The cool breeze of the night invaded the gap in the quilt slightly, and the girl lying on the bed shrunk her neck and hugged the quilt tighter. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info Desperate mosquitoes are constantly scrutinizing outside the mosquito net, where is the entrance to the Peach Blossom Spring. It was supposed to be time for a good night's sleep, but she suddenly started talking in her dreams, first muttering as if she was a little annoyed, and then she was so anxious that she needed to wave her hands in the air! It's like there's a person on her mosquito net arguing with her face-to-face, but that person is silent all the time.

After a while, her delicate face began to sweat, and her mouth gradually changed from a series of vague syllables to two repeated words:

"Ruan Qing! Nguyen Qing! Nguyen Qing! ……！！ ”

Old horror stories always say that if you have a nightmare, it's not scary to dream about anything! The scariest thing is that someone keeps calling their names in the dream! Over and over again, over and over again, all the time calling out his name. That means "they" have found you! And who are they? Hell knows. But this girl with a beautiful face is wrinkled and sweaty, but she keeps calling her name, what does that mean?

Call......

The wind outside the window blew up the curtains, making its own contribution to the silent night in its own unique way, but Ruan Qing shook her head violently in a sweat.

"Ruan Qing! Nguyen Qing! Nguyen Qing!! ……！ Yes!!!!!! ”

With a final cry of terror, she finally woke up from her nightmare. Heavy breathing, head confusion, quilt completely soaked with sweat. She looked around the dark and quiet bedroom, familiar and unfamiliar.

"Am I finally awake?"

Ruan Qing silently bit her tongue with her teeth, it hurt! In fact, she also knows that even in a dream, it will hurt. Because in her dreams, she has tried thousands of ways! It's all painful! It's just that if she doesn't, she'll be uneasy......

With a sigh, he wiped the beads of sweat from his forehead with his right hand. I fumbled and turned on the lamp at the head of the bed, picked up the diary that was long at the head of the bed, and began to write down those absurd dreams again. The faint orange light at the head of the bed shone on the side of Ruan Qing's face, and she was expressionless like a psychic in the dark, silently recording the stories of another world until someone discovered their value. But this "psychic" made our psychic use up a lot of energy, and the original Juanxiu's words became crooked, and even the date was written incorrectly.

"Thursday, May 16, 2013,

Today's dreams are still as unclear as ever between reality and dreams, always so close to everything familiar in real life. Sometimes I really get caught up in it! However, this time, it made me desperately wish I could stay in my dreams for a longer time! Even though the dream is the same heartbreaking ending! ”

On the beige paper in the diary, a vague circle is slowly expanding, just like a lack in Ruan Qing's heart, slowly and helplessly expanding. She couldn't help but take a deep breath and looked up to keep the tears in her eyes. Perhaps only in this way can more broken circles be suppressed, and little by little her last reason will be devoured. Holding back tears, his hands trembled and he continued to write:

"On the street outside my grandmother's house, there was no moon or stars in the dark night sky, only a few dim street lamps. The dim colors are like the traces of the passage of time on a shabby painting. And I hurried down the street, my collar obscuring most of my face, like a female spy who had just finished an assassination and walked vigilantly down the empty street.

Suddenly! A large black figure floated by. The dark night, the dim light, at that moment, I didn't even have to turn around to know who the tall figure was. The frantically beating heart was repeating itself in self-hypnosis, it couldn't be him. It can't be him! It can't be him! I still want to spread the painful heart well, but the tears of indisputability can't be stopped. It turned out that in the uncontrolled dream, I still couldn't stop thinking about him. Alas!

Just like in reality, when I wanted to look back for him, there was no one left on the empty street...... Alas! ”

Whenever Ruan Qing wrote down a sigh, she sighed. His head was lowered, and his eyes were involuntarily empty, but as soon as he let go, a vague circle dripped on the paper, and he might even want to persuade Ruan Qing with these uncontrollable tears! With its small power, a word "alas" was blurred! Ruan Qing pursed her lips and continued to write.

Then I woke up in a living room that was completely unfamiliar, but my consciousness told me that it was home, and the bright sunlight shone on everything in the living room, refracting everything into light and shadow. In fact, everything is like an abstract painting made of glass, and you can't see anything but know what it is. On the low coffee table next to my left there is a clear glass vase, and there are pink flowers on the clear water! An inner voice happily told me that it was a rose!

At the dining table in the distance, a tall man in a white T-shirt was tinkering with something, and as he turned to look at him, he could feel his shy smile. At that moment, my heart was as pink as a rose in a glass bottle, but at the same time, I began to realize that all this was just a dream. But I couldn't help but feel happy, even in a vague dream. Because all this is fantasizing countless times in the mind, me and his future!

