesterday, and the shameless little alarm clock walked quietly like this.

9:00AM

"I've got an hour and a half to think, and by half past ten, I'm going to have to really wake up?" In her mind, she had already regarded 10:30 as the start of the day. Ruan Qing asked herself in a low voice, and then lay back on her bed and thought quietly. "This time, I can't drink anymore."

She seriously thought about yesterday, was that yesterday? Or last time? She doesn't know how to describe this unscientific life in words. Then last time, Ruan Qing, who has obsessive-compulsive disorder, still has to choose a definite statement.

Is everything that happened last time real? Is everything Mom said true? Now I still have the idea of participating in tonight's graduation exhibition in my mind, so does that mean that today is true? Ruan Qing lay on her side facing the wall, thinking, pressing all the gravity against her heart. She didn't notice that facing the wall had become a new habit, and she used to like to have her back to the wall.

What's the difference between facing and backing? From this topic alone, people with a positive attitude must be saying that there is something that is better to face than to face it! But if there is a difference between the habit of sleeping facing the wall and the habit of sleeping with your back to the wall, which one do you think is better? If you take Ruan Qing as an example, Ruan Qing was afraid of nothingness when she was a child. Especially the back of a person, a direction that can never be seen on one's own body has infinite imagination. It's like a child being afraid of a closet that isn't closed, under a desk that doesn't have a chair stuffed, it's a fear of having a terrible vision in an invisible place, so you can face it with peace of mind as long as you lean against the real wall. But when can you change all the habits you have had since childhood?

It can only be shamelessly said that this is called the magic of love. Ruan Qing, who grew up in a happy family, her love reference is that her parents have known each other since childhood and have been in love for a long time, and she is still in love until now. For Ruan Qing in such a family, love is a lifetime, and it needs to be paid with all of it. But once the other party just waved his hand and retreated, losing a part of his life in an instant, Ruan Qing no longer believed in things that seemed reliable. Now she feels that reality is the most terrifying, and nothingness is just a change of state of mind that can be overcome.

It was precisely this kind of thought that felt that reality was terrible, and Ruan Qing completely fell into a dream life. There are always a lot of new and strange people and things in your dreams, and there is no free time for you to worry about real life, and you don't have to face stress and loss. Even nightmares are illusory, and you can wake up and have another dream. So now Ruan Qing, who likes to face the wall, is more like a coward who doesn't want to face it.

"What the hell is wrong with me?" Ruan Qing was still asking herself.

In the last incident, she saw her family crazy about themselves and heartbroken for themselves. The feelings that remain only for the family have strongly touched the weak heart, and this time I really have to make up my mind. No! It can't go on like this! If you don't think about how to face this strange thing, blindly avoiding it is not a solution. If it's just a dream, you should always wake up a little bit when you encounter something exciting. But now it's so exciting that it's dead, and it's always going back, so if it's not a dream but a reality, then what should we do now?

Ruan Qing took a deep breath and lay flat looking at the blank ceiling, in a state of relaxation, she began to think seriously.

First of all, the first question - diary.

Ruan Qing easily touched the diary from the bedside and carefully flipped through the two pages in question. Not last time, and of course she didn't write last time. But there is no diary written last time, the time she ate noodles and died before she died! Although it is now more and more clear that you can remember the contents of the dream and know how you died, but relying on other people's lives to verify your own death, this cycle of dreams is really cruel!

In fact, what is the difference between a diary that exists and a diary that disappears? It's simple, but it's hard to believe in the harsh reality. That is, whether she is reluctant or not, she has been living on the 17th of repeated death! In addition to the content, the only thing in these two diaries is that the date is different, the existing diary is the 16th of the wrong date, and the disappeared when she clearly wrote today's date, which is the 17th. Is it a coincidence that this day is so special? All of them need to be experimented to verify.

The second problem is that last time there were a lot of things that didn't circulate.

The first thing that doesn't circulate is, nosebleeds! It is precisely because the nosebleed is the body's own reaction that it is uncontrollable. If Ruan Qing hadn't had a nosebleed, maybe she wouldn't have found the disappeared diary! Is it like there is a force in the dark pushing Ruan Qing to find the difference, and then change the ending he was destined to be?

Ruan Qing smiled unconsciously, maybe only arrogant human beings would instill all invisible forces in their bodies, thinking that everything in the world was born for their own operations. But in this farcical nightmare, isn't Ruan Qing the protagonist in her dream?

The third question - the old question! Last time, how did you die? Can you get an answer today?

The last time I overslept because of drinking, I escaped two ways to die, and Ruan Qing can drink. But her systemic reaction yesterday was like an allergy, a very serious allergy, but in the section of the road from sobering up to going to her mother, what caused the allergy? And can allergies be fatal?

One last question - alarm clock.

Ruan Qing had been thinking about the second question since the alarm clock had already gone off. But a kind of psychological procrastination that she was unwilling to start a new day made her delay in pressing the alarm clock. However, now that all the questions were almost over, Ruan Qing suddenly found that the hands of the alarm clock had not moved at all.

The rain was still falling outside the window, and the curtains were twitching impatiently in the wind. However, the alarm clock keeps going off but does not move, which is not like a normal alarm clock. And in this abnormal time and space, can time also be stopped? Ruan Qing picked up the mobile phone on the bedside and looked at it, the time of the mobile phone did not move, and it was different from the time of the alarm clock. Could it be that the phone is also broken? Or is there something unknown with the phone as well?

This is really the funniest question of all the problems I found in this dream!