Vaguely, he walked over with a smile and surrounded himself tightly with the most reluctant hug! It was only in his embrace that I found that this silent sense of security was more comfortable than all the beautiful voices. But there was no familiar temperature in this hug, and the little smell of prickly on his body.

Although I knew it was a dream, I still didn't want to wake up in this beautiful dream. If only you could keep hugging! Perhaps it is also a kind of happiness to live in vague dreams for the rest of your life!!!!!! ”

Ruan Qing excitedly wrote a lot of exclamation points, and the uncontrollable strength even cut through the innocent white paper. She couldn't help frowning, biting her lower lip hard, and slowly a new circle lowered, playing its fuzzy game between the paper and the words, only this small red circle had more ability to cover.

"Wonderful? Can it only be remembered in dreams? It's hard to accept, and the pain in my heart is constantly expanding and accumulating in a small space, and everything seems to be on the verge of collapse. And I just want to sleep in his embrace.

But it was too late to be nostalgic, and the scene changed. It's still a familiar place, it's a small slope that I walked to school from childhood to adulthood. However, this time he stood at the top of the slope, as if he was walking at the highest peak of the whole relationship, bowing his head and pitying me at the bottom of the thin place. Still smiling shyly, he shook his raised right hand!

Overjoyed, I thought he was calling himself over, but a very nasty voice said, "Goodbye, goodbye forever." "What is this!? Do you even have to review his departure in your dreams? I could only wave my hands excitedly, wanting him to see my shouts!

"Don't leave me! Don't leave me! ”

But this short distance slope could not be finished, and he had been standing on the commanding heights of our feelings and gradually blurred.

In the past, this kind of time when you have been trapped in the saddest feelings should wake up. But the strange thing is that when I will cry in and out of my dreams, I am still asleep in my dreams, and I don't feel like I'm about to wake up. It's as if the pain in front of me is just a foreshadowing of the ending of the final story, but it only slightly stimulates the nerves of grief.

In the dream, the scene changed again, the gray sky gave people an oppressive color, and only the sound of machinery echoed in the ears of the empty car. It seems that the car on the road that can never be walked is like this, and nothing appears on the side of the mountain, and the lonely self has completely lost the desire to leave.

"It's time to stop."

A deep male voice came from nowhere, cold as if an emotionless machine was making a snapping sound. The car that was speeding around the mountain road at a constant speed suddenly drove up, and the inexplicable sense of fear gradually spread, but the heart that already knew that he was dreaming felt a strange tranquility, as if he had given up all the struggles and quietly accepted the arrangement of fate.

The car finally stopped rushing out of the cliff against the mountain road, and everything became lighter, like a slow and gentle waltz, with a slightly sad song thrown into the air and the spinning body was unprecedentedly relaxed. So be it, and you won't have to worry about it anymore! It's like an unrelated bystander watching his body fall apart, red blood adding a heavy color to the gray background. As the body of the carriage kept tumbling, he suddenly saw a blue sky outside the car that was suddenly exceptionally clear, and in an instant, the appearance of his parents suddenly appeared in front of him. The heart is pressed heavily, and the heart that originally gave up on life for the unknown gray future feels strongly unwilling! Why? Why should I give up! Feeling unwilling self-esteem, I tried to wake up from this dream, but I couldn't wake up. The spread of red invaded the whole world, and I began to shake my head violently and shout my name loudly! But several times when I was about to wake up, a bunch of red hands kept pulling me back! I can only keep shouting, and I can feel the brains in the real world colliding!

One of the terrible dreams is that when you wake up and are about to escape the nightmare, you are forced to keep going back and forth between the dream and reality, and you are forced to watch the end of the nightmare! Yin Hong's world, the feeling of pain lingers. But why is my corpse smiling and getting happier?

This shocking feeling is still terrifying, even though I know it's all a dream. Could it be that I am too indulged in the emotion of falling out of love to have such a nightmare? But that's no longer an ordinary loss! Is that still yourself? Should I see a psychotherapist? ”

Ruan Qing stopped her pen and glanced at the alarm clock on the desk, it was only 3 o'clock in the morning! But she didn't have the heart to go on sleeping, and sighed and took out the Sherlock Holmes from the bookcase, which she couldn't help but complain about halfway through the book. It is said that this is the last book of Sherlock Holmes, and it is also the current Conan. Mr. Doyle is the only one certified. But at the beginning, it was so sad to see that Holmes died in his apartment.

Although no one can escape death in the end, as a soul in the novel, can he live in the hearts of his favorite readers and never die? It should be regarded as leaving a living mouth for the fantasy life. Ruan Qing put the ticket for bookmarking on the bedside.